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Forty seconds, what kind of concept is that?

This swimming competition requires about 750 meters, and roundtrip is 1,500 meters. The record holder on the world stage was previously Dou Ming.

His record was 14 minutes and 56 seconds.

The referee was completely stunned; swimming 40 seconds means the speed reached 37.5 meters per second, how is that possible?

Do you really think you're driving a speedboat?

The referee was genuinely bewildered; in his lifetime, he had seen many unbelievable things: seen rainstorms in the desert, oceans kissing sharks, twilight chasing dawn, but he had never damn seen a person swimming with the effect of a missile!

Ren Feng was somewhat surprised, he clapped his hands, and suddenly, the spectators realized what happened, followed by a burst of enthusiastic cheers.

"Oh my god! My eyes! Tell me loudly, am I blind?"

"Oh my god, my God, my Christ, my dad, this Huaxia person is unbelievable." An overseas tourist exclaimed one after another.

A cute girl also had sparkling eyes: "Oh my god, he's so handsome, I want to have his babies!"

"Yes, he is the next swimming champion, I bet fifty cents that the upcoming Olympics will be dominated by him."

"I'll take that bet, I wager a pack of Weilong spicy sticks, not just the upcoming Olympics, I bet he'll own swimming worldwide, do you dare to bet?"

"This is a man from the sea."

The surrounding people were simply amazed, this person was terrifying.

Then, there was a tidal wave of applause!

People around looked on with respect toward Ren Feng.

And Ren Feng, with a smile on his face, looked at Xia Wenxue, then slowly walked over to Xia Wenxue.

The crowd saw Ren Feng approaching, and they instinctively made way for him, but their gazes stayed fixed on him, while the surroundings were already crowded with people, the onlookers were frantic.

The media were also rushing frantically toward this side, and those two coaches were quickly running over as well.

"Jia, you have to give me this person this time!"

"No way, anyone else you can have, but not this one. I have to recruit him and send him straight to the Olympics!"

Jia and the other person were running while also shoving each other, it seemed like they were about to fight.

At this moment, Diao, who had gone into the water earlier, also returned. As soon as he got to the shore, he noticed the media quickly running toward him.

Diao had a smug smile on his face, as expected, whenever he made a move, he'd surely become the media's focus.

He looked back and saw that he had left everyone else far behind; he was already on shore, and they were still swimming.

These losers, how could they compare to me?

Diao arrogantly flicked his head, looked at the media reporters rushing toward him, and smiled, ready to accept interviews at any moment.

What should I say later? Should I thank my family first, or my coach?

But just then, the rushing media reporters didn't even pay attention to him, ran straight past him, and the wind messed up Diao's hairstyle.

Diao's smile suddenly froze.

What was going on?

It shouldn't be; do I look so elegant, charming, and dashing that they didn't even notice me?

Looking at the crowd hurriedly running toward the group, Diao's eyes were full of confusion.