On the final stretch of the sprint.
Watching Yang Yun, who remained blockading his path, Sandman was utterly exhausted in both body and mind, pushing forward purely on sheer willpower.
Though his speed far surpassed that of horses, he was still flesh and blood, not some supernatural being. After running over ten kilometers, the muscles in his legs were swollen and twitching to the absolute limit, feeling as though they were about to burst apart!
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