Escaping Danger

Su Hao had experienced all kinds of deaths before, and his fear of death was no longer as intense. That made him seem fairly calm.

With death looming before him, he felt there was an eighty or ninety percent chance he would not escape this calamity, but he had no intention of surrendering without a fight.

The assailant's eyes were bloodshot, and his mind had already fallen into madness. The machete he swung down was no longer precise.

Su Hao watched the blade's path, tucked his head, and rolled hard to the side, dodging the assailant's hurried chop. He then scrambled up and ran toward the small slide in the classroom. There were some obstacles there; perhaps he could hide behind them for a moment.

The assailant's blade struck empty air. Without giving it much thought, he was about to follow up with another slash when he saw the cool-looking child scrambling away.

Run? Could he run away? A cruel gleam flashed through the assailant's eyes as he immediately gave chase.

Su Hao caught sight of the assailant behind him. In two or three strides, the man caught up, raised his blade, and slashed down. Su Hao calmly judged where it would land—his right shoulder.

Su Hao immediately threw himself to the ground. The machete sliced over his head, narrowly missing his skull.

Just as he tried to get up and keep running, he discovered that a powerful hand had seized his ankle and was dragging him backward. No matter how hard he clawed at the floor, he could not stop himself from sliding back.

I'm finished! Su Hao wailed inwardly. So I really can't make it past the age of five!

The assailant smiled smugly. This annoying child could not run away this time. He raised his blade for the third time and chopped toward Su Hao's back.

Thud!

The machete struck the hard plastic behind Su Hao's back, bounced away, and let out a sharp crack.

The assailant froze. Refusing to believe it, he slashed again, but the blade still bounced back. He yanked up Su Hao's shirt, and two plastic boards fell from his chest and back. The fierce light in the assailant's eyes flared as he impatiently raised his blade once more. This last time, he wanted to see what this irritating child could use to block him, what he could use to dodge!

As the plastic boards slipped from his body, Su Hao grabbed a handful of loose sand meant for children to play with from his pocket and flung it into the assailant's old face right before him.

The assailant instinctively released Su Hao's ankle and raised a hand to shield his eyes. Though he blocked most of the sand, they were too close, and Su Hao's sudden throw was too swift. Sand still got into the assailant's eyes.

Ah! The assailant screamed, blinking furiously and hurriedly rubbing his eyes with his hands.

Su Hao rolled to his feet and drove a vicious punch into the assailant's crotch.

Awooo— The machete slipped from the assailant's hand. Clutching his vital area in agony, he slowly crouched down.

Su Hao immediately ran for the door.

The sand in the assailant's eyes would soon be cleared away naturally, and the crushing blow to his groin would wear off after only a few seconds. If that happened, Su Hao would not be able to escape. If the assailant came at him with the blade again, he had no other way to block it.

Su Hao successfully fled outside. The moment he stepped through the door, he saw several men in their thirties and forties rushing toward the classroom with clubs and various other objects in their hands.

"Whew, the reinforcements finally got here!" Su Hao immediately let out a sigh of relief, though his feet did not stop moving until an unfamiliar man scooped him up.

The man carried him into the crowd, set him among the children being protected, then turned around and charged back into the classroom.

The little brats were sobbing and crying. When they saw Su Hao come in, they all froze for a moment. Then Su Hao swept his gaze over them, and the little brats actually stopped crying all at once, cautiously turned their faces away, and sniffled quietly.

Before long, the assailant in the classroom was pinned down and subdued by several men. In the distance, the distinctive sirens of ambulances and police cars could also be heard.

Su Hao excitedly waved his little hand. This time, he was safe for the moment.

Even now, his little heart was still pounding wildly from excessive tension. His breathing was rapid, and his face was completely flushed.

If he had panicked even a little and made a mistake just now, he would be lying inside waiting for an ambulance. He did not think his tiny body could withstand that gleaming machete.

The most dangerous moment had been when the assailant grabbed his ankle. He had already been fish on the chopping board, at another's mercy. If the assailant had aimed not at his back but at his head, he would undoubtedly have died.

After Su Hao gradually calmed down, he noticed the change in himself. In the past, there was absolutely no way he could have remained calm enough to think and adapt on the spot while facing such a vicious criminal.

After dying many times, being reborn, then dying again, his mental fortitude had become extraordinarily strong. The more critical the moment, the more calmly he could think.

But that was not entirely a good thing. He had lost his awe of death. The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it seemed. It was equivalent to losing the stubborn desire to survive even in desperate straits.

Soon, the matter was over. The scene was sealed off, the police took away the assailant, the injured children and security guard were rushed to the hospital for treatment, and the kindergarten teachers notified the parents to come pick up their children. A large number of reporters swarmed in to cover the incident.

When Huang Shujun arrived at the kindergarten with panic written all over her face and saw Su Hao safe and sound, tears burst forth like floodwaters breaking through a collapsed dam. She hugged Su Hao tightly and refused to let go.

Deep down, Su Hao was glad that he was still alive and well. If he had truly died today, how much pain and guilt would this mother have suffered?

Before long, a video from the scene began circulating.

The video showed a tiny boy dodging the assailant's slashes again and again, then fighting back, injuring him, and successfully escaping with his life.

The little boy in the video was Su Hao.

The comment section immediately exploded.

"Damn, I have to admit it. This is the legendary triumph of the weak over the strong."

"Who is this kid? He's ridiculously cool!"

"Our boss just shouted, 'Awesome!' I'm from the fighting club."

"I admit this kid could beat several of me..."

"I got totally shown up!"

"I bet the criminal got so thoroughly outplayed by this kid that he shut down."

"Maybe I can't even beat this kid. Am I just too weak?"

"Be confident. Take out the 'maybe.'"

"This kid is going to be incredible someday!"

"I thought movies were exaggerated enough, but after watching this video, I realized reality is even more outrageous. I was careless!"

"You have to know that people are different from one another."

"Who is this little boy? I want to marry him. I'm willing to wait ten years."

"The person above is worse than a beast. He'll only be fifteen or sixteen in ten years! How can you bring yourself to do that?"

"Did anyone notice? This child stayed extremely calm the entire time. The moment he encountered the criminal, he ran off to find two boards to protect himself. He even grabbed a few handfuls of sand and put them in his pockets. All I can say is, he's too amazing. He's definitely a Genius."

Su Hao became famous, carrying the name of a Genius.

After watching the video, everyone had no choice but to admit that geniuses truly existed in this world. There was no refusing to accept it.