Orc Undead Sports Warrior

On August 21st, the first event in the morning was the women's 20km race walk final. Actually, there were no preliminary rounds. For such a long distance, there were only slightly over 50 participants; even adding another 50 could have accommodated them in one race.

Moreover, such a brutal match, happening twice in a short period of time, is really a bit cruel.

At 9 a.m., the coaches and athletes of the Chinese track and field team were mostly seated in their designated seats. The coaches had informed their athletes the previous night that they should arrive at the stadium early, regardless of whether there was a competition or not.

Although Lu Wei made great strides in the 400-meter race and Liu Feiren remained in the competition, in sprint races, even a small mishap can cause a runner to miss out on a medal.

Moreover, the Chinese track and field team really needs a gold medal to boost its performance; medals of other colors are no longer effective. While the 100-meter world record brought the team much praise and gave Feng Yong a few days of relief, the record itself was ultimately meaningless.

However, reality is a bit cruel. Yesterday's results only show that the track and field team performed well yesterday. Moreover, Lu Wei's competition has been over for several days, and the hype can no longer cover up the embarrassing situation of losing a gold medal.

Dozens of heroes emerge every day at the Olympics, and the world's eyes are already overwhelmed. The track and field team still needs a few more heroes to push the targets; even the best can't do it all.

After watching the three female athletes leave the stadium with the crowd, Feng Yong sat firmly on the back of the rostrum, lost in thought.

The stadium remained bustling, not falling silent despite the track and field team's poor performance. Many track and field events are rather boring, and most of the people who like track and field are boys.

However, the Olympics didn't follow this pattern at all. Many people went to great lengths to get a ticket. After all, the Olympics held on home soil only happen a few times in a lifetime. Experiencing such a high-level competition and such a great atmosphere would make life less regrettable.

The cheering crowd at the stadium is mostly made up of women, because the ongoing competition is the men's 100-meter decathlon. To reach Olympic level in this event, one's physique must be exceptional.

There were 90,000 people in the stadium; it's impossible for everyone to be there just to enjoy a high-level match. Just the other day, someone asked a friend, "How come that long-legged beauty played seven times in three days? She's really resilient!"

This question drew laughter from the surrounding audience, as many of the girls had come to see the tall, handsome guys at today's competition.

"Look at those girls over there, yelling like crazy. They ran the 100 meters in 11 seconds. What's there to yell about? I'll give them a 5-meter handicap, and they still won't beat me!"

Shen Liang imitated Zhang Yuanteng's accent, speaking in a sarcastic tone. He didn't need to add any facial expressions; everyone could feel his disdain from his accent.

“Young man, be modest. There are 10 events in total. What’s the use of winning just one? 1.6 meters in high jump, 13 meters in shot put, plus 40 meters in javelin. If someone else had these results, they probably wouldn’t have come back the next day.”

Besides, in a one-on-one fight, he could probably give you the upper hand with one hand.

When Zhang Yuanteng saw Shen Liang mimicking his accent, he immediately confronted him.

"I may not be able to beat him, but I can surely beat you!"

Shen Liang turned around and pounced on Zhang Yuanteng, pinning him to the seat and preparing to straddle him.

Zhang Yuanteng, who is 1.85 meters tall, felt insulted by Shen Liang, who is only a little over 1.7 meters tall. However, the space in the audience was small, and his advantage of height and long arms was not very useful there.

"Alright, you two should take your medicine now. There are so many people here. You're not ashamed, but I'm ashamed for you!"

Zou Zhen immediately reprimanded the two of them, and the other coaches did not interfere, but just watched and had fun.

Although she looks rather ugly, being young is really great. In a few years, even if two people cause her trouble, she probably won't be able to bring herself to do it.

"Why hasn't the javelin preliminaries started yet? Hurry up and finish them so Lu Wei can come to the competition venue for another practice session. I can't sit still any longer!"

The speaker was Hu Huo, a few years older than the other two athletes in the stands, and he was clearly starting to feel restless. Anyone would be anxious after spending six days as a spectator at the Olympics.

Just as everyone was making fun of these young men, Lu Wei finally appeared. Seeing Lu Wei's burly frame topped with a fairly handsome face on the big screen, the entire audience immediately went wild.

The javelin competition was divided into two groups. At the start of the competition, apart from the athletes and referees, the warm-up team members gathered in a place far away from them.

Although the track and field stadium is large enough, people are still a bit wary of this event. During last year's Golden League, a French athlete was hit by Finland's Pitkamaki next to the sandpit in the long jump area.

The qualifying standard was set at 82.5 meters, but so far, no one has surpassed that score.

In a major competition like the Olympics, any change in mentality will immediately be reflected in the results. Many athletes were clearly tense, which affected their performance to some extent.

However, Lu Wei did not seem to be greatly affected. He threw 84.12 meters on his first attempt and advanced directly to the final.

Considering the safety of other team members and the competition schedule, the javelin final was scheduled for August 23. This means that team members participating in only this event will have to endure two days of mental torment.

Upon seeing Lu Wei's score on the electronic screen, the entire audience erupted in cheers once again.

"This kid is a natural spear thrower. If it were thousands of years ago, he would probably have enjoyed the privilege of priority reproduction in the tribe."

Seeing Lu Wei's results, the dark cloud on Feng Yong's face finally eased a little.

Shortly after Lu Wei returned to the stands, the audience erupted in cheers again. It turned out that Finnish veteran Pitkamaki had also qualified directly, with a score of 82.52 meters, just 2 centimeters above the qualifying line.

"This guy is practically a genius now. He barely passed the qualifying score, not wasting a single point!"

Wang Qiao couldn't help but sigh. To qualify, you have to be in top form beforehand. Many talented players either get into top form early but don't perform well in the finals, or they hold back and end up not even making it to the finals. There are too many examples to list.

"Lu Wei is a veteran in the javelin event. If he wants to win the gold medal, he'll have to achieve a very high score. He's made a comeback at the last minute more than once. Such an opponent is quite frightening."

Jiang Jianjun crossed his arms and looked at the Finns who kept asking the audience for applause, a look of approval on his face.

At this point, the women's 20km race was in its final stages, and athletes had begun to enter the field.

The first athlete to enter the field was wearing a blue tracksuit. A close-up shot of her was shown on the big screen. She was a Russian athlete. The Chinese track and field team's hopes of winning the championship were dashed once again. After she entered the field, no other athlete entered for a long time.

Everyone anxiously looked behind her. According to the information from the race, Liu Hong was in third place with 5 kilometers to go. If she had appeared at that time, she could have won a medal.

About half a minute later, a tall player wearing a blue-purple team uniform walked in. She glanced behind her, smiled, and walked quickly around the field, waving to the audience from time to time.

Without even looking behind her, it's clear that she can't catch up with the Russian beauty, and her teammates behind her probably can't either. She's already enjoying the honor of a silver medal.

A dozen seconds later, the third player entered the field – it was Liu Hong!

At this moment, the entire audience cheered for her in unison. However, as she appeared, another teammate almost stepped right next to her into the arena.

The two women were battling it out in the final 100 meters to win the last medal. From their almost distorted facial expressions, everyone knew that they were still sprinting desperately at the end of the 20-kilometer race.

Both were suffering from the pain of lactic acid buildup, and the outcome changed hands several times in the short 100-meter distance.

Both of them used their last bit of strength to sprint. You should know that although there is only one place difference between 3rd and 4th place, the treatment they receive is worlds apart.

In the final few meters, both of them unleashed tremendous fighting power, but the outcome was still uncertain. They crossed the finish line together almost simultaneously amidst the screams and shouts of the audience, and then collapsed on the track from exhaustion.

Due to the angle, most people couldn't see clearly who was heading towards the finish line, and in the final moments, the two were about to touch.

Everyone was anxiously staring at the electronic screen. Unexpectedly, the bronze medal competition in the 20km race walk had the visual effect of a 100-meter dash.

About a minute later, the electronic screen displayed the scores of the two people.

意大利的艾丽萨.里高多的成绩是1小时27分12秒32，刘虹的成绩是1小时27分12秒36。

Liu Hong was eliminated in the final moments, and the Chinese track and field team not only failed to win the gold medal in this highly anticipated event, but also failed to win any medals.

"Fuck me!"

Yu Wei slammed the mineral water bottle to the ground, while Feng Yong beside him looked ashen-faced: "Looks like we really have to cling to Lu Wei's coattails..."