The tiger behind Lu Xingyun had been pulled away quite a bit.

Yuan Qingli glanced at him sideways, as if this person had deliberately slowed down in the first round of running, which meant that he knew the rules behind the scenes?

Beside them, a figure sped past everyone else—it was Du Ruoyuan.

He gritted his teeth and completely ignored the iron rings on the road.

Anyway, the track is 1.8 meters wide, so we can just go around it; it's very spacious.

The tiger behind him couldn't keep up at all. It was probably the pressure from the system rules that unleashed his full potential, leaving everyone else behind.

Everyone was stunned by Du Ruoyuan's actions.

Yes, the system only said to run back, it didn't say to jump the ring or the disk.

They were all limited by their own stereotypes.

Only Du Ruoyuan, who was under the most pressure, broke the rules!

Instantly, everyone became restless.

Du Ruoyuan had already bypassed the jumping plate and rushed towards the third iron ring.

He felt he had never been so fast; perhaps that statement was true.

Even when being chased by a tiger, anyone can get close to Bolt.

The next moment, a red light exploded, instantly burning away everyone's attempts to take shortcuts.

Orange flames burst forth from around the ring, filling the entire track.

The flames were bright and clear. After they were launched, the surrounding air distorted and steamed, and even the endpoint became blurred.

The flames near the iron ring were yellowish-blue, and seemed to be melting.

Strangely enough, the flames only burned within the track itself, and seemed to be blocked by an invisible air wall at the edge.

Inside the iron ring, however, there were no obstructions, making the system's meaning all too clear.

Just as Du Ruoyuan was about to cross the edge of the iron ring, he was struck by flames in an instant.

Black smoke billowed from his entire body, turning him into a small fire man.

Du Ruoyuan reacted quickly, falling to the ground and rolling around a few times.

After getting up, he had already unzipped his sportswear and quickly taken it off.

Du Ruoyuan, still wearing his sportswear, vigorously swung it over himself to extinguish the flames.

By using his calves to keep running, he didn't lose much speed.

Du Ruoyuan looked up and saw that the stopwatch at the finish line had gone more than halfway through, so he still had a chance!

Seeing this, the others abandoned their thoughts of taking shortcuts, realizing that time was not so pressing for them.

Leaping over the burning iron ring, I felt only a slight heat, but not much discomfort.

The tiger behind him still instinctively feared the flames, slowed its pace, and lingered behind the track, hissing and growling.

Eager to jump, yet powerless to change anything.

Ahead, Du Ruoyuan rolled up his tattered clothes and covered his face, still intending to take the easy way out and rush over.

He accelerated, half a meter from the wall of fire, his right foot thrusting forward like an arrow released from a bow, breaking through everything in its path.

However, just as his body took off, a sharp pain shot through his right foot.

His entire body seemed to be violently pulled down and slammed to the ground, where flames instantly engulfed him.

Through the wall of fire, Du Ruoyuan could vaguely see that his right foot was entangled in something.

He screamed in terror and kicked desperately, but could not break free.

"Ah! What the hell? Get away from me! Ahh, it hurts! Ahh..."

Du Ruoyuan couldn't see it, but the others behind him could see it clearly.

Just as he was about to jump, a hand suddenly emerged from the ground, then two... three...

Hands covered in rotting flesh grabbed Du Ruoyuan's ankles in the blink of an eye.

"Ahhh..." The screams gradually turned into wails.

Having learned from past mistakes, everyone consciously stepped over the iron rings.

Although some of her hair and clothes were burned, she still managed to reach the destination safely.

Lu Xingyun was the only exception; he twisted his ankle unexpectedly when he jumped over the last ring of fire.

He staggered and lay sprawled on the iron ring.

A delicious aroma of roasted meat wafted out.

Seeing Lu Xingyun struggling on the iron ring with his back bent, Yuan Qingli from the next track crossed the white line without hesitation and rushed straight ahead.

[WARNING! WARNING! Runners must not leave their designated lanes. Please return within 5 seconds. Failure to do so will result in severe penalties.]