Kings of the Game: Getting Back to the Game, Beginning with the NBA

Chapter 199 Ten Seconds Worth Two Thousand Words

After all, it is the [-]-meter final of the World Championships.

Compared with ordinary finals, at least 10 minutes more time is spent on pre-match preparations.

Therefore, athletes must also maintain their focus while continuing to be excited!

"On your marks!"

"Set..."

The attention of the eight contestants was high, for fear of missing the gunshots at the start.

At this moment, time seems to freeze.

Even if the time interval is only a mere second.

In the athlete's perception, it seems extremely long.

Everyone's muscles are already tensed.

Always ready to bring out your strongest explosive power.

The next moment, gunshots rang out.

"Snapped!"

The eight players started at the same time, pushing forward bravely with their center of gravity pressed.

And Liu Ming and Coleman were obviously the two who started the fastest.

From the start reaction timetable listed on the giant screen at the scene, the audience can clearly see.

Even Su Feiren, known as the king in the first half of the [-] meters, was a little slower than them.

This scene fell into the eyes of the audience, and they all took a breath of air.

"The starting reactions of Fantastic Liu and Coleman are amazing!"

"It looks like the two of them are going to fight for their lives from the moment they fire their guns!"

"Same taste, different formula! This scene reminds me of the 17-meter race between Bolt and Coleman in the 90-meter final in London in [-]."

After ten meters, the gap between the players did not widen.

At this time, the starting explosive power is often almost exhausted.

It's time to test the acceleration ability of the school athletes.

"Liu Ming, not bad! He's accelerating!"

Amidst the hoarse roar of Mr. Yang, who was explaining the game live, Liu Ming activated the [King of Sprint] to quickly increase his speed to the extreme.

Coleman, on the other hand, is a typical power-based running style, relying purely on his body's explosive power to push forward without thinking, but his excellent physical fitness makes his body position not at all inferior.

Just after 20 meters, Liu Ming and Coleman obviously had a tendency to stand out.

It even seemed that the speed of Su Feiren and De Grasse was a little slow...

If it's Gatling, the audience is more or less understandable.

After all, thousand-year-old silver coins are best at accumulating energy for the future and working hard for the future.

But the future of Su Feiren and De Grasse is definitely the best in the world.

So, is there a top among the top?
In the blink of an eye, the athlete has already run 30 meters.

The leading positions of Liu Ming and Coleman are already very obvious.

De Grasse of the Canadian team tried his best to follow, and he even felt that he could fly.

But it still couldn't keep up with the speed of Liu Ming and Coleman.

"I can't follow, whoever follows will die!"

The wind resistance of high-speed running hit his face, and De Grasse immediately began to adjust.

Also at this time.

However, he found a yellow man in a red sportswear on the left hand road, overtaking at high speed!
"No, it's Hua Xiasu from the Fifth Path!"

Degrasse was taken aback.

He thought he could not keep up with Liu Ming and Coleman, but at least he could compete for a bronze medal.

But it is obvious that Su Feiren is using practical actions to crush his unrealistic fantasies.

"Impossible, how can the yellow race have such a good acceleration ability?"

The thought had just flashed through Degrasse's mind.

The next moment, out of the corner of his eye, he could only catch the afterimage of the red battle suit.

"Su Fei is coming up! 60 meters ahead, keep accelerating!"

"Liu Ming, take the lead! A very clear lead!"

Teacher Yang's voice became a little hoarse.

Because not only Liu Ming is leading, but also Coleman.

At 60 meters, Liu Ming and Coleman have achieved a crushing advantage.

But the two are almost neck and neck.

"Liu Ming and Coleman, they are so fast! Their speed is much faster than the others!"

"Liu Ming should be faster, he seems to be ahead!"

"No, Coleman is faster!"

70 meters, the third Su Feiren was already far behind them.

And Gatlin seems to have lost hope.

Everyone watching the battle now has a premonition.

The final champion will be produced between Liu Ming and Coleman.

……

"Liu Ming, so strong!"

In the past two years, Coleman has always hoped to defeat Liu Ming once in the arena.

But what he hoped to defeat was not Liu Ming who was in poor condition.

It was Liu Ming at the peak of his physical strength.

Otherwise, he will feel that he has no martial arts virtues and that he cannot win by martial arts.

But in the next second, Coleman suddenly realized that even in the face of Liu Ming, who was not at the peak of physical strength, he had to work hard!
Because, vaguely, Liu Ming has surpassed half of his stature.

He, Coleman...

Actually behind!
"Liu Ming, beyond Coleman, we are number one!"

Before Teacher Yang finished speaking, Coleman stubbornly caught up with Liu Ming.

"Coleman!"

"The final sprint?"

"He surpassed it!"

As everyone exclaimed, Coleman was actually one-third ahead of Liu Ming.

At this point, the race has passed 80 meters.

"This grandson thief!"

Liu Ming glanced at Coleman out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly became angry.

He clearly felt that Coleman was desperate!
This extreme running method is a great drain on Coleman's body.

But the result is definitely more than 9 seconds 8 level.

Maybe it will break into 9 seconds 7!
At the same time, red and blue bars rising and falling appeared in Liu Ming's mind.

The intensity of competition has improved his competitive state, but it is constantly consuming his physical strength.

Although there was a gap between the two battles, he relied on [King of Stamina] to recover some of his stamina.

At this time, after running 80 meters, the physical value is less than 20!
"To lose?"

As soon as the idea came up, Liu Ming's heart tightened immediately.

He knew he could never lose this game.

The obsession not to advance one's life.

Mainly the men's [-] meters is his main event.

If the main event encounters Waterloo, his plan to earn skill points in multiple events will inevitably encounter greater resistance!
The 85-meter race is changing rapidly. At this moment, the race schedule is already [-] meters. In case Coleman tries to get injured, he has to deal with himself.

If you can't win the [-]-meter championship, you will lose a lot!

"Damn it, stud!!!"

Thinking of this, Liu Ming chose [King of Power Storage] without hesitation.

Consume 10 points of stamina at one time, and focus on one point of explosion.

For a second of Superman BUFF, give labor and management a rush!
"I won!"

There was a gleam in Coleman's eyes.

He felt that he was about to surpass Liu Ming.

Because he already clearly felt that Liu Ming was losing his strength.

But the next step.

Like a god possessed by a god, Liu Ming instantly narrowed the gap between the two.

Another step.

Coleman's advantage of one-third of the body has disappeared.

It took a step.

Coleman started to fall behind...

"Liu Ming is coming up!"

"Suddenly accelerated!"

"It's time to cross the line!"

At this time, the two had already run 90 meters, and Liu Ming led Coleman again.

And in Coleman's eyes, it seems that this section is from 85 meters to 90 meters.

Every time he takes a step forward, Liu Ming will be a little bit ahead.

From the beginning when the two were neck and neck, Liu Ming led by a quarter, half, and three quarters.

When there were five meters left before the finish line, Liu Ming was already a full body ahead of him.

Coleman gritted his teeth.

He chased desperately.

He gave it his all.

But the gap between the two is still growing uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards, Coleman found that his pace had froze again.

After shopping with Bolt in 17 years, the second run was rigid!
"It's over!"

"I lost!"

"Liu Ming is so much faster than me when he consumes a lot of physical energy!"

At this time, Coleman, who had no choice but to slow down, felt as if he had knocked over a five-flavored bottle.

(End of this chapter)