Chapter 550: Champion Challenges Champion 3

Chapter 550: Champion Challenges Champion 3

This qualitative change in the five senses was not, strictly speaking, about the senses themselves—not about seeing farther, hearing more clearly, smelling more finely, feeling more keenly, or tasting more nuances, nor was it about exaggerated supernatural powers like perceiving more primary colors or understanding the voices of all things. Rather, it was a very real and precise fusion of the five senses with accuracy. Put more simply, it was—locking on.

Whether hearing, listening, smelling, tasting, or touching, everything became more precise, to the point of "locking on," able to pick out the specific color, sound, scent, flavor, or texture from a chaotic mix of distractions.

Most people possessed this ability to some degree, and Meng Fan had it before, but never as vividly as now—so vivid that it felt like there was an interface before him, allowing him to select with ease and speed.

For instance, if hundreds of beads of various colors, sizes, and shapes were tossed into a pool and thoroughly stirred, Meng Fan could pick out any specified bead within an extreme time limit.

Or, if hundreds of perfumes were placed in a room, their bottles opened to release their scents, and before entering, Meng Fan smelled just one bottle—itself a complex blend—he could then step into that fragrant chaos, find the identical scent, and trace it back to the bottle.

Again, if a hundred or more people were reciting poetry, singing, or making noise together, Meng Fan could identify the owner of a pre-recorded voice among them.

Or, if there were a hundred or more women with long, wavy hair, and Meng Fan, blindfolded, touched one of them, then had everyone shuffle positions, he could still pick out that same hair texture by feel.

And so on.

On the surface, the five senses seemed to have little to do with precision in throwing, shooting, or striking. Yet after all three precision attributes reached 20 points, the five senses underwent this dramatic shift. At first, Meng Fan was astonished, even vaguely hopeful—a fleeting illusion that the system was leading him into cultivation or a fantasy world. But upon reflection and summing up his later experiences, it seemed to make sense after all.

For example, when Meng Fan first gained throwing precision and hurled a shot put, he could control the distance difference to within centimeters within his ability range. Such precision inherently encompassed the refined training of sight and touch—controlling visible distance and the weight felt through touch.

The connection between hearing and throwing, shooting, and striking was easy to grasp.

As for smell and taste, they were truly mysterious. With his shallow scientific knowledge, Meng Fan found it hard to trace their scientific link to the three types of precision. He only knew that smell was a distant sense and taste a near one, working closely together, and that air humidity and atmospheric pressure affected both. Beyond that, their combined function could still aid in locking onto a target.

As for Meng Fan’s metaphysical interpretations, they were numerous and far-fetched. But later, when he confirmed that the change in his senses had little to do with the supernatural, he stopped dwelling on it, afraid of losing his mind.

In short, this transformation in his five senses, from a certain perspective, opened the door to a whole new world for Meng Fan. The enhanced senses let him perceive a reality vastly different from before.

Of course, for his athletic abilities, it also brought a qualitative leap.

This change first manifested in golf. During the recording, Meng Fan, who had never touched a golf club before and had only hastily practiced a few swings, barely understanding the clubs and rules from the athletes’ commentary, displayed astonishing prowess.

The most direct result of the three precision attributes fusing with the five senses and causing a qualitative shift—a perfect birdie rate.

What is a birdie?

A standard golf course has 18 holes, consisting of par-3, par-4, and par-5 holes. Most courses, including this Asian Games one, have 4 par-3s, 10 par-4s, and 4 par-5s.

Par-3, par-4, and par-5 refer to the standard number of strokes. Completing a hole in that number is called par.

The total par for 18 holes is 72 strokes.

One stroke under par is a birdie.

For example, a par-3 hole completed in two strokes is a birdie—one stroke to reach the green, one putt into the hole.

What does a perfect birdie rate mean?

It means that over 18 holes, you’d need only 72 minus 18, or 54 strokes.

Fifty-four strokes—that already surpasses the world record.

The world record for 18 holes is 55 strokes.

And that’s not all.

Strictly speaking, Meng Fan’s perfect birdie rate was imprecisely described. More accurately, it was a perfect at-least-birdie rate, because there were also eagles (two under par) and albatrosses (three under par).

On the second hole, a par-3, Meng Fan scored an eagle—two under par, naturally a hole-in-one. From 155 yards (over 141 meters), he swung once, the ball landed on the green, rolled perfectly, and slowly dropped into the hole.

Then, on the next par-3, he scored another hole-in-one. Two consecutive holes-in-one—even in a formal competition, that would make history.

Later, on a par-4, he achieved another hole-in-one. Over the full 18 holes, he had three holes-in-one.

Adding in other eagles and albatrosses, his final score for 18 holes was 48 strokes—seven strokes better than the world record.

And it was his first time playing!

Of course, besides his maxed-out striking precision and the qualitative change in his senses, another factor might have been his [Lucky] attribute.

When the golf segment was filmed, even the photographers and crew, who knew little about golf and didn’t fully grasp the data, were stunned. The sight was too overwhelming—hole after hole in one stroke, as if golf were being played like billiards!

As for the athletes familiar with the course and training, and the project’s star, golf’s first lady Feng Shanshan, words failed them. It was no exaggeration to say that during Meng Fan’s 18 holes, the number of times players, near and far, bowed or made worshipful gestures toward him exceeded a hundred.

Inhuman!

The head coach of the Chinese golf team and the coaching staff, by the time a third of the 18 holes were done, were already looking at Meng Fan with strange eyes. By the end, their gazes could only be described as fanatical. They started discussing golf tournaments, prize money, and endorsement deals with him—their intentions all too clear.

With a score like Meng Fan’s, he wouldn’t need a tour or a major; a single official match would make him the god of golf.

Meng Fan didn’t outright refuse. He agreed to play exhibition or charity matches in the future, but ruled out professional competitions. After all, he had already maxed out [I Am Champion] and had no further need for titles. He also had no intention of taking up a new sport. With his current abilities, he could excel at anything, but that would leave him no time for himself.

(End of chapter)