Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

Miao Lun maintained his lukewarm ranking and made it to the finals of the 100-meter sprint.

In the only light show of the entire Olympics, one after another, the athletes ran out from the passageway, waving to the crowd.

"The athletes are entering the field. First, in lane one, we have the veteran sprinter from France, Fred Colley, with a semifinal time of 9.857 seconds. In lane two, from Germany, we have the outstanding sprinter Oblique Seville, with a semifinal time of 9.834 seconds... In lane seven, from our nation, is the renowned sprinter Lester Thompson, who ranked first with a semifinal time of 9.742 seconds. He also ranked first in both the round of 16 and the quarterfinals, making him the favorite to win the 100-meter sprint."

The commentator from the Beautiful Country was full of enthusiasm, spitting out as he introduced the athletes on site.

Lester raised both hands high and waved to the audience, eliciting thunderous cheers and applause.

"Go, Lester, you are the fastest man in the world, prove yourself!"

"Go, go, go, break the world record, show the world our muscles."

"Aah! I love you, Lester, you are the best."

As the host nation, the Beautiful Country held a home-field advantage, with the majority of the audience supporting Lester. The cheers for their home athlete seemed to almost lift the stadium's roof off.

"In lane eight, from Chan Country, we have Miao Lun..."

The host from the Beautiful Country hesitated slightly before continuing, "His semifinal time was 9.986 seconds, making him the only Asian in today's finals."

Billions of people worldwide were watching this 100-meter sprint battle, and many who didn't follow the quarterfinals and semifinals were shocked to see among the eight competitors, seven were Black, and one had yellow skin.

It's universally recognized that Black athletes have exceptional running abilities, and usually, in such 100-meter finals, it's almost exclusively Black athletes; it's rare to see a White or Asian presence. Miao Lun's appearance surprised everyone.

To the rousing music, Miao Lun, dressed in red shorts and a vest, walked out of the athlete's passageway.

His well-defined muscles and sharp gaze stood out markedly on camera.

Miao Lun waved his hand simply around, receiving few cheers only polite applause from some foreign spectators as the Beautiful Country's audience remained cold.

"Alright, all eight world-class sprinters are in place. This 100-meter sprint final could be described as a battle of immortals, with all eight having broken the 10-second barrier in the semifinals. Each one has the potential to win a medal or even gold. The competition level is incredibly high; let's cheer them on."

After the commentator finished, a moment passed as the athletes completed their warm-ups and each took their positions at the starting line.

"Yellow kid, I'm surprised you were lucky enough to get here, but this is where it'll end for you. The title is mine, and you'll only get to inhale my exhaust. Just stay behind and watch my championship form."

Lester, in the lane next to Miao Lun, stared at the Asian with an arrogant expression.

Although Miao Lun making it to the finals surprised him, Miao Lun's barely under 10-second time posed no threat to him.

"Let's just wait and see."

Miao Lun's eyes twinkled with amusement; his calm smile left Lester momentarily stunned, as if the opponent wasn't nervous at all.

Before Lester could dwell on it, the race was about to start, so he quickly refocused on the competition.

Each sprinter spread their hands on the starting line, staggered their feet, shifted their weight forward, and completed their crouching start position.

"Ready, set!"

BANG!

With the starting gun's sound, everyone sprang into action.

Lester stretched his long legs and began to raise his head, transitioning from start-up speed to running upright, leading everyone into the mid-race acceleration.

Got it! The championship is mine!

Lester's heart brimmed with joy, feeling assured of his victory from his starting response.

His start response was the fastest among everyone, with a significant lead during mid-race acceleration.

Due to the doping, he felt an unprecedented state of euphoria, muscles pumping furiously as if cheering for his victory.

"Lester, Lester has the fastest start response! Lester is leading, hold on, Lester, you can do it! You are our pride, our...OMG, what the heck is that, what is that thing!!!"

The commentator from the Beautiful Country leapt onto the table, microphone in hand, prepared to celebrate, his excitement making him stand up as Lester pulled ahead.

Suddenly, his expression changed dramatically, looking shocked as if he had swallowed a fly.

On the track, a shadow dashed forward like a charging tiger.

The speed was incredible, surpassing human limits, the face impossible to discern, only a blur of motion racing past, like a red lightning bolt streaking across the track, overtaking every runner, and creating an unbridgeable gap.

The entire audience was stunned, mouths agape, staring blankly at the scene unfolding on the track.

That Asian guy was running at an inhuman speed, appearing to move not as a human but like a cheetah, no, faster than Blue Star's fastest land animal.