I Am A Prodigy

Chapter 69: Look, It’s Superman!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Ah! My bag! Thief! Help!”

Right at that moment, a high pitched scream cut through the peaceful night.

Vroom!

The next instant, a motorcycle was seen speeding past like a spirit in the night.

“Yoohoo! I’m off! Come after me if you can!”

On the motorcycle, two people with helmets were laughing insolently.

“Someone help catch those thieves! Bike robbers!”

Very soon, a girl stumbled into his sight, anxiously staring at the motorcycle speeding away.

A number of people gathered due to her screams, but they could only look on helplessly at the motorcycle.

It was then that a blurry figure zoomed past. The crowd only saw a blur and that figure was already chasing after the motorcycle like the wind.

“Oh damn! What was that! Superman?”

The crowd was dumbstruck.

Right after that, they saw a black figure dashing at high speed in the dark.

The shadowy figure did not follow the road but instead used the paths within the park. Nevertheless, it only took him one leap to pass each obstacle he encountered. They even saw him jumping over a tree in just a few steps...

From afar, he looked like a monkey, somersaulting through the air while stepping on branches.

“It really is Superman. This is amazing!”

“I didn’t get a clear view earlier to check if he’s wearing his undies outside.”

Vroom!

The road was full of turns and filled with potholes. The motorcycle could not go at maximum speed while having to make constant turns, resulting in them not driving at high speed.

At that time, the two people on the motorcycle were full of themselves.

“Hahaha, big brother, this score might be enough to last us a month!”

“More than a month. Just this bag itself is worth more than RMB10,000. The contents should be worth even more.”

“That was really easy. I never expected to get such a big score in this desolate place. The heavens are helping us!”

“This is an effortless score! If we’re in the city area, how would we get such a chance?”

“Keep a lookout and see if anyone’s chasing us.”

“Relax, they don’t even have a car in this area. How could someone...”

Mid-sentence, he looked around and his eyes almost popped out of its sockets. His body stiffened, nearly falling off the motorcycle.

“What’s wrong?”

“Wait... wait a minute. I think I might have been seeing things.”

Rubbing his eyes, he took another look!

“F*ck!” He exclaimed in a shrill voice, at a loss for words.

“What? What happened?” The other person scowled, turning his head around as well.

“Holy sh*t!”

The motorcycle shook violently, nearly crashing.

“What the f*ck is this? Superman? A demon?”

His voice was trembling while he was flailing around in the wind.

“Big... big brother, he’s flying! Did we just run into a cultivator like those in the legends?”

“Cultivate your head!” Big brother quickly calmed himself. “No matter what it is, we cannot let him catch us! Turn around and keep an eye on his movements.”

“Yes.”

The little brother’s face was pale, turning around nervously.

He witnessed a figure weaving through the park, his legs seemingly covering several meters with every step, effortlessly crossing over rocks, benches, and climbing onto trees and weaving through the bushes. The speed was unbelievably fast.

“Big brother, this is bad. He’s catching up!”

“Catching up?” The big brother’s heart sank, flooring the gas. “Where is he now?”

“Just beside you!”

“WHAT?!”

The big brother turned his head just to see a figure standing tall on a nearby tree. The figure then leaped and with a cool posture, sent a flying kick towards him!

“F*ck my life for running into superman on this trip!”

Both of them fell off the motorcycle simultaneously. They rolled on the floor and passed out immediately.

Ye Lingchen inspected them briefly, making sure both of them were not fatally wounded. Only then did he let out a breath of relief.

“You guys should call the police. These two are bike robbers,” Ye Lingchen told the person nearby.

“Superman! It’s Superman!”

Everyone was in a frenzy, their passionate gazes locked onto Ye Lingchen.

Ye Lingchen frowned, then immediately dashed further into the park.

“Superman, don’t go! I want an autograph!”

“Superman, can you tell me your name?”

Ye Lingchen stopped in his tracks, straightened his body, then turned his sturdy back towards the crowd, speaking slowly, “You can call me... Y...”

‘The swag is with me.’

Ye Lingchen’s dashing figure was deeply imprinted into the crowd’s heart.

Immediately someone had uploaded a video online, TikTok, Weibo, or even WeChat moments.

[Discovered Superman! His name is also Y!]

In an instant, the entire internet exploded with activity.

[F*ck! Is this for real? That’s like a fantasy!]

[Wahahaha, our country has hidden talents! To think that we have a Superman!]

[What’s the use of that overseas Rice Nation Captain and Ironman? We have a real Superman! A living one!]

[The video quality is bad. I can only see a black figure. You’re saying that’s Superman? I’m sorry, I can’t believe it!]

[What’s with this year? All the talented people are calling themselves Y?!]

All sorts of videos were popping up everywhere. That was already beyond a normal wall run. It was at the level of flying across the floor.

Weibo’s hot search, TikTok’s million likes, and the crazed shares on WeChat moments. All of them had one thing in common. They did not get Ye Lingchen’s appearance. The most they had was that dashing figure of his back.

...

The next day.

Ye Lingchen got out of bed early as usual, then took a peek at his popularity score.

137,684.

In a single night, his popularity had increased by over 50,000.

His lips widened, turning into a big grin. ‘As expected, my name as Y-God will eventually spread throughout the nation!’

Ye Lingchen rubbed his hands. Since he had over 100,000 popularity, then he should continue advancing his skills!

He realized that he had transcended. He no longer lived for money, but for popularity.

Arhat Fist, Eight Extremities Fist, Martial Body Fist, DOTA, and English.

Three out of five were Fist techniques.

‘I will get martial arts this time around.’

Advancement begins!

The yellow circle flashed across the skills, causing Ye Lingchen’s eyes to lose focus.

DOTA... passed!

English... passed!

Finally, the yellow circle landed on Arhat Fist.

Jackpot!

Ye Lingchen’s heart was pounding. He stared excitedly on the system screen.

The next moment, with a golden glow, Arhat Fist had turned into Arhat’s Fist Force (Basic)!

The change was not as Ye Lingchen expected. The skill name did not undergo a major change, with only an additional word.

The forms had no obvious changes as well, only some additional breathing adjustments during the practice process.

As for the difference, he could only find out when practicing.

He quickly got off the bed to wash up.

Right after that, he hurried to his usual martial arts practice spot.

Following the Arhat’s Fist Force practice methods Ye Lingchen changed his breathing pattern with each of his fists. Sometimes three shallow breaths with one deep breath, sometimes nine shallow breaths and one deep breath.

He did not notice any obvious changes in the first round, but Ye Lingchen did not give up. He went on with the second round, third round...

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