Orc Undead Sports Warrior

In the afternoon's shot put final, the eight participating athletes took turns throwing the shot put according to their scores from the morning's preliminary rounds. After the first three throws, they threw three more shots in order of their scores from lowest to highest, and then the rankings were determined.

Lu Wei ranked 4th in the preliminary round and was the 5th to perform. The top three in the preliminary round were Wang Guangfu from Yucheng, Zhang Jun from Shanghai, and Liu Yang from Liaocheng.

The three were old acquaintances, and after meeting, they inevitably exchanged pleasantries.

"It seems that the top 3 today will be the same three of us again. Over the years, it's been the same three of us taking turns being the top three. It's so boring."

Wang Guangfu from Yucheng, who is speaking, has a best result of 20.12 meters. Although he cannot break Zhang Jun's record of 20.15 meters, his performance has been relatively stable in recent years, and he is slightly better than the other two.

“Yeah, what’s the point? God, give us an opponent…” Liu Yang continued Wang Guangfu’s words, and the two of them burst into laughter after he finished speaking.

Zhang Jun, the national record holder, remained relatively calm, only smiling slightly, though a hint of pride was evident on his face.

As he turned his head to the side, he saw a tall teammate looking at them with a disdainful expression, like a passerby watching an animal performance.

He noticed that the player's chest read "Ningcheng Team," and suddenly remembered that before the afternoon's match, Coach Sun had told him that there was a very talented player from Ningcheng in today's game, and he shouldn't underestimate him.

"When has Ningcheng ever produced a top-level shot put athlete? Coach Sun is overthinking it..." Thinking this, Zhang Jun met the challenge with a provocative look, showing no sign of backing down.

Lu Wei had been holding back his intimidating aura, but when someone dared to provoke him, he immediately unleashed his murderous intent without any restraint.

Zhang Jun was just an ordinary person, how could he withstand Lu Wei's piercing gaze filled with the aura of death? After meeting Lu Wei's gaze, his eyes immediately became panicked.

Seeing that the other side immediately backed down, Lu Wei felt even more contempt for the three people in front of him. At this moment, the team members and coaches who were still exchanging words suddenly felt incredibly oppressed, and the shot put field instantly fell silent.

Standing next to Lu Wei, Wang Qiao secretly admired him: "This kid is definitely not ordinary. He stunned the whole arena with just one move. It seems these guys are even more cowardly than me. No wonder Chinese men's shot put has no competitiveness abroad. The top-ranked athletes are all so timid, lacking any spirit or drive. What kind of sportsmanship is this..."

The competition began in this strange atmosphere. Of the first four competitors, only two achieved a distance of over 19 meters. Lu Wei stood out from the crowd, his physique and presence making him difficult to categorize as one of the others.

Most of the athletes participating in the competition were over 1.8 meters tall, but their body fat percentage was generally high, making them appear as lumps of flesh from a distance. Lu Wei, on the other hand, had a well-developed muscular physique, low body fat, and great strength, making him competitive in both track and field events.

Lu Wei walked to the throwing arc, cradling the shot put under his chin with his right hand. After taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, steadied himself on his left foot, and then took a second step, leaning his body forward. Using the momentum, he suddenly pushed the shot put away with his right hand.

This shot sent a chill down the spines of the three men who had been discussing their heroism over wine. The release point and trajectory of the shot were perfect. After the shot hit the ground, the referee measured the throw at the landing point. Everyone else waited for the referee to announce the score, but Zhang Jun suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He felt that his two-year national record was likely to be broken today.

Wang Qiao is also paying close attention to the results of this shot. So far, none of the athletes from Ningcheng have been competitive, and he hopes that Lu Wei can fire the first shot for the provincial team.

"Result valid, 20.52 meters!"

"What! So far!" Although Zhang Jun had a bad feeling beforehand, he still held onto a glimmer of hope. But after the referee announced Lu Wei's score, he still couldn't accept this reality.

"Great job! We've secured our World Championships qualification!" Wang Qiao exclaimed excitedly. The qualifying distance for the shot put at the World Championships in August was 20.5 meters, and Lu Wei had unexpectedly secured his spot on his first throw. Wang Qiao was both surprised and delighted; this was the first athlete he had trained to make it to the World Championships.

Lu Wei's expression didn't change much. In his eyes, the first throw was just a warm-up, a chance to get a result first. He didn't actually put his full strength into this throw; he was just getting a feel for the throw.

Affected by Lu Wei's first throw, the three players who had previously been comfortable in domestic competitions all performed poorly in their first throws. Liu Yang's first throw was 19.2 meters, Zhang Jun was depressed because his record was broken by Lu Wei, and his first throw was only 18.64 meters. Wang Guangfu exerted too much force and accidentally went out of the throwing area, so his first throw was a foul and had no result.

"Hello everyone, I have some great news to share. In the shot put competition just now, Lu Wei from Ningcheng threw 20.52 meters on his first attempt in the final, breaking the national record and securing a spot for China at the Osaka World Championships. Congratulations to Lu Wei! The competition is still ongoing, and we'll have to wait and see if he brings us any more surprises."

Wang Qiao was beaming with joy on the sidelines when someone patted him on the shoulder. Turning around, he saw it was none other than his former coach, Coach Jiang, from his days as an athlete: "Congratulations! I think Lu Wei's victory in this match is a foregone conclusion. After so many years of hard work, you've finally made it. I'm so happy for you!"

"Coach Jiang, it's all thanks to you that he was discovered. Without you, I would never have been able to unearth his talent. This is your moment of glory." Wang Qiao's feelings were complicated at this moment. He had worked at the grassroots level for many years and thought that he would never have the opportunity to appear on a major stage again in his life. He never expected that fate would give him this precious gift at this moment.

In subsequent competitions, Lu Wei improved his performance almost every time he appeared. As Lu Wei continued to break national records, the stadium broadcast the good news of his record-breaking achievements. Every time a result was announced live, applause and cheers would erupt from the audience.

The men's shot put competition, which is usually not a focus of attention, suddenly became the focus of the competition.

As Lu Wei completed his final throw, his score settled at 21.07 meters. The previous record holder, Zhang Jun, was now ashen-faced. Every time Lu Wei broke the national record, it felt like a sword was piercing his heart. In this competition, he was like a walking corpse, failing to achieve his training level in any of his throws.

Lu Wei didn't even glance at Zhang Jun again. In his eyes, an athlete with weak mental fortitude was like a cowardly warrior who would be buried by dust before his teammates could even remember his name.