The commotion from Dai Huabin collapsing was no small matter, but by now, none of the students were looking at him anymore.
Everyone was drawn to Chen Doudou, who was still running at a steady pace on the track.
One hundred and fifty laps was already the limit for an ordinary Soul Elder, yet Chen Doudou seemed not to understand the meaning of fatigue. His strides remained light and steady, and his breathing was as even as if he were taking a stroll after dinner.
He even had the leisure to look up at the sky, as though calculating something.
"Is that guy... even human?"
"Even Dai Huabin, a Soul Elder, ran himself unconscious. How does he look like nothing happened?"
"So this is the strength of the Student Union president? That's terrifying!"
The discussions rose one after another. The freshmen's initial doubt had turned into pure astonishment as they looked at Chen Doudou.
At that moment, Wang Dong, who had been standing by the track, suddenly felt an unyielding spirit surge up in her pink-blue eyes.
She was the little princess of the God Realm. Even though she had lost her memories, the pride in her bones had never been worn away.
"I've always heard Big Uncle and Second Uncle say that the young master of Spirit Hall is the foremost prodigy in the world. I refuse to lose to you."
Wang Dong gritted her teeth and pushed her Soul Power beneath her feet to its limit, turning into a streak of light as she shot toward Chen Doudou.
The wind howled past her ears. Wang Dong clenched her teeth and desperately accelerated, trying to close the distance between them.
Yet no matter how hard she tried, the purple figure ahead always remained at a fixed distance from her—not