Li Ye opened his eyes, and the Berlin track was twisted in the blood mist.
Lungs are breathing fire! Muscles are dissolving!
Scarlet warning on the system panel: [Quadriceps solubility 99%] [Achilles tendon rupture countdown: 3 minutes]
Above the head hangs the life-devouring numbers: **1:59:58**
Seven years ago, he was a shepherd boy crawling after hay bags in the Gansu Gobi Desert.
The sandstorm slapped his face with blood, and his father shouted in the wind: "Lower your head! Charge! The wind will kill you!"
Seven years later, he stood at the finish line of the marathon broadcast live around the world, with the bloodthirsty gasp of European Emperor Carlson behind him:
"Yellow people want to break up the two? **Your bones are only worthy of being the mud on the soles of my shoes!"
"Really?" Li Ye gritted his blood-stained teeth.
Extreme humiliation detected! Windfury system activated!
The stronger the pain, the crazier the speed! Every step cracked the asphalt, and a tsunami exploded in the auditorium:
"Look! His calf muscles are smoking!" "This madman turned the marathon into self-immolation!"
The moment Carlson's ferocious hand grabbed his back——
**The desert sandstorm and father's roar exploded in his head! **
"Wind! Scared! You!!!"
"Bang!"
He turned into a red-hot knife and tore apart the wind wall built by the emperor's flesh and blood!
The global live broadcast barrage went crazy:
Warning! The pace is 2 minutes and 45 seconds! Breaking through the human disintegration threshold!
[Medical expert faints: He is coughing up visceral fragments!
