Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

"On your marks!" A man holding a colored flag waved the flag in his hand and then shouted loudly.

Instantly, Ni Yan'er, Shangguan Qingcheng, Song Yan, and Dao Ge sprawled on the ground, imitating the starting position often seen by athletes on TV at the start of a race.

"Begin!"

With that command, the four of them dashed forward like unleashed wild horses, shooting out like arrows.

In the blink of an eye.

They had reached the finish line.

The 200-meter sprint was indeed a trifle for the four of them.

"Shangguan Qingcheng 8 seconds, Ni Yan'er 9 seconds, Dao Ge 10 seconds, Song Yan 10.5 seconds," the score reporter announced loudly.

Hearing these results, the observers, including an old witch and Zheng Yue, showed a faint smile. The foreigner remained as unimpressed as always.

"Awesome! An 8-second 200-meter sprint—if you were in the Olympics, you'd definitely be the world champion," Zhu Bufan silently praised in his heart.

Next were the second, third, and fourth groups to run.

Bao Qiri and Mo Jianwai were in the same group—the third group.

They each ran in 8.5 seconds and 8.2 seconds respectively.

Guang Jinqian was in the fourth group, with his 200-meter dash clocking in at 6 seconds. Zhu Bufan couldn't help but admire Guang Jinqian's speed!

And from the previous four groups, the best time amazingly reached 5.5 seconds, which stunned Zhu Bufan.

Damn, that's definitely a monstrous existence.

The last group, a single person, Zhu Bufan walked to the starting line of the race track.

"Ready!" It was the same man's voice, devoid of emotion.

Zhu Bufan mimicked the starting motion of a 100-meter hurdler, crouched on the ground.

"Begin!"

With that, Zhu Bufan's body suddenly shot forward.

In an instant, Zhu Bufan's figure sped up so fast that only his afterimage remained.

"Holy shit!" Mo Jianwai cursed in amazement, "Is this even human..."

Before he could finish, Zhu Bufan had already reached the finish line.

"This..."

Everyone looked on in disbelief, mouths agape.

"How fast is he! I bet his time is only three seconds!"

"Three seconds? Can't be that fast, he's not a premature man," Mo Jianwai said sleazily, stealthily glancing at Liu Fei's chest while he spoke.

"Zhu Bufan four seconds!" the score reporter declared loudly.

"Holy fuck, that's absolutely freakish."

"Not human!"

"Alright, the speed test is finished, we will now proceed to the next test—strength," Zheng Yue said with a smile.

Meanwhile, a room was filled with people, men and women, all staring at a large screen like thieves.

"This kid, I want him! None of you better compete with me," a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his forties said.

"You're a druggist, why do you need a fast runner in your academy!" As soon as he finished speaking, someone expressed dissatisfaction, "This student obviously belongs to my Investigation Department."

"Get lost! I'm taking him!"

"Humph, drug fiend, don't even think about it."

"Oh, you want to fight about it?"

"What if I do?"

"Then bring it on."

"Alright, how old are you two, acting like kids, haven't you noticed we've just tested speed? There's still strength, agility, and overall capability to be assessed, and you're already squabbling. I've never seen such impatience. If he doesn't perform well in the later tests, I wonder who you'll go crying to." Just when the two were about to come to blows, an elder around 60 stepped in and scolded them.

"Master Chi..." All the men and women in the room stood up and respectfully greeted the elder who had just walked in.

Seeing that Master Chi had arrived, the two who were arguing over Zhu Bufan and about to fight instantly lost their temper.

The second event was the strength test.

In one corner of the grassy field, there was a large drum.

This drum was different from those used for making music; it was peculiar because it was connected to a power sensor. All you had to do was punch the drum with force, and the power of your punch would be transferred to the sensor and then recorded.

To speak the truth, this wasn't exactly high-tech, just rare.

"Little brother, I didn't expect you to be so fast!" Liu Fei walked up to Zhu Bufan and began the conversation.

Zhu Bufan glanced at Liu Fei and whispered, "Let me tell you, in that area, I'm pretty fast, but in another, I'm really slow, you know—just between us, I can last at least an hour."

Liu Fei was taken aback, looking at Zhu Bufan with confusion, seemingly unsure what he meant by 'that area'.

Watching the woman's reaction, Zhu Bufan couldn't help but snicker internally; for some reason, he always felt like teasing her.

Zhu Bufan then followed Zheng Yue and walked away.

Meanwhile, Liu Fei was still contemplating what Zhu Bufan meant by 'that area' when suddenly...

A flush of red colored Liu Fei's face as she realized what Zhu Bufan was referring to—a bedroom affair.

"Goodness! You, Zhu Bufan, daring to flirt with me, I'll find a way to deal with you properly. Hmph!" Liu Fei fumed inside. She had meant to compliment him, only for this guy to flirt with her instead.

"But, is he really that strong? At least an hour," Liu Fei wondered internally, skeptical of Zhu Bufan's claim, as most men would only last about half an hour in that kind of activity.

"Ah, what am I thinking! Pah, pah..." Suddenly overwhelmed with embarrassment, Liu Fei glared hard at Zhu Bufan's retreating back, marking him in her mind.

"Classmate, your speed is really impressive," said Zheng Yue.

"Just luck," replied Zhu Bufan, modestly. He didn't dare to boast in front of this person, knowing well that Zheng Yue's speed was truly fearsome—probably under 2 seconds for 200 meters!

"Haha, what's your name?" Zheng Yue laughed heartily.

"Zhu Bufan!"

"Zhu Bufan, heh, nice name. Now let's see how strong you are?" Zheng Yue said before striding forward.

Soon they gathered beneath the large drum.

Everyone stood around haphazardly.

"We won't go by the number this time; just hit the drum and call out your name before doing so," Zheng Yue instructed.

"I'll go!" Right after Zheng Yue finished, Dao Ge stepped up and said.

The reason Dao Ge wanted to go first was that during the previous speed test where he was grouped with three women, he didn't come first. Not being first was one thing—since the first place was the exceptionally attractive Shangguan Qingcheng—but, damn it, he had actually come in third, which he thought was totally embarrassing.

Now, for the strength test, one could tell from his bulging muscles that Dao Ge's strength must certainly be formidable. Dao Ge believed strength was his forte, so he was the first to step up.

"My name is Dao Ge," he announced.

"Alright, begin!" Zheng Yue nodded to the recorder standing by the drum and then spoke up.

Dao Ge approached the drum, ripped off his shirt, revealing his robust and impressive muscles. He clenched his fists and lifted them to the sky. After doing that, he also shot a glance at Shangguan Qingcheng.

It was as though everything he did was to catch Shangguan Qingcheng's attention. However, Shangguan Qingcheng still wore a cold expression, as if she didn't see him at all.

Seeing that Shangguan Qingcheng ignored him, Dao Ge tossed his head and swung his fist, punching the large drum directly.

"Boom..." A loud noise followed.

Dao Ge's punch was indeed powerful.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have produced such a thunderous sound from the drum.

"Dao Ge, punch power 1500 pounds," reported the recorder.

"Pshh..." Everyone gasped.

It had to be said, Dao Ge's strength was indeed extraordinary.

"Not bad," Zheng Yue narrowed his eyes and smiled at Dao Ge, who had stepped down and seemed rather proud.

After Dao Ge's punch, someone in the room said, "Not bad, this kid, I'll take him!"