Supreme Electromagnetic Tyrant-Chapter 528 - 345 Electric Potential Battle Blade

Ji Xinghuo stopped just a step past the finish line.

The timer on the large screen froze at 23:22:45, displaying in bold: New Record!

The moment Ji Xinghuo crossed the line, the Sun King was less than three hundred meters away from the finish line. He didn’t slow down, his gaze locked on Ji Xinghuo as he charged forward, his expression cold as if intending to run Ji Xinghuo over.

The audience exclaimed in shock.

However, Ji Xinghuo showed no intention of dodging; he stood his ground, facing the charging Sun King head-on.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind roared, throwing the nearby audience into disarray, many unable to open their eyes.

When they regained their vision, they saw the Sun King had stopped.

He stood a few steps away from Ji Xinghuo, his face expressionless. However, the people present felt an incredibly oppressive atmosphere; the entire square fell silent, even the host was at a loss for words momentarily.

Ji Xinghuo and the Sun King made eye contact.

In that moment, Ji Xinghuo clearly sensed the terrifying power of Earth’s strongest being, yet he did not falter.

Speed might not represent all one’s power, but it explained quite a lot.

Since the Sun King couldn’t outrun him, it was clear that at least in terms of speed, he was currently inferior to himself, which was reassuring.

Even if he couldn’t win in a frontal assault, he could escape.

Moreover, as Ji Xinghuo reached the finish line, he detected two Heavenly Kings through electromagnetic induction. One was Luo Yimeng, who had abandoned the race as soon as she knew she could win, flying directly from the Persian Gulf back to Ivangrad.

The other was "Gun Saint" Xing Lie, who had arrived unnoticed and was now standing at the window of a hotel not far from the square, watching the scene.

It goes without saying, this must be the Leader’s arrangement.

Heavenly King number ten and number six, one in the open and one hidden, doubled the security. The Sun King dared not make a rash move.

The silent Sun King still showed no expression. On closer inspection, Ji Xinghuo noticed the man’s thin lips, forming a line when silent and twitching slightly—a discrepancy from his online persona, likely beautified.

The Sun King turned his head towards Xing Lie’s location for a glance, then returned his gaze to Ji Xinghuo.

Finally, he smiled.

"Congratulations."

The Sun King moved forward a few steps and extended his hand to shake hands with Ji Xinghuo.

His hand crossing the finish line also signified the end of his race, ten seconds slower than Ji Xinghuo, and his final score after adding three penalties for fouls was 22:25:55.

"This race, Your Excellency the Sun King, spurred me on." Ji Xinghuo said modestly.

"Hehe..."

John Anthony’s eyes twitched.

Of course, he couldn’t forget that on the day of the international invitational, he had told Ji Xinghuo that he enjoyed challenges, looked forward to Ji Xinghuo’s performance, and hoped for some surprises.

Today, there were both challenges and surprises, but it was too much.

Moreover, Ji Xinghuo crossed the finish line backwards in such an arrogant manner—a stark defiance to him. Even if the opponent wasn’t the Sun King, such a way of finishing would have been controversial with anyone else, lawful but against the spirit of the sport, likely to upset many spectators.

Of course, there were also many who supported it; winning with real power, so what if it was a bit arrogant?

"I admit that you won this time."

The Sun King stared at Ji Xinghuo, again exhibiting a baffling smile, whispered, "I’ve said, I won’t move against you until you ascend to Heavenly King. You’d better advance to Heavenly King soon. I can hardly wait."

Ji Xinghuo responded earnestly, "I will."

"Very well."

The Sun King nodded, noticing several race reporters approaching for interviews. Normally keen to oblige, his lack of interest now was palpable, and with a loud sound, he flew away.

"Mr. Ji!"

Ji Xinghuo remained in place, soon surrounded by reporters.

Dozens of drones, floating cameras, and various lenses surrounded Ji Xinghuo, making it impossible for him to move.

A New Roman Empire reporter took the lead, thrusting the microphone forward, asked loudly, "Mr. Ji, you’ve set a new record in the Global Marathon and defeated the Sun King; what are your thoughts on this?"

"I’m very happy." Ji Xinghuo replied.

The reporters thought he had more to add and waited a few seconds for further comment, realizing he had finished speaking when none came.

"Just very happy?" the reporter immediately followed up.

"Yes."

Whether it was the reporters or the viewers watching the live broadcast, all found it strange that on such a monumental moment in his life, attended by billions globally, he had nothing more to say?

Perhaps to thank his family and friends for their support, or his country, etc.

Or maybe to talk about how hard he had worked for today’s victory, how difficult it had been, and so on.

Ji Xinghuo naturally knew these standard responses.

But he didn’t want to say them.

There was no particular reason, just a reluctance, and he was happy.

Fortunately, the reporters were quick to react; another reporter asked, "Mr. Ji, do you have anything to say about the Sun King?"

"He’s a very strong opponent." Ji Xinghuo replied.

The reporters were already accustomed to his way of answering; another immediately asked, "How did you manage to do it? Super Mutants run so fast, reaching speeds over Mach 4, and many viewers are curious."

Ji Xinghuo replied, "That’s my secret."

"What did His Excellency the Sun King just say to you?" a reporter from the United States asked.

"No comment."

The reporter from the United States, not giving up, pressed on, "You crossed the finish line backwards just now; some spectators think this disrespects the Sun King and violates the spirit of the sport. Why did you choose such a controversial way to finish?"