Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 79 I miss Classic WoW (Seeking first subscription)
As the body gradually adapts to twice the gravity.

The vague feeling of constraint also vanished in the process, as if it had never existed at all.

For him.

The double gravity was only a little uncomfortable at first, but he didn't feel it would put much pressure on him afterward.

The reason I was a little nervous and worried before was...

I was mainly scared by the settings in Dragon Ball that I had seen before. People in that show who could destroy planets at will might not be able to withstand ten or a hundred times the gravity.

In retrospect, it's nothing special.

At least twice the gravity isn't that exaggerated.

For an ordinary person, running under this kind of pressure might actually kill them, but for him, it's not difficult after a little adjustment.

While thinking.

Chen Baiyu also gradually increased his speed.

Chen Baiyu subtly increased the force exerted by his feet, and his stride frequency also increased slightly.

He didn't use his full strength.

The goal is simply to keep the speed at a level that is "faster than the average participant, but not too conspicuous."

The people who had initially followed him from area B gradually fell behind, and even the man in the yellow shirt who had just reminded him was left behind.

The uncle paused for a moment as he watched Chen Baiyu's retreating figure.

Just a moment ago I was jogging slowly with myself, how come in the blink of an eye it's like I'm "stepping on a spring"?
He rubbed his eyes, and after confirming he wasn't seeing things, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Holy crap, this young man..."

Chen Baiyu ignored the complaints behind him; his attention was entirely focused on adjusting his rhythm.

Under double gravity, every step requires precise control of force, but fortunately, his quadruple physique gives him muscle endurance far beyond that of ordinary people.

I ran eight kilometers and my breathing remained steady.

At this point, there were basically only two groups of people left.

Most of the citizens who came to join in the fun received their participation prizes at the finish line at the 5-kilometer mark and did not continue, with only a few stubborn individuals attempting to run to the 10-kilometer mark.

Except for these people.

The second group of the two groups consisted of very few enthusiasts, who had already fallen far behind the professional runners invited by the organizers in the first group.

As for the first group of professional runners, there are about twenty people, including several Black people.

They were all athletes wearing professional sportswear and heart rate monitoring wristbands.

With steady steps and a consistent pace, it was clear that they were aiming for a good ranking.

Seeing this, Chen Baiyu quickened his pace.

It surpasses the second tier and then slowly catches up to the end of the first tier. It's not the last one, nor has it reached the middle of the tier.

I kept a distance of only five or six meters from the person in front of me, neither overtaking nor falling behind.

Someone in the team noticed him and glanced at him to see that he was only wearing a regular athlete's blue competition T-shirt and no other professional equipment.

They didn't pay much attention to it.

Just assume he's some amateur runner who's "on a whim and wants to give it a shot," and he might drop out after running only a few kilometers.

A marathon is a long process.

This is only a little over ten kilometers, and the total distance of forty kilometers is still a long way off. It's normal for some people to be able to keep up with the top group of their profession right now; later on, it will be a pure test of willpower and daily accumulation of experience.

Chen Baiyu didn't care about other people's opinions.

I simply stayed close to the main group, waiting to catch up with them at the end. This was to prevent myself from accidentally setting an inhumanly high stat when running alone without any reference points.

Following closely behind Chen Baiyu, also at the end of the first group, was a black man.

That's not surprising.

It is quite common for various sports events to hire foreign players.

After all, Black people tend to have better average physical attributes.

However, this racial advantage was completely meaningless in his presence.

As Chen Baiyu was running and letting her thoughts wander, she suddenly noticed that some of the small movements of the black man in front of her were a bit strange.

His gaze involuntarily sharpened.

It seemed that the black man was in a bad mood.

All I could hear was him muttering something in a local language that I couldn't quite understand.

Then I saw that when the black man was running, his shoulders always tilted to the side "unintentionally", and he almost brushed against the runners who wanted to overtake him several times, forcing them to slow down and avoid him. More obviously, whenever someone approached him from the left, his arm would be raised slightly outward. It seemed like he was swinging his arm a lot, but in fact he was blocking with his elbow. The movement was subtle but deliberately obstructive.

As they rounded a bend, the black man went even further.

He deliberately slowed down by half a step, catching the drivers behind him who wanted to overtake him off guard. They had to brake suddenly to adjust their course, while he took the opportunity to accelerate and regain his leading position.

Finish these.

The black man actually chuckled softly, seemingly his bad mood had suddenly improved a lot.

Chen Baiyu initially didn't intend to get involved.

But when he tried to slowly pass the black man on the right and move towards the middle of the first group, the other man suddenly moved to the right.

They blocked his route.

Chen Baiyu subconsciously moved aside, not wanting to get into a conflict with him.

The most basic principle is to prioritize tasks.

He didn't want to cause trouble and get banned or have his results canceled, thus missing out on the 500 experience points; he didn't want that kind of loss. But he hadn't run two steps.

Then I saw the black man suddenly turn around.

A mocking smile played on her lips as she gave him the middle finger.

His eyes were full of contempt.

This caused Chen Baiyu's expression to suddenly turn cold.

Not a buddy?

God's mercy is already a gift.

Why are you still chasing after people to get killed?

This astonishing and extraordinary moral character left Chen Baiyu momentarily stunned.

Political correctness is great; it leaves so much shit in the world, and we can eat it whenever we want.

However, Chen Baiyu didn't have that kind of fetish.

He's a pure military general, and all he wants to do now is curse.

This place is in the middle of nowhere.

Chen Baiyu would never hesitate to ask this black guy to cosplay as Xing Tian.

However, even now, in front of so many people...

Chen Baiyu also chose to vent without hesitation.

If you can leave the field intact today, then I'll be this [thumbs down.jpg].

Thinking.

Almost the instant the black man turned around, Chen Baiyu decisively unleashed a three-hit barrage of "The Remaining Power of the Lost Monkey King."

The idea of ​​"using this skill while someone is moving at high speed," which I had imagined many times before, became a reality at this moment.

A powerful deterrent effect.

It instantly severed the black man's thoughts and movements.

The mockery on his face hadn't even faded yet.

His face froze.

Consciousness was instantly severed.
My mind went blank, my limbs stopped moving abruptly, and even my breathing faltered.

His body was still propelled by the momentum of running, and he staggered forward two steps. But without consciously controlling his balance, his feet landed completely off-center.

First, the ankles touched the ground, then the knees suddenly turned inward, making a slight "click" sound.

Immediately afterwards, his upper body lost its balance and lurched forward uncontrollably, his arms swinging stiffly in the air, without any instinct to brace himself.

There was a muffled sound.

He fell hard onto the asphalt road and slid off.

He landed cheek first, leaving a long red mark, and his face was covered in sweat and dust.

The inertia caused him to slide more than half a meter on the ground, and large areas of his sportswear at the elbows and knees were chafed, revealing the bleeding skin underneath.

The heart rate bracelet on his wrist flew off and rolled into the roadside bushes. He even choked on sand and dirt, coughing up two mouthfuls of bloody saliva.

The top-tier competitors around them were startled by the sudden situation and slowed down to avoid it.

When someone looked back, they could see the Black man lying on the ground struggling.

Black people are lucky.

The heart, which had been engaged in strenuous exercise, did not fail to restart; however, the mind, which had just regained consciousness, was still foggy, and the pain throughout the body occupied the thoughts.

He tried to struggle to his feet.

But his arm went limp and he fell back down hard.

His eyes were filled with confusion and excruciating pain; he had no idea what had just happened.

next moment.

Chen Baiyu did not flinch at all, leaping directly over him who was lying on the ground.

All that remained was the word "idiot," which most foreigners could understand, still echoing in the air.

This is a direct expression of one's feelings.

The Black man was not angry.

It's not that he doesn't understand.

It was because his mind was still a bit foggy, and the intense pain left him no time to think.

Staff members nearby noticed the situation and immediately called the medical staff who had prepared for the event while rushing over.

Chen Baiyu jumped over him without hesitation and continued running.

He didn't even glance at it.

to be frank.

I really miss the classic version of WoW.

The version that gave Black players 100 free draws upon logging in was more interesting.

(End of this chapter)