Starting with the Immortal Cultivation System, what can you use to fight me?

Arriving at the 34-meter sprint distance, Lin Han stopped, turned around, folded his arms, and looked leisurely at Su Yunfei who was trying hard to catch up, and shouted: "Young Master Su, hurry up! Even a turtle is much faster than you!"

[Su Yunfei's resentment value +17444]

苏云飞:(?6?5?2?6皿?2?6)……

After a while, Su Yunfei finally ran to Lin Han's side.

"Mr. Lin, you're a bit of a coward, aren't you? You run so easily and freely." Su Yunfei said breathlessly.

Lin Han smiled faintly and shook his head gently, his tone full of confidence and composure: "Young Master Su, running requires strategy and endurance, not just explosive power. It seems that your title of 'Little Prince of Long-Distance Running' is probably just empty talk."

"You!" Su Yunfei's face turned pale. He was about to say something in rebuttal, but found that he was too tired to speak and could only breathe heavily.

After calming down a bit, Su Yunfei said with a look of defiance, "Mr. Lin, we still have the last 34 meters to sprint, what are you so proud of?"

"Young Master Su, you're really determined to fight to the death, aren't you? Okay... Seeing you're so tired, I'll let you go 34 meters!" Lin Han smiled slightly, with a confident glint in his eyes. He slowly took a few steps back, giving Su Yunfei enough "advantage".

"Haha... Mr. Lin, you said that? You're so generous to let me run 34 meters! But don't cry if you lose!" Su Yunfei sneered at this and a glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in his heart. Although he was exhausted, his unwillingness to admit defeat surged up again.

"Hmm... yes, that's what I said. Let's run! Young Master Su, don't miss this opportunity."

Lin Han's words were like a catalyst, instantly igniting Su Yunfei's fighting spirit.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and his eyes were as sharp as a torch, as if he wanted to shorten the distance of fifty meters ahead to just a few feet.

&34;Haha... victory belongs to me!!&34;

With a low roar, Su Yunfei rushed forward, and every step condensed his last stubbornness and unwillingness.

However, Lin Han did not start immediately. He stood there with a deep look in his eyes, as if calculating every tiny gap.

When Su Yunfei's figure was about to pass the fifty-meter mark, Lin Han's legs seemed to be bounced by springs, and he instantly burst out with astonishing speed, like a real leopard, pouncing towards the finish line swiftly and accurately.

"Holy crap! Boss, this speed is even faster than the world's fastest man!" Xu Ming was stunned.

&34;What the hell! What the hell! What the hell!&34;

Su Yunfei's followers were also stunned! They exclaimed in shock.

Tiger Lord, who was wearing black sunglasses, quickly took them off and locked his gaze on Lin Han, as if he could see through him. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "This speed... even I can't match it. This kid is really not simple! At least a 'Minor Grandmaster' warrior! Or... a Grandmaster!" Thinking of this, his brows instantly wrinkled into the shape of a '川', obviously shocked!

As the personal bodyguard of Su Yunfei of the Su family in the imperial capital, he has absolute confidence in his grandmaster strength. Except for martial artists with supernatural powers, he is not afraid of martial artists at the same grandmaster level. However, when facing Lin Han's eyes as deep as a bottomless lake, he couldn't help but feel a chill, as if the other party's strength is unfathomable, even beyond his cognition.

Just five meters away from the finish line, when Su Yunfei saw victory just in front of him, suddenly a strong sound of breaking wind whistled past his ears. Then, Lin Han's figure appeared at his side like a ghost. The distance between the two was instantly shortened, and they could almost feel the heat of each other's breath.

"What!?" Su Yunfei's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at Lin Han who flashed by him in disbelief. An unprecedented shock and despair surged in his heart. He tried his best to speed up, but his legs seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, unable to take any faster steps.

"Mr. Su, goodbye!"

Lin Han greeted Su Yunfei, who looked confused.

Then, he crossed the finish line with a nearly perfect sprint, leaving Su Yunfei with a look of astonishment and unwillingness.

After the finish line, Xu Ming, Yan Lili, Mu Siyu and others burst into thunderous cheers. They rushed forward and surrounded Lin Han.

"Boss, you are awesome! You are like a flying man!" Xu Ming said excitedly.

"Mr. Lin, you really didn't disappoint me."

Yan Lili smiled and nodded.

"Lin Han, you're so amazing!" Mu Siyu said with a smile.

"Uh... not bad! I performed normally." Lin Han scratched his head awkwardly.

Principal Sun and Dean Zhang also breathed a sigh of relief and walked up to Lin Han with a smile.

"Mr. Lin, you are really a hidden talent!"

"Yes! This speed is even faster than the world's fastest man! I've never seen anything like this before!"

"It's okay." Lin Han smiled modestly, then walked up to Su Yunfei in two steps and said, "Mr. Su, I'm sorry, thank you for letting me win! After all, my reputation as 'Leopard Head, Lin Chong' is slightly better!"

Look...shouldn't you cash in the bet money? &34;

The total is 34 million, thank you, boss! &;

"This... How is this possible! I actually lost?"

Su Yunfei stood where he was, as if all his strength had been drained from him. He stared at Lin Han in disbelief. His eyes, once filled with pride, were now filled with shock and unwillingness.

"I...how could I possibly lose to you!" he muttered to himself, his voice filled with resentment and frustration. As the young master of the Su family in the imperial capital, he had been pampered since childhood, accustomed to the taste of victory and never tasted the bitterness of failure. Now, this sudden defeat left him feeling an unprecedented sense of humiliation and frustration.

"Hey... Young Master Su, don't play dumb, okay? If you lose, you lose. 34 million, hurry up, okay?" Lin Han smiled and stretched out his hand.

"Hmph, don't worry! Poor guy, you'll get what you want." Su Yunfei's teeth itched, and he glared at Lin Han fiercely, then waved to a younger brother beside him and ordered: "Go to the car and get the checkbook."

Upon hearing this, the younger brother nodded in agreement and quickly ran towards a luxury car parked not far away.

Soon, he ran back panting with the checkbook in his hand and handed it to Su Yunfei respectfully with both hands.

Su Yunfei took the checkbook and slid his pen across the paper quickly, as if every number he wrote was a blow to his self-esteem. Finally, he tore off the check, threw it fiercely to Lin Han, and said coldly, "One hundred and fifty million, here you go!"