The white runner, who had been persisting solely on belief,
found his muscles suddenly going limp upon realizing the massive gap between himself and Wang Ye, and his pace slowed significantly.
By the time he realized his speed had decreased, it was too late to accelerate.
He was already incapable of mustering the energy to speed up.
The white runner could only look on despairingly as Wang Ye pulled further and further away from him.
"Damn it."
He plopped onto a bench by the roadside.
Panting, he reminisced about the challenge he had just experienced.
He admitted he lost because his skills were inferior.
But Wang Ye's performance just now was not as terrifying as the rumors suggested.
According to rumors, Wang Ye could maintain a two-minute pace over dozens of kilometers.
But earlier, Wang Ye only sustained that pace for a few minutes before gradually slowing down.
Although the white runner still failed to keep up in the end,
