Emmanuel and the others were dumbfounded, unable to understand how Sang Ning could do this, just as they couldn't understand how she managed to throw the monkey head mushroom away.
At this moment, Emmanuel was filled with regret, saying, "I shouldn't have listened to Ningning. I should have dragged her into the competition directly."
Comparing them might not necessarily reveal the reason why Sang Ning is so powerful, but at least it gives us some hope.
Without comparison, there is truly no hope at all.
If he had competed back then, he wouldn't be so confused now.
Then I regretted it.
Elliott and the others also regretted it, but it was too late. Sang Ning had already run a long way away, and even if they wanted to stop her and bring her back for a match, they were powerless to do so.
All we can do is patiently wait for her to come back.
"Let's go, let's make bows and arrows."
Louis said weakly, "Sang Ning is too strong. As her teammates, we can't hold her back too much."
"If we're going to pull anyone, we should eliminate all the other contestants first."
That makes sense, and Emmanuel and his group immediately agreed.
The audience was speechless.
I feel like their morale has been severely damaged by Sang Ning.
[Let's not even talk about them, I'm devastated too. I'm starting to doubt whether we, these genetically optimized, self-proclaimed elite new humans, are truly elite.]
[We are truly elites, that's beyond doubt. Sang Ning, Sang Ning is a mutated human among primitive humans, strong enough to transcend the scope of primitive humans.]
[Does the person upstairs mean that Sang Ning is a human being even more elite than the elites?]
We might see being an elite as an honor, but for Sang Ning, it's not necessarily a bad thing; she might even see it as a disgrace.
【Huh? That can't be that exaggerated, can it?】
That depends on how much she holds grudges. If she does, it might be that dramatic; if she doesn't, then it's fine. After all, the things we elite humans did back then are embarrassing to even talk about now.
If my position were reversed with Sang Ning's, I would definitely hold a grudge.
I also hold grudges. As human beings, although there is no such thing as absolute equality, the malice that elite humans harbored towards primitive humans was indeed abnormally high.
Let's not dwell on the past; it only makes people feel bad. To cheer myself up, I've decided to keep an eye on both Emmanuel and Sunning simultaneously.
[I've already opened it, and I have to say it's really good. Sang Ning's delivery speed is truly impressive.]
How fast?
Like a gust of wind, its complete form was nowhere to be seen; only a fleeting, silvery-white silhouette could be discerned, blending perfectly with the heavy snowfall.
[Is that exaggerated?]
This is not an exaggeration at all; go and see for yourself.
So, Emmanuel and his viewers all opened their windows and started looking at Sang Ning. To their shock, they discovered that they couldn't see Sang Ning at all.
The entire live stream room was divided into sections, and because the live stream perspective was mainly focused on Sang Ning, they could only see the trees and snowdrifts rushing by.
But no matter how hard you look, you can't find a complete image of Sang Ning; you can only see an extremely fast afterimage.
Snowflakes falling from the sky are white, snow on the ground is white, and oceans and rivers freeze due to extreme cold, so the ice is also white.
Even the surrounding vegetation was white.
Within this white expanse, a silvery-white afterimage flashes by; you might catch a glimpse of it with your eyes, but the silvery-white shadow has already moved on to another place.
Everyone was stunned.
The live stream seemed to freeze, and no comments appeared for a long time.
After a long pause, someone with trembling hands connected to the mind input device—
Is this really the speed that primitive humans should have?
Unbelievable, unbelievable, I'm questioning my existence, folks! If primitive humans had this speed, what would become of these elites?
After maintaining their sense of superiority for so many years, where should they go from here?
Everyone was left with extremely complicated feelings by Sang Ning, and someone couldn't help but send a special effect comment asking her—
[Sang Ning, what's your current speed?]
Sang Ning was running at full speed when she saw the comments floating in front of her. She thought for a moment and said, "Don't ask me, I don't know."
As she spoke, she hesitated and said, "I feel that I should be slightly worse than Emmanuel and Elliott, but on par with Louis Clyde and the others."
"Bang--"
"Aww!"
Emmanuel, who was holding a stone to smash the tendon in preparation for making a bowstring, suddenly jerked his hand, and the stone hit the ball of his foot.
Instantly, a piercing pain swept through his entire body from his big toe. Emmanuel hopped up on one foot, his face contorted in pain, and said, "What the hell do you mean by 'less than me'? I'm clearly less than you, okay?"
Everyone was speechless.
Is this a sign of mental breakdown caused by Sang Ning's attack?
Elliott asked with concern, "Old Elliott, are you alright?!"
"not good!"
Emmanuel sat down angrily on the ground, took off his shoes and socks, and looked at his big toe, which was swollen and much bigger than before, with bruises on his nails. He was on the verge of tears and said, "Sang Ning, Sang Ning, why did you have to say that? You made me hurt my foot."
"Ouch, that hurts!"
"There is ointment."
Mo Nai Nai leaned over and glanced at his thumb. Seeing that the situation was indeed quite serious, she immediately stood up and said, "Old Yi, bear with it for now. I'll go get the ointment."
"good!"
So, Monet went to get the ointment, and Emmanuel looked at Sang Ning's live stream with a distorted expression, just in time to hear her say, "Why do I have such speed?"
She smiled and said, "It's something you learn through practice. Planet E72 is shrouded in sandstorms all year round, but besides sandstorms, there's another natural disaster called quicksand. When a quicksand cloud appears, if you don't run fast, you'll be swallowed up by the quicksand and completely buried by the sand."
"Furthermore, quicksand is mobile; it might be here one minute and dozens or hundreds of meters away the next. This means that once a quicksand mass catches up with you, your body won't even be found."
As she spoke, she slowed down.
Just as the audience was wondering why she suddenly slowed down, they noticed that she suddenly stopped and then looked sharply into the snow-covered forest to the southwest.
Has the situation been discovered?
[Ningning, could you adjust the camera angle to a wide-angle view? We want to see what you encountered.]
"The animals are fighting."
As she spoke, Sang Ning changed her perspective to a wide-angle view, and now she could instantly see the surrounding environment from all directions with her as the center point.
Then, the audience saw what the two fighting animals were.
When the audience finally saw what the two animals looked like, their hair stood on end.
[Run, Ningning, run fast! We can't join in this commotion. The creatures fighting are Dark Cloud Tigers, a type of mutated tiger that has undergone severe mutation and is extremely aggressive. They are incredibly powerful; you can't beat them. Run, run!]
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