Miao Lun's 5.49 seconds in the 100-meter sprint caused a huge stir at the Olympics.
The news quickly spread and escalated, causing an uproar among the people of the Beautiful Country.
"This is desecrating our sacred sports arena, genetic warriors should get out of the Olympics."
"Fake, Jieke Group has no martial virtue. Are genetic warriors even human? Them participating in competitions is just bullying."
"We don't recognize this gold medal, the Olympic Committee must immediately cancel Miao Lun's results. The gold medal belongs to our Beautiful Country."
"I'm going to march to the Dome Wheel Stadium and protest tomorrow, who's coming with me?"
Online, when Miao Lun stood on the podium, with the national anthem playing and the flag rising, next to him was the disgruntled and unwilling face of Lester. Many citizens of the Beautiful Country broke down and started cursing wildly online.
It didn't stop there; they gathered and ran to the scene to protest, voices demanding the cancellation of Miao Lun's result were overwhelming.
The Olympic Committee was also caught off guard by this unexpected event, as according to the existing rules, genetic warriors could indeed participate in the Olympics. They couldn't suddenly make a rule to restrict them.
But before the citizens of the Beautiful Country could get any angrier, Miao Lun's performance continued.
In the subsequent 200-meter and 400-meter races, facing competitors from the Beautiful Country, Miao Lun easily won gold medals in both events.
Seizing three gold medals in total, such an exaggerated achievement made the whole Beautiful Country scream even louder.
But they didn't know, this was just the beginning.
At the boxing match scene.
A Japanese contestant wearing protective gear skipped onto the ring.
On the other side, Sula, representing Siam, also twisted his neck and stepped over the boxing ring ropes.
"A newbie? Nice punching bag, I hope you can take a beating."
Yamada Ikki waved his fist with a menacing smile. He saw that Sula had no reputation and thought his skills must be terrible, which is why he had never heard of him in the boxing world.
"Beating up Japanese people feels so good!"
Sula was also smiling. Even though he was indeed a newcomer to the boxing world, even if a gold belt champion stood before him, they wouldn't withstand two of his punches. This was because he was a genetic warrior!
After the referee explained some rules, he left the stage to the two contestants.
Yamada Ikki didn't raise his guard, staring fiercely at Sula's footsteps, planning to test Sula's skill level first.
What puzzled Yamada Ikki was that the guy in front of him didn't raise his guard at all, just stood there naturally and looked at him.
"Is this guy scared stiff or too nervous to know what to do?"
Yamada Ikki was overjoyed. This kind of rookie forgets their moves once they're in the ring, he wouldn't pass up such an opportunity.
Without much thought, Yamada Ikki threw an uppercut directly at Sula's chin.
"Rookie, go back to your little country. This stage isn't for you."
Yamada Ikki's mouth already had a smug smile, as if he had already seen his opponent being knocked out by him.
Beating a rookie didn't mean much, what really excited him was that he might break the fastest KO record in the Olympics.
Just as the punch was about to land, Sula took a light backstep, and the fist whizzed past his face, not leaving a single scratch.
"Little brat, didn't you eat? I'll give you a minute, see if you can hit me once."
Sula provocatively said, with his hands behind his back. His nonchalant stance made Yamada Ikki burn with anger.
Yamada Ikki was furious, his fists attacking the unguarded Sula again.
Jab, left hook, right hook, heavy punch...
No matter what kind of attack Yamada Ikki threw, none could touch Sula's body.
Sula, with his hands behind his back, his footwork intertwining, easily dodged every punch. His elegant and leisurely movements made the frenzied attacking Yamada Ikki look like a clumsy gorilla.
"Such agile footwork!"
"Kung fu, it's kung fu!"
"It seems they're not on the same level, his skill is too strong."
The audience, seeing this scene, exclaimed in shock, amazed by Sula's overwhelming strength. To be able to toy with Yamada Ikki like a clown only meant one thing: they were not on the same level.
Hearing the audience's exclamations and voices, Yamada Ikki's face gradually turned red with rage.
"Damn it, stop dodging if you got guts!"
Yamada Ikki felt an unprecedented humiliation, the opponent didn't even take him seriously.
"Alright, enough playing."
Sula finally raised his hands.
Bang! With a lightning-fast punch, Yamada Ikki staggered, his brain hit heavily, fell to the ground with a thud.
The referee was stunned, as Sula's punch directly broke Yamada Ikki's guard and still had enough force to knock him down.
It's known that Olympic boxing is performed with full protective gear, and knocking someone down with a single punch under protection is incredibly difficult, most matches' outcomes are decided by points.
"Is this your strength? Just like your country, weak and pathetic."
Sula's mocking tone was like injecting adrenaline into Yamada Ikki. He struggled to get up from the ground.