“I heard Gao Fei from No.1 Middle can run 100 meters in under 9 seconds. That’s insane, he’s still just in middle school.”

“Of course, his father is a Gene Fuser. As the son of a Gene Fuser, his physical fitness is way beyond ordinary people.”

“With that said, Shanhai Middle’s first-year has no chance.”

“What does it matter? He’s only in first year. Give him two more years to grow and Shanhai Middle will be untouchable…”

As soon as Gao Fei entered, the stands erupted in chatter, praising his superior body.

As for Lin Zichen, hardly anyone believed in him.

Even Zhang Wanxin and Lin Yansheng doubted he could win. Their son was a genius, yes, but still just human. Competing with a 9-second sprinter was nearly impossible.

Even so, Zhang Wanxin still shouted as always, “Xiao Chen, go for it! Just give it your all, you can win!”

Lin Yansheng and Shen Qinghan joined in cheering.

* * *

On the stage.

Hearing the cheers, Lin Zichen smiled and waved.

Across from him, Gao Fei said, “Junior from Shanhai, you have a great relationship with your family. I’m jealous.”

“It’s ok,” Lin Zichen smiled.

But then Gao Fei’s face twisted with envy, “Too bad, I can’t stand seeing harmony. In this match, prepare yourself, because I’ll unleash my fiercest assault!”

Lin Zichen sighed inwardly. Another not-so-normal kid. Shanhai No.1 really bred chuunibyou boys.

“The match is about to begin. Both contestants, positions!”

They stood ready.

The referee chopped his hand, “Match, start!”

Gao Fei exploded forward, unleashing his family’s martial art, Flowing Water Shattering Rock Fist.

In an instant, his fists rained down like a storm, fast, precise and brutal!

Lin Zichen found the style interesting. Instead of ending it instantly, he dodged gracefully, studying every move.

“Gao Fei, what are you doing?! I told you to defend!”

The No.1 coach roared from below.

But Gao Fei ignored him, attacking wildly.

Defend? He didn’t need turtle tactics. He always attacked fiercely—win fast, or lose fast!

That was what he believed… until he realized he couldn’t land a hit.

“What’s going on?! How can you dodge me?! This isn’t scientific!!”

He stopped, shaken.

Lin Zichen calmly asked, “Got any other moves? Use them all.”

“You…” Gao Fei flushed red. It was outright mockery.

Furious, he charged again, but it was the same technique. Lin Zichen decided not to waste time. One kick sent him flying off the stage.

Gao Fei had lost.

The crowd was stunned. No one expected that.

Soon, the arena was filled with shocked cries.

“Xiao Chen, you’re incredible!!!”

“Husband, our son is amazing!”

“Zichen, awesome!”

“What’s going on? How can that first-year be this strong?!”

“This is fake, must be rigged!”

The arena was a chaos of noise.

Lin Zichen ignored it, preparing for the next fight.

…

Fourth match, instant win!

…

Fifth match, instant win!

* * *

In under ten minutes, Lin Zichen defeated Shanhai No.1’s remaining two fighters, singlehandedly toppling the team.

And over the next two days, he defeated two more schools, carrying Shanhai Middle to the Eight School League championship.

The other four teammates never fought once, winning by default.

They might feel some regret about not competing, but Lin Zichen only cared about his achievement progress.

* * *

On the podium.

Holding the trophy, Lin Zichen took photos with his coach, teammates, family, childhood friend and even random spectators.

Then he immediately checked his achievement task.

[Total rivals eliminated: 16/1000]

He still needed to defeat 984 more.

This wouldn’t be completed any time soon—probably years.

He shook his head, putting it aside and turned to Guo Xiangyuan to ask about the prize money.

The Eight School League champion prize was 30,000 yuan.

Some went to the school, some to the coach and team.

As the absolute core, Lin Zichen received 20,000 yuan—two-thirds.

More than he expected.

* * *

That evening, both families celebrated together.

The parents praised him nonstop.

He had the potential of a Cyborg!

The potential of a Gene Fuser!

They heaped on compliments, all with high hopes.

Lin Zichen felt nothing, counting up his savings.

20,000 yuan from the championship.

Prize money from various academic contests.

Scholarships from school.

All together, about 30,000 yuan.

‘That’s enough. Time to find an agent to buy Ghost Shadow Squid meat. I’ll unlock its Compendium entry before graduating middle school…’