I'm a part-time killer during the summer vacation, you let me participate in the Olympics

Chapter 143 The new king is crowned, looking back at the moon!
When the starting gun sounded, eight athletes rushed down the 100-meter track like arrows. This was a glorious moment for the 100-meter race!

The commentator's voice was excited and nervous: "Wang Xiaoming's reaction was good, and Corley and Jacobs' reactions were not slow either. They all got to the front of the race and gained a certain advantage! Wang Xiaoming's progress was too fast, and he pulled far away from the other athletes. Let's see if he can keep up to the finish line?"

Lyles and Thompson, who were behind, were chasing with all their might while secretly observing Wang Xiaoming.

Based on their own experience, they roughly estimated that the first 60 meters of this shooting champion Xiao Ming should break 6.30s.

When they saw Wang Xiaoming's actions, their eyes lit up.

Thompson thought: I was wondering, how come the movements never change! How can a normal person bear such a fast run! It turns out that it’s not that the movement doesn’t change, but that the time has not come yet! Over the years, only the alien Bolt has achieved the fastest front and back runs.

Even after Su Shen ran an amazing 6.29s, he was completely stiff in the latter part and couldn't maintain his speed.

The two quickened their pace, trying to take the opportunity to catch up.

Wang Xiaoming's movements really became stiff. The commentator couldn't help but exclaimed: "Ouch! It looks bad. Wang Xiaoming's posture has become a little stiff and is about to be deformed. If this continues, the result will be hard to predict. Otherwise, the championship will definitely be his! Let's see if he can adjust. Lyles and Thompson are chasing him relentlessly from behind. Can he catch up?"

Listening to the sound of spikes coming from behind, Wang Xiaoming clenched his teeth, veins bulged, and his face turned from a gentle boy into a ferocious one.

"Persist, you must persist!" At the critical moment, he stimulated his potential, accelerated a second time, adjusted his posture that was about to become stiff, and became perfectly ergonomic again! Not only did it not completely collapse in the later stage as his opponent thought, but it was still accelerating, and accelerating continuously!
The wind kept blowing past his ears, and with the help of the wind, he became faster and faster. His legs even left afterimages, and it was impossible to tell how fast he was running!
This is the power of relaxed running. Except for the head, the whole body becomes relaxed and the strength required is also decreasing. He feels his steps become lighter but his speed is getting faster and faster.

The commentator shouted excitedly again: "What's going on? Wang Xiaoming actually adjusted his posture? He even accelerated a second time? Let's see if he can maintain it in the end!"

Bolt, who was sitting in the spectator seats, stood up again in shock.

Can Wang Xiaoming accelerate a second time?
This doesn't go against scientific common sense. His movements have clearly become stiff, so how can he be saved?
It was unbelievable! Such a genius could appear in an oriental country. Seeing Wang Xiaoming pull away from the opponent, while the people behind him could not get close, Bolt could almost be said to be dead.

After all, both Lyles and Thompson were strong. According to his guess, they could both achieve a score of at least 9.80 seconds. Adding on the inspiration from Wang Xiaoming, their scores might have reached 9.7 or so, which could be easily estimated based on the distance.

This time, Wang Xiaoming might really break the 100-meter record! Before, he had treated this sentence as a joke and didn't take it seriously. Now, Wang Xiaoming was going to surprise him?
At the same time, Xie Zhengye patted Su Shen's shoulder and said excitedly: "I am not wrong, I believe that Wang Xiaoming will never let us down. Moreover, he is not a person who likes to brag. He will definitely do what he says! You don't think highly of him, but he always wants to slap the faces of those who don't think highly of him!"

Su Shen didn't even turn his head, staring at the track, "When did I say Wang Xiaoming was no longer capable? However, I really want Wang Xiaoming to slap me in the face, a 100-meter gold medal, even if I have to be slapped in the face ten times, I'm willing! I've been running for so many years, but I still can't win a medal in the world competition. With such an outstanding young generation, I can retire with peace of mind!"

The athletes behind Wang Xiaoming were all delighted when they saw Wang Xiaoming running stiffly, as this undoubtedly gave them an extra chance to compete for a medal.

However, they soon saw that Wang Xiaoming was able to adjust his stiff running posture on his own, which made them wonder if they had seen it wrong!
Thompson and Lyles both froze in their tracks and hurried over.

They knew in their hearts that it was useless to think about anything now. Failure might be because God did not favor them. Now, there was no hope of competing for the gold medal. The only thing they could fight for was a silver medal. They could not give up this silver medal! The two glanced at each other and saw the burning fighting spirit in their eyes!
Wang Xiaoming's step frequency and stride have reached a relatively stable state, his body posture remains stable, his leg movements continue to maintain the rhythm of raising high, kicking quickly, and pressing down quickly, and the swing amplitude of his arms has increased to maintain his body's balance and forward momentum.

Soon, we were approaching the finish line.

However, Wang Xiaoming did not cross the line.

He was very confident in his performance of this shot, and the record was meant to be broken by future generations!
And he wants to emulate Bolt and break the world record held by Bolt by releasing water in the French Stadium!

Just like Bolt back then, as soon as he was born, he was able to break records while looking back at the moon and patting his chest, and was regarded as a classic in the history of track and field by countless people!

Wang Xiaoming looked back at the moon, pointed his right hand to the sky, and made a 1, representing number one in the world!

Seeing how intense the game was, the spectators on the sidelines started shouting and cheering. The whole stadium became extremely lively, and everyone was waiting for the new king to be crowned!

The commentator's voice was full of shock at this moment, and he almost broke his voice: "Wang Xiaoming crossed the line... Wait, he didn't cross the line?"

"His posture is just like Bolt's! He crossed the finish line with the classic posture of looking back at the moon. It's really incredible! Everyone is looking forward to it and wants to know what the final score will be!!"

"Usain Bolt once broke the world record with this pose. Now, the same pose is repeated at this moment. It seems like the reincarnation of fate, and also like a tribute across time and space!"

"How can this not make people's blood boil?"

"You know, the legendary Bolt is here right now! Let's hold our breath and see if this final result can make Bolt stand up and cheer for this rising star!"

Wang Xiaoming took light steps and slowly crossed the finish line. He stood there with an upright posture and looked up at the results display screen.

Behind him, seven other top 100-meter athletes from all over the world had complicated expressions on their faces, with shock, reluctance and admiration mixed in their eyes.

They never expected that the yellow man in front of them would leave them far behind and cross the finish line with an almost "letting go" relaxed attitude, far ahead.

In an instant, the results appeared on the screen and the scene was instantly ignited. The audience was in high spirits. They hugged each other, cheered and celebrated, and the waves of noise were getting louder and louder.

(End of this chapter)