The Urban Dao Child.

Yang Dao did not care about the reaction and moved forward. However, how would the others let him go without a chase? Evans, the captain of the military college said, "Mattheus, chase." 

Mattheus was a boy with a strong physique and his skills were also top-notch. He heard the command and moved forward like a bullet. Silver City college was also not behind and their captain shouted, "Iker, go." 

A tall boy with silver hair charged. Icarus said, "Captain, I want to try as well." 

Thomas nodded and said, "Go, you are the youth champion at the last high school level. Show them some gusto. Also, if you can beat Dao. I will buy you a set of aviators." his words made Icarus' eyes shine and he sped up. 

Yang Dao was being chased by three people but at this time he had no time to pay attention to them. The five-kilometer sprint was too much for any of the three. They all sped up but did not start dancing and kept moving forward at a high speed. They all had trained themselves in unique ways and at this moment it was showing. 

In front of the three, Yang Dao rode with black sports sunglasses covering his eyes. When a person infuses source energy in their eyes. The pupil changes color. Last night when he was preparing for action he recalled the first meeting with Feng Yun. When she conjured the fire plume in her palm. Her eyes changed color. 

The event was going to be covered live almost the whole time they were on the road. Yang Dao just wanted to be safe so he wore the black sunglasses he bought from a shop inside the hotel. Sushi sat on the handlebar of his bike and said, "Master, those three people in the back are good." 

Yang Dao replied with a hum. He spoke in his mind, "Sushi, cast the air spike." 

The sylph immediately became energetic and said, "Yes, master."

She turned around while sitting on the handlebar and pointed at the front. A sharp gust broke out from her tiny hand like a needle. The needle flew through the void and after it flew to a distance it froze. The thing about this needle was that it made the air part. It was like Yang Dao riding with a Javelin in his hand. The pressure on the tip made the current go around him. 

The current going around him squeezed his body even further and faster. The three people behind him all were surprised when they felt a strong current against their faces. Yang Dao was cycling at a speed of forty-two kilometers per hour. This was still inside the city. The course was filled with a lot of turns and curves but the boy displayed his extreme cornering skill as his bike danced.

Soon, he came close to the sprint checkpoint, Icarus and the rest had always kept within a chase-able range. However, they were already starting to tire up. Today was the day they realized the horror of this young silent boy. It was like a ghost riding a bike in front of them. No matter how much effort they put in they could not come close to him. 

After Yang Dao had burst with the air needle. His speed had increased exponentially. The three could not keep up. The distance between was too much. Yang Dao also did not intend to go easy and with no care, in his heart, the boy crossed the finish line. 

The commentators announced the result and they also announced that the boy was not riding his high-end bike but a common ride. The supporters cheered for him however, the critics said that who knows if he used some means and totally random nonsense was spewed out. 

...

A big news TV channel, that was covering the event, at this moment held a live broadcast with a side-by-side event broadcast. 

A beautiful news presenter spoke while looking at the camera in front of her, "Hello, ladies and gentlemen. We apologize for the abrupt interference on our side. A lot of rumors have been following the top-ranking participant, Feng Yang Dao, in the cycling Inter University tournament. The first big controversy was regarding his high-end bike."

She told the people about what was the rumor, then Yang Dao's identity and his deeds of charity. Then she said, "To clear off these stains on his image, Markus Hanabi, known god of designing came forward. To those who are unaware, Markus Hanabi is the designer of the bike called 'Silence' that Feng Yang Dao used in the earlier part of the race."

Then the camera panned and a long-haired man came in view. The face was average but the eyes of the person were extremely sharp. He had golden locks on his head. The man was middle-aged.  The man nodded to the presenter and said, "Hello, thank you for allowing me to be here." 

The presenter asked with a polite smile, "So, Mr. Markus, what do you want to say to the people, regarding this matter?"

Markus Hanabi spoke in a deep voice, "The bike in question is the one I designed. It may look like that it can change a person into a racing beast but that is just the misconception of some free-willed fools. 

My designs, although give you a boost but the limitations always exist. Do you think if it was so easy to use that bike, then the top racer, Iglesias would have stayed behind? That bike is a tool of precision. You need precise speeds to change gears, a constant speed to make the suction cups work properly. On top of that, the frame design limits the dancing. 

You see those groves, they cancel all sound emitting from the bike but the greater the speed the greater the air wall you face. But some fools just had to comment and throw mud around. Feng Yun is a name the whole world knows, if she buys something for her brother, then what is wrong with it? Feng Yang Dao is sixteen years and some months, but the guy is doing nationwide charity. Shame on you for looking down on him."

Markus Hanabi, as the rumors said, was quite an intense man and his acidic reply made a lot of people reflect upon themselves in shame.