At first, Wang Weiyin couldn't directly perceive the other person's speed, only feeling that it seemed a bit fast.

But when the "whoosh" sound came, Kevin and the others shot past like arrows, and the gust of wind raised from their passing blew his clothes upward.

Wang Weiyin was stunned, "So fast?"

The strong wind that had just hit his face was not fake, and he vaguely understood that even at home, his teammates were no match for this group of foreigners!

After the sprint ended, Wang Weiyin, seeking confirmation, deliberately walked to the finish line and glanced at the stopwatch held by the coach.

The time, the speed, almost made his eyes pop out.

So fast? How are the team members supposed to compete?

Kevin and several athletes noticed Wang Weiyin's presence, all looking very puzzled.

Kevin asked the coach, "Boss, why is there a Huaxia person here?"

The coach smiled and explained, "Mr. Wang is here to inspect the field."

"Huh."

Kevin sneered, "Stretching his neck to sneak a look at me running, inspecting the field? Huaxia people are really weak, only relying on tricks and schemes to get things done. Though it seems your intelligence isn't great either, you're even getting caught playing tricks."

"You!"

Wang Weiyin was furious, feeling insulted by an athlete despite his noble status.

"What, not satisfied? If you're not, then have your athletes beat me fair and square!"

Kevin arrogantly mocked, "Also, your journalism industry is really hypocritical. I clearly said Huaxia people are all rubbish, but you translated it to Huaxia people not being suited for athletics? If no one translated it to me, I would have been kept in the dark. Truly despicable."

"Enough!"

Wang Weiyin was so angry his stomach trembled, his face flushing red.

The coach interjected: "Kevin, please don't be so direct. Go train now."

Though his words were a reprimand, the coach inadvertently showed support for Kevin.

Wang Weiyin was genuinely furious, out of breath, but what could he do?

Leaving the gymnasium, Wang Weiyin's legs were a bit weak with anger, but he still managed to stand firm.

Then, resolutely, he dialed the phone.

"Hello, is this Old Chen? I'm going to have to trouble you with that matter!"

On the other side, at the Ancient Martial Alliance headquarters.

Chen Ruohao smiled, "Then I have to thank Old Wang for giving me a meal. But your tone seems a bit deflated?"

Wang Weiyin and Chen Ruohao were good friends when they were young.

Though years have passed, the friendship still exists.

With the intention to vent, Wang Weiyin cried, "You haven't seen those black guys running. They're just like Superman. This time, Huaxia stands no chance! Moreover, their attitude is extremely arrogant, I was completely insulted just now!"

After hearing Wang Weiyin's recounting, Chen Ruohao clicked his tongue internally; these people from the United States are indeed a bit arrogant. It's our home ground; they should at least be humble, right?

No wonder image-conscious Old Wang came to us for help.

"Don't worry, you have us."

Chen Ruohao could only smile and console him.

"Yes, that's my thought too. But aren't all of your Alliance's talents martial artists? Are they really able to handle athletics?"

Chen Ruohao was full of confidence: "Martial arts and athletics are alike; both rely on utilizing the body. As long as it's a project involving the body, they won't be bad at it. Plus, the talent I'm deploying this time is the Alliance's super ace. Rest assured."

"Ace? Who is it?"

Wang Weiyin was both surprised and curious; hearing Chen Ruohao's tone, he seemed very satisfied with this ace. Who could it be that even picky Old Chen holds in high regard?

Chen Ruohao said, "His name is Qin Hao."

"Qin Hao? Why haven't I heard of him?"

Wang Weiyin was puzzled.

Chen Ruohao explained, "He just joined not long ago, but he is a genius rarely seen in thousands of years. He promises to bring glory to the country in athletics."

"Alright."

The other side was so confident, Wang Weiyin could hardly dampen the mood.

The two chatted for a moment before hanging up.

No hesitation, Chen Ruohao directly dialed Qin Hao's number.

"Night Emperor, they've agreed; your mission has arrived."

"What mission?"

After speaking, Qin Hao suddenly remembered, realizing that he seemed to have agreed to something with Old Fox last night.

"Hehe, the mission is simple. Have you read today's sports section in the newspaper?"

"Yes, it seems Kevin was boasting that Huaxia are all weaklings?"

Qin Hao sensed a hint of conspiracy, feeling a bit tense.

"That's him. This kid is even wilder in reality than in the papers; just now, a friend of mine was humiliated by him. I'm afraid they're almost called sick men of East Asia directly."

Qin Hao didn't get angry, finding it somewhat amusing, "This black guy is overly arrogant. But why are you telling me this?"

The bad premonition in his heart grew stronger.

Chen Ruohao smiled, "It's to let you understand your opponent ahead of time."

"What!"

Qin Hao was shocked, standing up from his seat, "Old Chen, don't cause trouble!"

Chen Ruohao chuckled, "You guessed rightly. This task is to represent the athletic team in the world competition."

"Not going, no chance!"

Qin Hao wasn't a fool and had long figured it out.

"Why?"

Chen Ruohao wasn't anxious, his tone was still calm.

Qin Hao complained, "Why? I'm the Night Emperor of the Dark World. Having me exposed to the public, what kind of nonsense is this!"

Chen Ruohao smiled indifferently, "Who knows you're the Night Emperor? Even the martial arts families in Beijing and Shanghai don't know your identity. What are you afraid of?"

"Who said I'm afraid!"

Qin Hao denied, then smugly, "I'm just thinking, if I become public, with my looks, physique, and charisma, countless girls wouldn't stop dreaming about me. For the harmony of my future harem, I should stick to being less public."

It was true, ever since he was young, Qin Hao hadn't received much attention in his family, almost like an invisible presence.

Later, after much effort and hard work, he became an outstanding talent beyond comparison. However, his low-key personality didn't change.

Being forced into the spotlight many times was a matter of helplessness.

Letting him stir things up and help in the Dark World is something he's happy to do.

But being public, representing national pride?

It always felt a bit unnatural, like being completely exposed.

Chen Ruohao paid no mind, his tone gradually toughened, "Night Emperor, don't avoid it. A gentleman's word is a horse that can't be chased back. You agreed to take the task yesterday, which destined this outcome..."

Qin Hao angrily interrupted, "Didn't you set me up! Old Chen, being as cunning and sly as you is no easy feat."

Chen Ruohao took pride, "Thanks for the compliment. But after venting, simply accept it obediently."

"The follow-up details of your character will be sent to you. After you've read them, prepare to make a splash!"

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