Chapter 141: A War Unfolds
A man must strive to be strong! Brighter than the sun!
Zhang Qiyang’s impassioned, rallying song ignited the fervor in everyone’s hearts! Not only did the guest team’s members surge with renewed vigor, but even the onlooking staff were swept up in the excitement! A contest accompanied by such a stirring anthem set the audience’s blood boiling!
In that moment, everyone—except the hosts’ team—found themselves cheering on the guests with clenched fists and gritted teeth, fervently hoping for their victory!
True to their supporters’ hopes, the guest team refused to disappoint. No matter how desperately the hosts fought back, they could not withstand the guests’ explosive offense.
With Zhang Qiyang advancing like a mighty mountain giant, his every resolute step forcing the hosts to falter, his teammates—Li Xuan and the others—unleashed unprecedented fighting spirit.
At that instant, all pain was forgotten; only one belief burned in their minds—victory! They had to win!
“Ahhh!”
The guest team’s members shouted in unison, as if harmonizing with Zhang Qiyang’s battle cry, pulling the final stretch of the rope toward them!
The red ribbon crossed once again over the guest team’s victory line!
“Beep!”
The whistle of triumph echoed through the air!
Once again, the guest team had claimed a decisive victory!
“Incredible!”
The staff clapped in celebration. Such a match was nothing short of miraculous to them—some were so thrilled they held their heads in disbelief!
No one would have guessed that this ragtag group of the old, weak, and infirm, inspired by Zhang Qiyang’s youthful battle hymn, would secure back-to-back wins against the formidable hosts!
The acupressure board beneath their feet felt like a world of extremes—exquisite agony and burning fire.
The guest team erupted in cheers, embracing in celebration.
Meanwhile, the hosts sat slumped on the acupressure board like defeated roosters, rubbing their sore feet in bewilderment, unable to fathom how they had lost to this group.
Pan Ziwen was utterly dejected, sneaking a glance toward Zhang Qiyang, only to catch his gaze—now dimmed but still fierce with fighting spirit.
A thunderous jolt shook Pan Ziwen’s mind.
He suddenly recalled Zhang Qiyang’s battle cry to him: “Today, they will win from start to finish!”
Could it be that they truly intended to sweep the entire contest today?
A wave of unease washed over Pan Ziwen.
He knew he had provoked the wrong group of “monsters.” He should never have challenged Cannon Lord.
Beside him, Lu Kai’s face was etched with disbelief as he complained to Wang Dawei, “You definitely didn’t give it your all—no way you’d go so easy on them.”
Wang Dawei felt like crying; his butt was about to be bruised to pieces—how could he have been holding back?
Feng Sheng also suspected someone on their side was throwing the match. It couldn’t be just one person; otherwise, the outcome wouldn’t be so disastrous.
In terms of weight, they were no weaker than the guest team; in strength, they far surpassed them. Losing this battle was infuriating!
Meanwhile, Zhang Qiyang had fulfilled his promise, securing consecutive victories over the hosts. He collapsed onto the acupressure board like a deflating balloon, limbs sprawled, gasping for breath.
The two rounds of tug-of-war had nearly drained him dry!
Yet, in overcoming such hardship, he came to understand his extraordinary body all the more.
Under ordinary circumstances, it might not unleash such astonishing power.
But when pushed to the brink, under immense pressure, his strength exploded beyond even his own imagination!
Recalling that transcendent surge of power sent a thrilling shiver down his spine.
Perhaps this was only the manifestation of twenty percent of his brain’s potential.
He wondered whether, when driven even further into peril, he could unleash even greater might.
Maybe someday, when his brain was fully unlocked at one hundred percent, when every potential of the human body was realized, he would be like a god—unstoppable and omnipotent.
Facing the blue sky, mouth agape, Zhang Qiyang smiled silently in contentment.
Soon, a radiant, dewy face appeared before him—Li Xuan, sweat beading on her brow, smiling as she reached down to help him up.
“You’re amazing! Standing in front of you felt like there was a train pulling the rope behind us. Haha, I never imagined you had such strength!”
As she helped Zhang Qiyang to his feet, wiping the sweat from her forehead, she marveled at the experience.
Just moments ago, standing at the back of the line with only Zhao Lijing and Zhang Qiyang behind her, Li Xuan had felt the pull from the rear was far stronger than at the front.
Without a doubt, it was Zhang Qiyang—the slender-looking yet monstrously strong man—who was generating that force!
Listening up close to Zhang Qiyang’s roaring battle hymn, sounding like a train whistle, was truly extraordinary!
It was like racing on a train—though her feet ached terribly, the exhilarating burst of spirit left Li Xuan in awe.
She was an athletic actress, used to running with music and swimming to boost lung capacity.
Yet, she had never experienced the pure, raw joy of exertion so intimately as she had today!
Thinking back to the contest, Li Xuan still felt the lingering thrill—the sensation was simply exhilarating!
Zhao Lijing shared that unforgettable joy. Standing shoulder to shoulder with Zhang Qiyang in the tug-of-war, she could even feel the gust of air from his battle cry striking her bun.
In that moment, she felt that behind her did not stand a mere man, but a war god descended to earth!
Competing alongside such a “war god,” every pore on Zhao Lijing’s body seemed to burst open!
This kind of exhilaration was unlike anything she had ever known—it might have been even more satisfying than any climax!
Their team, led by Bai Xinhong, had triumphed in this grueling match. Their spirits soared!
They jeered at Wang Dawei and the others, clinging fiercely to Zhang Qiyang’s promise to win from start to finish, and utterly crush the Infinite Team today!
Lu Kai and the rest seethed with rage at the thought, their eyes burning with a thirst for revenge. They longed to move on to the next venue, to leave behind this humiliating acupressure board ground.
Wang Dawei, ever the showman, quickly pulled on his socks and shoes, then struck a defiant pose.
“This is a war—a war that’s only just begun. Don’t get too cocky! In the end, victory will belong to us!”
“…We fear no enemy! We seize every position! For our shared ideals! We never give up! Raise your fists, my dear brothers! Blood, tears, and sweat to snatch the golden cup! The final victory!…”
Wang Dawei unexpectedly broke into song.
He sang a famous anthem among fans in this realm to rally the hosts’ team.
But to Lu Kai and the others, the lyrics sounded awkward. How could they claim they weren’t afraid of a strong foe? That ragtag group of old, weak guests—were they really a formidable enemy?
Feng Sheng couldn’t bear it anymore. He wrapped his thick arm around Wang Dawei’s neck and laughed, “Cut it out, you’re embarrassing yourself.”
Fa Zi chuckled, “Haha, losers singing victory songs—that’s truly shameful!”
Peng Liang flattered, “Cannon Lord, why don’t you sing a victory battle hymn and make them jealous?”
The thrill of competition had reached a fever pitch, and the battle was far from over.