Orc Undead Sports Warrior

After the competition, Lu Wei rested his hand on his knee, looked at the electronic screen, and waited for his score.

He didn't have much trouble running this round; he followed Merritt for the first half of the race, and only overtook his opponent in the second half.

Merritt, however, looked displeased, his expression revealing a hint of resentment. In his pre-race impression, Lu Wei had likely hit a plateau in the 400 meters, then switched events and found his rhythm in the 100 meters.

Originally, I was gloating that no matter how well Lu Wei ran, he would only get second place in the 100-meter final. Judging from the results, it was useless and he still couldn't win the championship.

The results are in: Lu Wei's time is 43.91 seconds, making him the only athlete in today's semifinals to break the 44-second barrier. This result made Merritt a little unhappy. Why push yourself so hard in the semifinals? It almost cost him his life.

Unexpectedly, this guy went all out in the semifinals. In his memory, Lu Wei's best result was like this.

Merritt walked up to Lu Wei, patted him on the shoulder as a greeting, and then turned and walked toward the athletes' tunnel without even looking at Lu Wei's face.

Facing an opponent like Lu Wei in the competition was the most frustrating for him; if he wanted to win, he had to go all out. However, there was really no need to fight so hard in the semi-finals; giving up first place at the last moment was very unpleasant.

Since Lu Wei has hardly participated in the 400m in international competitions this year, Merritt can only live in his own world based on his past memories.

When gods fight, others end up benefiting.

The happiest people in this group were Briton Ronnie and Sweden's Weissman. They were grouped with the two big names in front of them. Before the competition, both of them were very depressed. Unexpectedly, after the three groups finished their competitions, their times were around 44.60 seconds, and they both qualified for the final.

Both of them happily shook hands with the other team members, never expecting to have the opportunity to participate in the finals.

After seeing the results, Lu Wei turned around and walked back to the athletes' area, almost walking back amidst the cheers of the entire audience.

"Not bad! Look how angry you made that black guy!"

Zhang Yuanteng walked up and shook hands with Lu Wei, then looked in Merritt's direction, where the other was still sullenly talking to his teammates.

"What's there to be unhappy about? That's how competitions are. If you have the ability, you win; if you don't, don't throw a tantrum!"

Lu Wei didn't glance at Merritt once from beginning to end; he always thought the guy was pretentious.

After the men's 400m semifinals, there were still the women's 400m, 100m hurdles and men's 1500m finals, but the atmosphere of thunderous cheers that Lu Wei had during his races was nowhere to be seen.

There were no events scheduled for the morning of August 20th. For the Chinese Athletics Team, the main events in the evening were the women's hammer throw final and the men's 110m hurdles semifinals.

Zhang Wenxiu, aiming for the championship, led in the first four shots, but unexpectedly, she was overtaken by Belarusian player Miankova and Cuban player Moreno in her last two shots, and could only regretfully win a bronze medal.

In the 110-meter hurdles semi-final, Liu Feiren could only run at his own pace and finished fourth in his group with a time of 13.35 seconds, finally making it into the final.

For everyone, as long as Liu is still on the field, that's enough. As for the results, we really can't demand anything at this point.

However, Feng Yong and Yu Wei have returned to their smoking habits. With only four days left in the ten-day competition, the total number of gold medals for the Chinese track and field team is still embarrassingly low.

At this Olympics, the Chinese delegation is about to reach 40 gold medals, far surpassing the United States. However, the track and field team only has a paltry one gold medal, which is not only lower than the number of gold medals in swimming, but also less than many other events.

"Sigh, maybe I should talk to the leaders and ask them to let me be the head coach of the swimming team. At least it would save face, haha!"

On the way back after the match, Feng Yong joked with Yu Wei.

"Alright, I think it's fine for you to be on the track and field team. You'll definitely win more gold medals in the upcoming competitions. If you were on the swimming team, try losing a gold medal in the diving competition and you'd be used as a negative example in meetings, big and small, for at least a year."

Yu Wei knew Feng Yong was joking with him, but he answered very seriously.

"I met with Director Liu today and briefly inquired about the progress of the remaining competitions. He wasn't too demanding about the results. I estimate that without Lu Wei, we would definitely be going to have zero gold medals at the Olympics. Just thinking about that outcome makes me gasp!"

Feng Yong lamented that in recent years, the track and field team has become accustomed to having one talented athlete carry the team's gold medal target in world competitions.

"Yeah, we used to rely on Liu Yangyu, and now Lu Wei has come along. We thought things would improve a bit, but... sigh, these things don't always go as planned. But that's normal. Competitive sports rely on star athletes to achieve results, and it's inevitable that injuries will affect their performance."

“I checked the schedule, and Lu Wei has a lot of competitions tomorrow. He has to participate in the javelin qualifying round in the morning, and in the evening he has to participate in the 4x100m preliminaries and the 400m final. I've noticed that he's been very busy these past few days. While others only compete once or twice, he competes almost once or twice a day. Including today, he's only had two days of rest. Let's make some arrangements for tomorrow and ask everyone to pay more attention to his logistical support.”

After listening to Yu Wei's words, Feng Yong quickly gave instructions. Now that Lu Wei has become the team's hope for winning medals and even aiming for gold, resources will definitely be tilted towards him.

After all, without any achievements, it will be difficult to explain to the higher-ups after the Olympics. It will also be difficult to ask for resources in the future.

Yu Wei immediately called his secretary and instructed him to convey Feng Yong's instructions and ensure that the task was completed with high quality and quantity.

The men's sprint relay team was both nervous and excited. None of the five members had Olympic experience. With the competition starting tomorrow, everyone looked eager to get started.

Shen Liang and Zhang Yuanteng at least participated in individual events, while Hu Huo has been a spectator for six days since the start of the Olympics. As an athlete, he has yet to experience the atmosphere of a competition.

He was like a spectator, sitting quietly in the stands watching the games for six days.

For him, the most important matches were in the last few days. Watching his teammates fight hard on the field while he acted like nothing was going on was truly agonizing.

He looked forward to the competition every day, but was also afraid of the moment when it actually came. This kind of mentality was very contradictory, but humans are inherently contradictory creatures.

He thought he was the only one who thought this way, but after talking with Zhang Yuanteng and Shen Liang, he found that they felt the same way.

Although they still have individual events to compete in, they are well aware that the relay race is their only hope of winning a medal.

The real test is coming.