Supreme Electromagnetic Tyrant-Chapter 524 - 343 Chasing_2

Not far ahead was "Yerevan", and according to the race route, each contestant had to run through the city, passing a signpost set in the city center.

The scenery on the roadside swiftly changed from mountains to cityscapes, and towering buildings began to appear in the distance.

The route along the way was cleared, with no vehicles or pedestrians allowed to pass.

In the sky, conspicuous projections guided the route.

Tens of thousands of spectators, at a safe distance, cheered loudly, waiting for the Global Marathon runners to arrive.

Whoosh...

Ji Xinghuo ran into Yerevan along the highway, buildings on both sides of the street quickly receding in his field of vision, stretching out into streaks of light and shadow.

To the roadside spectators, they only saw a blur.

Gone in a flash.

Then a powerful shockwave hit their bodies, accompanied by a deafening sound explosion, without a clear glimpse of the runner’s form.

On the projection screens in the sky, high-speed cameras replayed the footage in slow motion.

The drone’s camera angle also locked onto Ji Xinghuo, allowing people to see his running form, body leaning forward, legs alternating steps, arms swinging, feet clad in silver and black sneakers, each step leaving an imprint on the ground, his whole being like a bolt of lightning skimming the surface.

What was seen on the screen lacked the visual impact of reality.

Where Ji Xinghuo ran past, the roadside crowd burst into amazement, then watched as his fading silhouette disappeared into the distance.

The route signpost stood tall in the center of Yerevan.

As Ji Xinghuo ran beneath the signpost, he immediately confirmed the valid route and, without pausing for a second, continued forward.

He crossed the not-so-large city in about a minute, then turned southeast after leaving.

The next signpost was set in Tehran.

Following the highway, 40 minutes later, Ji Xinghuo stormed into Tehran, still in fifth place.

However, as he passed the city center signpost in Tehran, someone caught up from behind.

Ji Xinghuo didn’t look back.

Within the radius of electromagnetic induction, a fast-moving shadow appeared, moving faster than himself and rapidly closing in.

"Flying Artist."

"Ranked 35th on the Heavenly King list, Jose Morales."

Ji Xinghuo’s mind quickly flashed through his opponent’s information.

Jose Morales’s background was similar to that of Li Xuan, also a famed internet celebrity. However, unlike Li Xuan, who dared not venture into the Star Realm, to Jose, being a web celebrity was merely a hobby, keen on sharing his experiences with people.

Amid the cheers from the Tehran roadside audience, Jose caught up with Ji Xinghuo.

This "Flying Artist," a "Sky Patrol," was best at flying, but his ground sprinting was no less formidable.

As Jose passed Ji Xinghuo, he waved his hand in a "bye-bye" gesture toward Ji Xinghuo.

Clearly, it was a taunt.

At that moment, several drones in the sky took photos from various angles and sent them around the world.

Although Jose meant no harm, it still sparked a flurry of discussions online.

Many viewers online started mocking along.

Ji Xinghuo didn’t see this, but he knew the scene had been witnessed by countless people and could guess the reaction of the audience.

He didn’t care.

Falling back to sixth place, Ji Xinghuo remained calm and unruffled. Over half an hour later, he ran along the Caspian Sea South Shore to the border of the Star Moon National Alliance.

Ahead lay Central Asia, the territory of the Asia-Pacific Community.

The Global Marathon runners, when crossing national borders, had their accompanying drones switched to those of the current country to avoid many diplomatic disputes and risks.

Running along the coast, through mountains and plateaus, furiously sprinting eastward along the Silk Road, crossing the Taklamakan Desert, the greenery in his view became more frequent, and the climate more familiar. Passing by the Chaka Star Gate, he drew ever nearer to Chang’an.

After over seven hours of running.

At last, Ji Xinghuo saw Chang’an; due to the time difference, it was just past midnight there.

Beneath the night sky, the super metropolis still blazed with lights as bright as daylight.

Familiar skyscrapers and broad streets stood in semi-air, with Magnetic Levitation Cars streaming ceaselessly on the Superconductive Highways.

The race route was cleared.

But along the route, countless spectators had stayed up late just to see the runners with their own eyes.

When Ji Xinghuo ran into Chang’an, he was met with enthusiastic cheers.

"Go for it!"

"Run faster, Ji Xinghuo, surpass that arrogant guy up front, you can do it!"

"Go, go, go..."

Because he was running at supersonic speed, Ji Xinghuo could only make out the fragmented and unclear cheers coming from ahead, but he felt the warmth of the crowd and saw friends and family cheering him on by the roadside.

He glanced at the projection screen.

He was still in sixth place.

Ahead was "Flying Artist" Jose, whose speed had slowed down, with the gap less than a hundred kilometers.

The fastest runner, Sun King, had already reached Mingzhu, the second-largest city in the Asia-Pacific Community, more than two thousand kilometers ahead of him.

"It’s time for me to burst ahead."

Ji Xinghuo sped past Chang’an’s signpost, then began to accelerate.

Seconds later, his speed reached 400 meters per second, immediately noticed by the hosts and expert commentators.

"Ji Xinghuo is accelerating!"

"My goodness!"

The host exclaimed in disbelief, "He can still speed up? How is he doing that?"

Actually, Ji Xinghuo maintaining a speed of Mach 1 up until now had already surprised them. They had assumed Ji Xinghuo’s Star Power was almost depleted and that he was just maintaining pace to make it to Chang’an. Instead, he had sped up after reaching the city.