The flying man Erte, already on the track in his athletic wear, confidently struck a peace sign at the camera.
As the flying man of Blue Star, many people in the audience recognized him. This led to another burst of cheers.
"In previous competitions, I always felt like Erte wasn't going all out, sometimes even looking back at his opponents. These guys he's facing now are different!"
"How fast do you think these superhumans can run? Five seconds?"
"Five seconds for the hundred meters? That's twenty meters per second, over seventy kilometers per hour! Faster than a lion or tiger can chase! That's insane!"
"How can they be called superhumans if they aren't insane? Here they come!"
As the three, Harris and the others, walked onto the track, the audience and netizens grew even more excited. At this point, no spokesperson was needed for either the live broadcast or the news coverage; everyone's attention was completely captivated by the upcoming race.
Compared to the fully prepared and professional flying man Erte, Harris and the other two were in suits and dress shoes, with Ellie even wearing high heels, appearing utterly amateurish.
Amidst the clamor of the crowd, the starter slowly raised the signal pistol. Erte stopped interacting with the audience, crouched down, and got into his starting position.
Harris and the other two stood casually, with smiles on their faces.
"On your marks—" the starter drew out his voice, observing the four for a moment before pulling the trigger.
"Bang!"
The signal gun suddenly fired. The hearts of the spectators leaped into their throats, and they watched with unblinking eyes.
Whoosh~
A dark blur shot forward. Erte, true to his title as a flying man, was already up and running almost the instant the signal gun flashed. In the blink of an eye, he had covered four or five meters.
He was giving it his all!
Harris and the other two, however, were unfazed by Erte's explosive start. They exchanged glances, a hint of disdainful smiles in their eyes.
"Mr. Erte is indeed a flying man! Such speed!"
"Why haven't the three superheroes moved yet? Are they giving way to the flying man?"
"It looks like it! Look, four seconds, and Erte is already halfway there! He's too strong, I feel like he's a superhuman too! What a physique!"
"Are the three superhumans going to crash and burn?"
The audience buzzed with discussion and exclamations.
Finally, when Erte reached the fifty-meter mark in 4.5 seconds, Harris and the other two nodded to each other, then stepped forward.
The three figures shot forward like cannonballs. Spectators close to the track could even hear the whistling sound as they passed.
"Wow!!!"
The audience was dumbfounded, and then incredulous gasps filled the stadium.
"He's been overtaken! Mr. Erte has been surpassed!"
"That speed is terrifying!"
"My goodness! Is this what a superhuman is like?"
"They're at the finish line! Oh my god!!!"
"What happened?"
In almost the span of a breath, Harris and the other two crossed the finish line. The flying man Erte was still at the eighty-meter mark, preparing for his final sprint.
Seeing the three figures at the finish line, they began to adjust their attire. Erte instantly lost his momentum, his speed slowing down.
The times for Harris, William, and Ellie were 6.91 seconds, 7.02 seconds, and 7.23 seconds, respectively!
"They waited half the race and still finished in six to seven seconds. What kind of speed is this!"
"I paid close attention. Harris and the others started moving around the 4.5-second mark. This means they actually only used about three seconds for this hundred meters!"
"Three seconds! Three seconds! That's faster than a flash in the pan!"
"3 seconds for 100 meters, over 30 meters per second, which means their speed is over 110, 120 kilometers per hour! That's faster than driving on the highway!"
"Is this what being a superhuman is like? I want to become a superhuman too! Can anyone tell me how? Please, Dads!"
"Doesn't the West talk about the 'Emperor Project'? Superhumans are trained through this plan."
…
Witnessing the astonishing speed displayed by Harris and the others, netizens were amazed and envious. For a time, the people of the Western world felt a sense of pride, while in the East, countless people looked on with admiration and longing.
"A relative of my brother-in-law immigrated to the Mighty Nation a few years ago. I heard them say that for just 5 million US dollars, you could have a chance to participate in the modification program!"
"5 million US dollars, that's over 30 million Great Xia currency! How can ordinary people have a chance then?"
"I also have a relative who immigrated to the Cracked Continent Empire. I heard him say that if you have Western residency and good physical condition, you can get the opportunity for free!"
"Ah? I'm so envious of them. If only I were born in the West!"
…
Bai Ye gazed at the large public television screen, listening to the words of the various passersby around him, and remained silent for a long time.
In the past few days, discussions between the Western and Eastern alliances had been ongoing, but the negotiations were not satisfactory for the West.
They were most dissatisfied with the East consolidating and controlling all military power, and with establishing the Great Xia Nation as the center for humanity's doomsday survival base.
In simple terms, the West wanted protection but not control.
The Western press conference was still ongoing. Next, Harris and the other two would continue to participate in events like high jump, long jump, and weightlifting to showcase the superhumans' extraordinary physiques.
The netizens found it incredibly entertaining, but Bai Ye had lost interest.
After standing quietly for a few seconds, Bai Ye took out his phone and sent a text message to Elder Song:
'Arrange a magic show press conference.'