God of Sprint

Chapter 702 Who in the world deserves the white clothes!

After all eight flying men made their appearances, they came to their own tracks and began to warm up.

"Good! All the contestants have been introduced."

"Let me ask Yifei, who do you think will be the champion?"

Liu Yifei blurted out without thinking, "Zhao Yun!"

"Are you so sure?" Yang Jian said with a smile.

Liu Yifei smiled and responded to Yang Jian, "Of course, Zhao Yun will definitely win the championship."

"Yes! Zhao Yun is your idol, so you will definitely rank Zhao Yun first. Let me put it another way. Who do you think will be the runner-up?"

Liu Yifei also gave the answer without hesitation, "Su Bingtian or Xie Zhenye!"

After listening to this, Liu Yangyu laughed out loud, "I realized that you not only gave the runner-up candidate, but directly gave the top three candidates!"

"There's nothing I can do. They are all members of the Flower Farm family. I will definitely support them!" Liu Yifei said, shaking her head.

"Then have you ever considered Bolt, Blake, or Gatlin? You know, Bolt has won two consecutive Olympic titles and is a god in the hearts of countless track and field fans! Blake and Gatlin are also among the five tigers of the world track and field!"

Liu Yifei gave her answer concisely, "It used to be!"

Yang Jian and Liu Yangyu were also stunned after hearing this. They both thought, "Are you so confident in Zhao Yun?"

Liu Yifei continued, "Maybe there will be no more gods after this competition. Or if there is a god, it may not be him."

In order to prevent Liu Yifei from being hit by public opinion, Yang Jian quickly changed the subject and said, "This time, among the three contestants from our Flower Growers, Zhao Yun is in lane 5. It is understandable that he is in this lane given his achievements and status. However, Su Bingtian and Xie Zhenye were assigned to lanes 8 and 9. Coach Liu, what do you think of this?"

Liu Yangyu said with empathy, "Based on their performance in the semi-finals, Su Bingtian and Xie Zhenye were both the top runners in the semi-finals, so they should have been assigned a good position. As you all know, I was once assigned to the ninth lane. Everyone knows the reasons behind this. It is because our country's sprinting is too weak, and they think we can't win medals or break records. The Olympic Games are a stage that needs records, so that the country's influence can be known to people..."

Liu Yangyu wanted to elaborate, but Yang Jian interrupted him. If he continued to talk about this, it would become a political incident and his career might be coming to an end. "Okay! We see that the players in the arena are actively warming up."

Zhao Yun in the field was wrapped in a white sportswear, which seemed to be tailor-made for him, perfectly outlining his explosive body lines.

His muscles are clearly defined, and every muscle is full of strength, as if they were as hard as steel that has been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations.

His chest is broad and solid, his abdomen is flat and strong, his arms and legs are even stronger, and he has endless explosive power. There is no extra fat on his body, only tight muscles and strong strength. His body proportions are perfect.

The referee signaled the athletes to get ready!

"Dear audience, the 100-meter sprint battle is about to begin!"

“This is a challenge to the limits of human speed!”

“It’s going to be a thrilling show!”

“The eight people on the field are the eight fastest runners in the world today.”

"Please hold your breath and enjoy this visual feast of just ten seconds!"

"Will Bolt continue to be a god, or will a new king ascend the throne?"

"The winner will be revealed soon!"

bend over!

Hold the ground!

Get on the starting blocks!

The bright red flag fluttered on his chest, as if trying to break free from its restraints.

Zhao Yun tilted his head and glanced at Bolt on his right. The two-year agreement had expired.

We once said that we will meet at the top of the Olympics! This moment is finally coming!

Zhao Yun looked straight ahead with a cold expression in his eyes.

A feeling came up that rushed straight to the soul - supreme selflessness!

Zhao Yun has entered the real zone state!

on your marks!

set!

Bang! The starting gun goes off!

"Game start!"

"Zhao Yun's reaction is very fast when he starts running!"

"Su Bingtian and Xie Zhenye are also very fast!"

"Su Bingtian in the ninth lane performed very well in the acceleration stage and is currently in first place. Zhao Yun is in second place, and Xie Zhenye is in third place!" Yang Jian's mouth was explaining like a machine gun.

“We have reached the mid-run stage!”

"Bolt is speeding up!"

"He's starting to speed up!"

"Zhao Yun surpassed Su Bingtian and ranked first!"

"The last fifty meters!"

"Su Bingtian is right behind Zhao Yun."

“Can we see a miracle?”

"The last thirty meters! Bolt is about to sprint!!"

"Hold it!"

Everyone knows Bolt's terrifying ability in the second half of the race. It is no exaggeration to say that he is like a horse stepping on a meteor.

All the audience members of "The Flower Planter" were nervous, because of the last three seconds.

Zhao Yun, who had entered the zone, could no longer hear the cheers and shouts of encouragement from outside, and all he could see was the white line at the finish line.

"Zhao Yun! Come on! Zhao Yun! Come on!" Although the audience's cheers were as surging as the tide, Zhao Yun's world was left with only the runway and the finish line.

Bolt was like a black lightning, closing the distance between him and Zhao Yun. His stride was long and fast, as if he was crossing the distance with every step. However, Zhao Yun was not to be outdone. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to fight with Bolt in the final battle.

"Twenty meters!" The commentator's voice trembled in the air, and the audience's hearts were in their throats.

Su Bingtian chased closely behind Zhao Yun, his eyes blazing with fire, as if to say: "I want to bring glory to the flower growers!"

"Ten meters!" The audience shouted in unison, the sound was deafening. Zhao Yun and Bolt were almost running side by side, the distance between them was so close that they could almost touch each other.

"Sprint!"

"come on!"

At this moment, Zhao Yun suddenly exerted his strength, and he rushed across the finish line in an instant like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins.

"Zhao Yun wins! Zhao Yun wins!"

"Champions! We are the champions!"

The commentator was so excited that he almost cried, and the audience was also boiling with excitement. They cheered and cheered for Zhao Yun's victory.

Su Bingtian followed closely behind and also crossed the finish line, his face filled with a satisfied smile. Although he did not win the championship, he knew that he had tried his best and won honor for the flower growers.

Bolt also crossed the finish line at the last moment, but he was already half a body length behind Su Bingtian.

The electronic screen next to it clearly showed Zhao Yun's result - 9 seconds.

"9 seconds, Zhao Yun ran 58 seconds. Tied the world record!"

"And the person who set the world record was right next to him. The two of them shared this historic honor!"

"Zhao Yun created a historic moment!"

Zhao Yun rushed out of the finish line, his white clothes soaked with sweat, with his hands pointing to the sky, looking heroic and majestic as he accepted the cheers and worship from the audience.

At this moment, Zhao Yun was like a victorious general!

Zhao Yun was extremely excited at this moment. He felt that his efforts had paid off, and all the sweat and hard work were worth it at this moment. His heart was filled with pride and satisfaction, but also with a hint of emotion. The cheers of the audience surged like a tide, and they waved their arms excitedly and shouted Zhao Yun's name. Some of the audience were even so excited that they burst into tears, and they were proud of Zhao Yun's victory.

Zhao Yun smiled and waved to the audience, thanking everyone who supported him. At this moment, he shared the joy of victory with the audience, and this feeling made him feel that all his efforts were worth it.

You must believe that a hundred years is not a dream, from now on the world is vast and free!

Except for your body covered with three thousand pieces of snow, who in the world is worthy of wearing white clothes!

"Every effort has paid off. All our hard work has paid off for this moment - this time, our flower-growing family has won the 100-meter Olympic championship!" Yang Jian shouted loudly.