Chapter 133: Shattering the Durs World Record!

Under the vast blue sky and white clouds, inside the Xuanwu Arena, the million living beings were frozen in place, creating an eerie silence. The only jarring sound came from a streak of purple lightning—this lightning was Le Xiaotian, who had just unleashed a divine technique.

With both feet hovering off the ground and his long hair streaming straight back, Le Xiaotian moved like a thunderbolt, possessing the momentum of a crashing storm. In an instant, he surpassed nine competitors and surged to the 80-meter mark. The elapsed time was one second. In the next second, he glided forward another twenty meters before coming to a stop.

"Phew, my body is still too weak. I might just drop dead from a heart attack at this rate." Grumbling helplessly, he turned and walked toward the contestant area, where thousands of athletes were sitting on the benches. He approached, casually snatched a bottle of spring water from a contestant's bag, twisted it open, and took a few big gulps. Looking dissatisfied, he muttered, "A bunch of brats daring to provoke me? Is it not easy for a Commander such as myself to get a drink?"

Relishing the crisp sweetness of the mountain spring water, he took a few more sips before tossing the remainder into a nearby trash bin. Walking back toward his original stopping point, he mused aloud, "How should I phrase my victory speech? Waiting for three seconds—would that be considered too low-key?" Lost in thought, he returned to his mark and waited for the thirty-second dance performance time to expire.

Soon, billions of sounds exploded in his ears, and the world returned to normal. With a push, a dash, and a final stride, he spread his arms—World Champion!

Crossing the ribbons, he didn't hear the expected cheers. Le Xiaotian frowned, feeling puzzled. "The 'Flower-Burying Dance' should only be detectable by super-god-level experts. Was Little Nine lying to me? Little Nine, get out here!"

It must be said, Le Xiaotian was overthinking it. The silence wasn't due to a flaw in his dance technique—divine dance techniques were never that pathetic. The silence was entirely due to the fact that his performance resulted in a 100-meter dash in five seconds, with a three-second rest at the start!

"What the hell?!" "Damn it!" "Holy crap!" In the next moment, stunned by the shock, many spectators blurted out foreign phrases they had recently learned, their eyes wide with disbelief. Some dance cultivators even saw their pupils contract, their bodies stiffening in shock. Many couldn't help but exclaim, "Did I see that right? Five seconds for a hundred meters, with a three-second rest at the start? Damn it, this cripple is cheating!"

"Dancers aren't allowed to compete—doesn't he know the rules?" "He isn't a dancer, is he? Could it be that he doesn't realize dance techniques and dance weapons are forbidden, even if used without dance power?" "Is this kid a reincarnated Dance God? How could an ordinary person run so fast?"

Suddenly, a torrent of gasps, roars, shouts, and questions flooded the arena, rising toward the heavens. Their first reaction was that it was impossible, simply because Le Xiaotian had been too low-key!

Meanwhile, the nine other competitors from the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Kingdom, the United States, Japan, Korea, and the Soviet Union stopped in their tracks, staring at Le Xiaotian, who had reached the finish line out of nowhere. They were paralyzed by the number on the red display screen: five seconds! Five seconds! The "Darth" world record had been shattered!

Not only that, but in the following seconds, all competition areas within the Xuanwu Arena ground to a halt. Even though Le Xiaotian had broken the record in five seconds, he had actually only run for two seconds—a two-second hundred-meter dash! My god! Because of Le Xiaotian’s low-key nature, the entire Martial Extreme Tournament was on the verge of chaos.

The dance cultivators of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Kingdom quickly intervened, and the gold-medal host regained his composure, bringing the situation under control. Amidst the chaos, the one thing everyone wanted to know was whether this "cripple" had cheated.

A man in his thirties, dressed in red, appeared the most agitated. He flew directly from the audience stands to Le Xiaotian's side. He was a staff member of the Darth Alliance! On his chest was an embroidered comedic symbol: a yellow-faced man with a nosebleed, leaning backward, with a cyclone at his side and a golden palm in front. The Darth Alliance was the most authoritative special organization in the North Dance civilization, responsible for registering and verifying world records.

Since the Martial Extreme Tournament was a grand event, the Darth Alliance had dispatched thirty thousand staff members, all of whom were dance cultivators. For Lan Ruo, a red-clad man with no power, influence, or background, being assigned here was a misfortune, but he had no choice. Athletics was an ancient sport, but it lacked technical complexity; it was rare for a new record to be set in sprinting. Most martial artists struggled for years to shave off fractions of a second. But today, a miracle had occurred—a miracle that was worth talking about.

If it were proven that Le Xiaotian hadn't cheated, Lan Ruo could become a star within the Alliance on the strength of this record alone. Overwhelmed with excitement, Lan Ruo’s hands trembled as he offered Le Xiaotian a bottle of water. "Hello, please, have some water." This was Deep Blue Ice Spring, worth 3,958 Dance Credits per 500ml bottle. It was a luxury he had saved for an emergency.

Accepting the bottle, Le Xiaotian feigned modesty. "Oh my, Deep Blue Ice Spring? How could I accept this?" He knew that only by breaking world records could he gain performance opportunities, spread Earth's song and dance, and eventually earn enough to bring Su Yun and the others back in style. He had already researched the Darth Alliance while waiting for the competition.

For Le Xiaotian, winning over Lan Ruo was a perfect way to save time and energy, as there were 2,999 more world records waiting to be shattered. After a few sips, Le Xiaotian said solemnly, "Thank you for the Deep Blue Ice Spring, friend. May I ask your name? I wish to continue challenging records, but there are so many events—could you provide me with a detailed list of world records?"

Lan Ruo was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Haha, I am Lan Ruo. A world record list? Don't you worry, friend. I can, I certainly can! I will have a hundred secretaries prepare it immediately. In half an hour, you will receive the most comprehensive, detailed, and professionally analyzed record list that will make your challenges twice as effective."

That was exactly what the Commander wanted! With his goal achieved, Le Xiaotian prepared to leave. Just as both men were trying to maintain their composure while hiding their internal excitement, the dance cultivators of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Kingdom sent out their investigation results: there were no traces of dance techniques or dance weapons used. Elsewhere, the footage of Le Xiaotian’s run had also been verified. The final conclusion: Le Xiaotian did not cheat!

In the next second, a thunderous broadcast echoed throughout the Xuanwu Arena: "A new world record has been born! This glory belongs to Le Xiaotian from the Tianlang Mountain area! 100-meter dash in five seconds, with a three-second play!"

The next moment, millions of confused spectators appeared around the arena, filled with questions. The broadcast hadn't mentioned a country, meaning Le Xiaotian was an unaffiliated martial artist—anyone could try to recruit him. But what on earth did "with a three-second play" mean?! Someone explain!