C35 Suppressing the Excellence of the Female!

Suppressing Exceptional Women

Ye Yu observed the formidable Yan Fengwu before him. She exuded such a commanding presence!

Her healthy, wheat-colored complexion didn't detract from her allure; rather, it enhanced her wild beauty.

Beneath her sharp, blade-like eyebrows were eyes ablaze with passion. Her lips curved slightly upward, challenging Ye Yu with an assertive aura.

"What's the matter, scared?" Yan Fengwu taunted when Ye Yu remained silent.

Ye Yu, charmed by her untamed beauty, chuckled, "Scared? Not in the least!"

Side by side on the expansive plastic track, Ye Yu and Yan Fengwu locked eyes, a spark igniting between them.

"Ready!"

They both leaned forward, poised to sprint.

"Go!"

Like arrows released from their bows, Ye Yu and Yan Fengwu dashed forward with blistering speed.

Ye Yu stole glances at Yan Fengwu racing beside him, careful not to focus on her impeccable figure. He marveled internally, "10.5 meters per second. She may not be my match, but she's certainly extraordinary!"

Yan Fengwu's heart raced with shock. The striking young man beside her surpassed her in both speed and coordination!

Since childhood, Yan Fengwu's physical prowess and athletic talent had outshone her peers. Her passion for sports only grew with age, along with her abilities.

In the realm of athletics, Yan Fengwu feared no one!

Her capabilities, especially after training in Eight Extremes Fist with Xing Meng, had surged. She might not be a First Class Martial Artist yet, but she was close.

"I can't keep up with him!"

Yan Fengwu's intense gaze followed Ye Yu's retreating figure as if trying to dissolve him with her eyes.

Ye Yu and Yan Fengwu came to a stop, leaving the onlooking students in awe.

"Is that Ye Yu from Class One? An 8.3-second dash!" exclaimed a timekeeping student from Class Three.

"Yan Fengwu clocked in at 9.35 seconds. She's not far behind him!"

"I told you Yan Fengwu couldn't beat Ye Yu!" boasted a student from Class One, basking in a vicarious triumph.

Ye Yu tuned out the astonished murmurs around him, retreating into his thoughts.

"For suppressing an exceptional woman, you've earned one lucky draw!"

"Human Clan: Ye Yu (First Level Taoist)"

"Physique: Spirit Sword Body"

"Steals: 0"

"Avenue Value: 130/1000"

"Talents: Flying Sign Technique, Supercomputing, Master of Language"

"Cultivation Method: 36th Set of Radio Gymnastics"

"Items: Mantra Solution, Conan's identical glasses"

"Lucky Draws: 1"

Could he actually win a prize? Perhaps he could even challenge her in other events?

Ye Yu regarded Yan Fengwu as a treasure trove, "It seems you're still a step behind me!"

Far from discouraged, Yan Fengwu's eyes sparkled with excitement. She smoothed her breath, her figure more pronounced, and her lips curled into a smile, revealing pearly white teeth. "Let's compete in something else."

Ye Yu, seeing Yan Fengwu's indomitable spirit, felt a surge of joy, "Let's do it!"

The pair made their way to the high jump area, ready for the next challenge.

"Do we still go for 2 meters?" a student from class three asked Yan Fengwu.

"Make it 2.5 meters!" Yan Fengwu challenged, casting a defiant glance at Ye Yu.

Ye Yu's eyebrows quirked up, and he let out a light laugh, "Two point six!"

The classmates around them inhaled sharply. This was sheer madness! Such a height had never been attempted before!

Yan Fengwu initially stared at Ye Yu in astonishment, then gave a nod of approval, "Alright, two point six it is!"

They set the bar in place, and Yan Fengwu stepped back to limber up, getting ready for her attempt.

With a bend of her powerful, long legs, Yan Fengwu launched into the air, her body curving into an elegant arc as she soared over the bar.

As all eyes were fixed on her, the bar quivered momentarily before tumbling down.

"So close, just a hair's breadth away!" the students from class three exclaimed, their fists clenched in solidarity. She was just that close!