"Trying to run away?"
Su Weifeng suddenly let out a cold snort.
Wei Xianyang, hearing this noise, bolted like a scared rabbit.
But just as he had taken a few steps, he heard a piercing cry of pain from behind him.
That sound was unmistakably that of a meat grinder.
Wei Xianyang turned even more panic-stricken upon hearing this. Clearly, it was a scream of agony, which meant the meat grinder had suffered a heavy blow, and if he had lost, it meant danger for himself too. His legs moved with even greater speed, propelling him forward in a sudden sprint.
Wei Xianyang felt like he had never run this fast before—in this state, he suspected he was not much slower than a hundred-meter sprinter.
In his desperation, his potential had indeed been squeezed out.
But right behind him again came Wei Qianqiu's loud shout, "Xianyang, run fast!"
Wei Xianyang's heart shattered, this meant that Su Weifeng had caught up with him.