Orc Undead Sports Warrior

Lu Wei didn't take the other players seriously on the field, and coincidentally, there was another player with the same mentality. The difference was that Lu Wei didn't bother to pay attention to others, so it wasn't obvious, but this player showed this mentality in his actions.

As he prepared to step onto the track, Tan Tianhao deliberately took out his gold chain from his clothes and swung it back and forth in front of the track. He was clearly imitating sprinter Maurice Green, but ignoring everyone else required real skill.

Standing in lane 4, Lu Wei wore a contemptuous smile. He realized that this world was never short of clowns. Tan Tianhao's every move in lane 6 was under his watchful eye.

"On your marks!" With the referee's command, all eight team members stood at the starting line and prepared for the start.

"Ready... Bang!" The referee fired the starting pistol, and Lu Wei quickly pushed off the ground and started running. In the first corner, Lu Wei tried to maintain a crouched posture, a technique that Wang Qiao had specifically instructed him to use during the two months of intensive training. Straightening up too soon after the start would not only hinder reaching top speed quickly but would also unnecessarily increase the resistance.

As the curve neared its end, Lu Wei had closed in on the runner in lane 5. Because of the close proximity, he carefully observed the runner's starting motion. The prone, lunging start is very common among professional runners; perhaps due to excessive tension, this runner instinctively straightened up after less than 30 meters.

Comparing runners in adjacent lanes, the difference in starting performance is immediately apparent; those who have undergone special training clearly have different results.

As he approached the straightaway, Lu Wei used the centrifugal force of the curve to slowly lift his body, a very good combination of start and acceleration in the curve.

"Coach Wang, it seems Lu Wei's starting technique has improved a lot recently! He's faster than most of the team members after just one bend." After watching Lu Wei's first 100 meters, Coach Jiang had even higher expectations for Lu Wei's performance in this competition.

"I'll feel more at ease once we secure a spot in the next round. The Guangdong team member in lane 6 also has a strong start. Judging from his previous performance, he should be on par with Lu Wei."

Wang Qiao's gaze never left the track as he spoke, and once on the straightaway, Tan Tianhao's momentum made it seem like he was running the 200 meters. He showed no intention of conserving energy, and Lu Wei could somewhat understand his intention at this point.

As the biggest favorites to win this competition, Zhang Huadong and Zhu Chenbin established an early advantage and maintained a long lead in the final moments.

Judging from his pre-match demeanor, he seems determined to be second to none. He definitely wants to maintain the momentum of the favorites to win the championship.

"Hehe, the more you want it, the less I'll let you have it!" After this slightly wicked thought came to mind, Lu Wei was suddenly filled with energy.

In the final 30 meters, Lu Wei began to accelerate, narrowing the gap between the two players by more than 1 meter on the straightaway.

"Wow, that strong guy is amazing! He's about to unleash his power!"

The girls behind Wang Qiao and Coach Jiang saw this scene and immediately screamed.

"This guy couldn't resist and started accelerating before the race was even 200 meters in!" Wang Qiao shook his head helplessly.

"Haha, saying it a thousand times is not as effective as him trying it once. Let's wait and see his performance!" If it weren't for Lu Wei's appearance, Coach Jiang probably wouldn't have had so many expectations for today's 400-meter race.

He himself couldn't understand why an athlete whose performance wasn't particularly outstanding could arouse such great interest in him; perhaps his potential was what he cared about most.

As he entered the bend, Tan Tianhao had already overtaken the team members in lane 8, a smile spreading across his face. Just as Lu Wei had predicted, his goal for the first 300 meters of the preliminaries was to create a 5-meter-wide "no-man's-land" before entering the straightaway, and then leave the team members far behind once on the straightaway.

"How should I celebrate before reaching the finish line? Do a side cartwheel? Or should I use the momentum to do a somersault? That'll really show off my skills. That's the plan!"

Tan Tianhao was already envisioning the celebratory gestures, but what happened next immediately froze his expression.

Because of his lane assignment, he was positioned far ahead at the start and couldn't see what was behind him. However, at the second turn, the outside lane made a wide turn, and his lane advantage from the earlier phase disappeared after that turn.

At the apex of this bend, he saw Lu Wei closing in, soon to be level with him.

At this moment, Lu Wei was close to the inside of the track, his body leaning inward, and he had reached his top speed when he reached the curve.

"Damn it, if they're evenly matched with me now, wouldn't they be almost 2 meters ahead of me when we get to the straight!"

It turned out that Tan Tianhao's actual strength was mediocre, but his calculation ability was quite good.

Once on the straightaway, Lu Wei was already more than 2 meters ahead of him.

Tan Tianhao gritted his teeth, determined to catch up with Lu Wei at the last moment. However, the buildup of lactic acid and the resulting soreness prevented him from acting recklessly. He watched as the gap between him and Lu Wei widened, and he felt increasingly powerless.

"Wow, it seems like he's getting faster and faster, that's amazing!"

"I'm afraid that Yue Shi team member is getting more and more discouraged. He only does what he's capable of, and when it's time to make a final push, he says he's done for!"

Having prepared himself mentally, Lu Wei didn't panic as the lactic acid buildup caused him to feel soreness. He knew very well that the cheers from the audience were for him, and had nothing to do with that clown from Yue City.

Lu Wei was already 1.9 meters tall at this point, while Tan Tianhao was only 1.75 meters tall. In the final moments, his stride frequency dropped rapidly, and the two men's stride frequencies were almost the same. Tan Tianhao was about to run out of energy.

The huge height advantage quickly became apparent, and Lu Wei increased the distance between the two with almost every step he took.

At this moment, Tan Tianhao's expression was one of agony as he struggled to overcome the muscle soreness caused by lactic acid, and the arrogant demeanor he displayed before the competition was long gone.

With 15 meters to go, Lu Wei had extended his lead to about 7 meters, which is almost a second in a 400-meter race.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Lu Wei was practically guaranteed first place in the group. He simply increased his speed, letting his body carry him across the finish line.

Tan Tianhao had silently accepted the result: "It's just the preliminary round; I'll just beat him when we meet again..."

Knowing he had no chance, Tan Tianhao began to slow down. However, Lu Wei's actions just before crossing the finish line almost caused him to faint.

Just as he crossed the finish line, Lu Wei performed a front handspring. After landing on both feet, he continued running forward without being affected at all, demonstrating exceptional coordination.

His planned celebration had been used by someone else, and used so perfectly. Tan Tianhao, who was the second to cross the finish line, was so angry that he put his hands on his legs and kept panting heavily.

He's really done for today.