Orc Undead Sports Warrior

"Dear viewers, the men's 4x100m relay final is about to begin. The eight participating teams are having their final communication, after which each team's four members will go to their respective positions to compete."

Yang Li forcibly suppressed his excitement as the live broadcast showed a scene of all the teams gathered together.

The Japanese team members bent down, put their arms around each other's shoulders, and spoke passionately to Hara Nobuharu, while the other three were excitedly shouting at him.

The other teams were of similar height and their cheering styles were also quite similar. If we only consider physique, the Dutch team's four players were undoubtedly the most outstanding overall. Before the match, everyone called them the "male model team." All four players were between 1.85 and 1.9 meters tall, with handsome faces, which greatly enhanced the overall aesthetics of the game.

The most unusual combination is Jamaica and China. Jamaica's Bolt is 1.96 meters tall, Powell is about 1.87 meters tall, and the other two players are just over 1.7 meters tall. No matter what, the four of them can't hug each other.

Perhaps it was due to national character, or perhaps it was just Bolt who changed the atmosphere of the whole team. Everyone gathered together, chatting and laughing, and even Powell, who usually had a serious expression, showed a rare smile.

The Chinese relay team wasn't much better off; their height distribution was comparable to Jamaica's, but the team members managed to stick together, though Shen Liang could only support himself on Lu Wei's waist.

The first few sentences were spoken by Hu Huo, who was the most senior member of the national team and had the strongest language skills. However, he did not lead the team in saying anything inspiring because he knew that no matter how well he spoke, it would not be as good as Lu Wei's few words.

"Dawei, say something! We all want to hear you say something right now!"

After Hu Huo finished speaking, everyone turned to look at Lu Wei.

"Yeah, if they give us a couple of lines, I'm really getting this frustrated, like a cat is scratching at my heart!"

As Zhang Yuanteng spoke, Shen Liang remained silent, though his large eyes gleamed.

"Then let me ask you a question: When was the most glorious moment of our lives? Lao Hu, Endo, Big Eyes, tell me!"

"Of course, it's when I'm standing on the podium!"

Faced with this question, Zhang Yuanteng blurted it out without even thinking.

"So how did we get to the podium?"

Lu Wei then asked another question.

"We were able to stand on the podium because we beat most of the teams!"

Shen Liang waved his arms with great movements, which also excited the others.

"So the most glorious moment starts now, am I right!"

Hu Huo looked at Lu Wei with expectant eyes.

"By the way, when was our most glorious moment?"

"It's now!"

Lu Wei asked again, and this time the answer was practically a roar.

"Let me add another inspiring line: I'll shout 'China! We will win!' Everyone, shout it at the top of your lungs!"

"China!"

"Must win!"

As Yang Li provided commentary, the television cameras continuously switched between close-ups of each player.

"I'm so excited in front of the TV, I wonder how my son is feeling right now."

Mr. Lu took a sip of his teacup. Whenever his mood changed, he would take a sip of his sweetened tea.

"My son has really mastered it now. If it were us going up there, our calves would probably cramp up!"

Lu Wei has now become the pride of the elderly couple; a year ago, they wouldn't have dared to imagine such a scene.

"The team members have already started being introduced. The team on the second lane is the Canadian team. They were very strong in the 90s and had many classic battles with the American team represented by Lewis."

The third track is occupied by the veteran powerhouse Brazil. They are in a period of transition between generations at this Olympics, so competing for a medal may be a bit difficult.

Lane 4 is the Trinidad and Tobago team, which has two athletes in the men's 100m final, led by Mark Burns and Richard Thompson.

The team on lane 5 is Jamaica, currently the strongest team overall. They have the most luxurious lineup in this Olympics, with four players: Michael Flatt, Carter, Usain Bolt, and Asafa Powell!

Standing next to them in lane 6 is the Huaxia team. Our four young men participating in the race are Hu Huo (first leg), Zhang Yuanteng (second leg), Shen Liang (third leg), and Lu Wei (fourth leg). This is the strongest lineup of the Huaxia relay team in recent decades.

Positioned in lane 7 is the Japanese team, known for their incredible unity and dedication in relay events. The four members are Naoki Tsukahara, Shingo Suetsugu, Shinji Takahira, and Nobuharu Asahara. Considering their age structure, this will be their last major international competition as a four-man team.

Lanes 8 and 9 are for the Netherlands and Germany, respectively.

Yang Li maintained a similar pace of introduction as the on-site commentators, and his voice stopped almost simultaneously after the commentators finished their introductions.

"The race is about to begin. Let's wait and see how this sprint relay at the Bird's Nest will end!"

After Yang Li finished speaking, the live broadcast camera immediately switched to a wide shot.

"onarks!"

After the referee gave the order to take their positions, the first runners from the eight teams walked to the front of the track one after another, and then bent down to step onto the starting blocks.

"set!"

The starting pace was so fast that it was hard to keep up. Hughes and Huo Jianhua focused all their attention on the race, as if they had staked all the honors of their entire career on this one game.

In his sixth year with the national team, no one among the players cared more about the significance of this match than him. This was the most important match of his career, and there would never be another match more important than this one.

In an instant, it felt like I was back in that summer when I was 18, attending a summer camp at Tsinghua University and being specially admitted. Back then, I could run 10.3 seconds by hand timing myself, and my college entrance exam score was nearly 600. If it weren't for my athletic talent, I would definitely have gotten into a good university.

What a wonderful time!

I remember back then, I silently vowed to make Chinese sprinting different from what it used to be. Youth proves that anything is possible, and I kept my promise, winning the 100-meter championship at the Universiade.

I also witnessed Lu Wei's brilliant performance in the 100-meter final, and now I can witness history with my teammates.

It was worth it; all that sprinting I've trained for in this lifetime wasn't for nothing. All I was missing was this spectacular race.

"Oh!"

The starting gun fired, and Hu Huo's hair flew back in the wind, revealing his forehead, making his usually quiet face look extremely ferocious.

"The race has started, and Hugh has a good start, keeping a tight grip on Jamaica's Michael Flatt!"

Under other circumstances, Hukhov would probably have very few opportunities to compete against his opponents. In terms of starting ability, this Jamaican would likely rank in the top four even in the Olympic finals.

A scene flashed through Hu Huo's mind: that summer, he had been training diligently in Lu Wei's shadow. When it came to dedication, he could probably confidently compare himself to any of the other three.

Since I didn't have any individual competitions, everyone's attention was focused on Lu Wei and Liu Yangyu, and no one noticed me. Some even said I was just there to make up the numbers with Lu Wei. Maybe it was just a joke, but thinking about it when I couldn't sleep at night was quite hurtful.

Hughes was running like a madman, constantly aiming at Naoki Tsukahara. The Japanese man beside him was also acting strangely today, frantically pushing off the ground and swinging his arms on the curves, as if he would wither away like a cherry blossom after this race.

The four athletes in lanes 4 through 6 were locked in a stalemate for the first half of the race, which caused all the members of the Chinese track and field team to roar. Even Jiang Jianjun, who rarely controlled his emotions, couldn't help but lose control. Beside him, Wang Qiao had already gone mad, leaning forward and screaming incessantly.

However, there was a difference in strength. When the first runner was still about 30 meters away from the handover area, Michael Fratt in lane 5 gradually closed the distance between himself and Hugh.

Naoki Tsukahara seemed to have inexhaustible energy today; he was still persevering, and the distance between him and Hu Ge was slowly widening.

He knew very well that if the game went to a stalemate, Asahara Nobuharu would definitely be no match for Rikuo. If he could gain some distance, the pressure on his teammates would be less.

Hugh's expression had become contorted with rage. He seemed to have poured all his energy into this match, fighting relentlessly until the very end, preventing the Japanese team from gaining any advantage in the final moments.

When the first runner of the Japanese team passed the baton, the second runner, Shingo Suetsugu, was almost at his maximum speed. The pass between the two was so smooth, with only a slight pause, that it was as if they were one person.

The Chinese team is not bad either. When Zhang Yuanteng received the baton, he had almost no speed loss. At this time, no obvious mistakes are allowed.

If a player makes a mistake, they will quickly fall behind by 2 to 3 meters. Even a world-class player might not be able to create such a large advantage with a single batter.

The baton exchanges between Jamaica and Trinidad and Tobago were a little rougher than those of the previous two teams, but their strength lay in the individual abilities of their players. Even if the pauses during the baton exchanges were a bit longer, the individual strength of the players was a significant advantage.

The second battling team continued their fierce competition, with both the Chinese and Japanese teams maintaining their exceptional performances. Shingo Suetsugu was like a soldier charging forward to fight to the death with the enemy, persistent and determined.

Zhang Yuanteng also withstood the onslaught from the other teams. His running movements were very fluid and looked a bit exaggerated, like a character from an anime.

In the Jamaican and Trinidad and Tobago squads, this batter is considered one of the weaker players. However, he is still much stronger than the fourth batter on most teams.

Carter appeared in the broadcast, his brow furrowed. He seemed to have encountered this opponent once before in other competitions, but hadn't seen him again after 30 meters. Today, he couldn't catch up.

"Carter is watching Zhang Yuanteng run, and his eyes seem to convey a sense of doubt. Zhang Yuanteng is still holding his lane and extending his distance on the straight. That's fantastic. The Japanese team's first two legs are also very good. Jamaica has Bolt and Powell in the last two legs. Can we create a miracle?"

Yang Li seemed to be guiding the audience, or perhaps questioning himself; he himself didn't know how the rest of the competition would unfold.

When it came time to exchange batons, the Black athletes' advantage in maintaining speed came into play again, and Carter got even closer to Zhang Yuanteng.

They gave it their all in the first two legs; the loss was simply due to individual ability.

During the baton exchange, the Japanese team also widened the gap with China, and their baton passing ability was almost perfect.

"The Chinese team is currently about 3 to 4 meters behind the Jamaican team and about the same distance behind the Japanese team. They should be ranked 4th, and the 3rd place should be Trinidad and Tobago!"

With his extensive commentary experience, Yang Li quickly determined the rankings of the teams on the field. In races with extended tracks, many viewers are left confused until the final straight.

The cheers were still enthusiastic, mostly directed at the Chinese team, then the cheers turned into a gasp of surprise.

Bolt originally trained in the 200 meters, and although he is nearly 2 meters tall, his cornering technique is absolutely world-class. After receiving the baton, he immediately overtook Shen Liang and continued to widen the gap with other teams; his speed was unstoppable.

Shen Liang's eyes were half again as big as usual. If there were a close-up shot, you could see him clenching his teeth tightly, and the veins on his cheeks were throbbing back and forth.

He knew that if he wanted to get on the podium, he had to take down one of his own players in this leg of the race.

People may say he's impulsive, doesn't think things through, or that he's a fighting dog, but right now he just doesn't want to suffer any losses.

Shinji Takahira was horrified to discover that he was about to squander the advantage created by his first two teammates in this one leg, and a deep sense of fear and frustration welled up within him.

Without a doubt, he is the weakest link in the Japanese team's four-man batting lineup.

Perhaps there aren't any stronger teammates in the country, or maybe there are, but the teamwork between myself and the others is just too seamless.

In short, I have done my best.

Asahara-kun, you said we would definitely stand on the podium, but how come I can't outrun this kid...

Shinji Takahira struggled frantically, biting down hard on Shen Liang. The fourth batter passed the baton without any pause.

In the instant the baton was passed, Nobuharu Asahara was left behind by Riku. Even from behind, this sense of separation was palpable.

He slowly slowed down, watching the retreating figure of Nobuharu Hara as he ran towards him, tears welling up in his eyes.

Beside him, Shen Liang roared loudly, jumped twice on the spot, and then ran towards the finish line.

Lu Wei, who was running alongside Bradman, the fourth batter for Trinidad and Tobago, was just like Nobuharu Asahara before him; he had no interest in paying attention to this opponent.

Powell was sprinting with his head down; if he could just overtake him, he would win the championship! However, he was a little apprehensive. He didn't know that there was actually a nearly 8-meter gap between him and Lu Wei, nor did he know how fast Lu Wei could go.

In short, he knew very well that he couldn't outrun Lu Wei, and by a significant margin.

When Lu Wei sprinted, he was more powerful than Bolt. He charged toward Powell like a lion hunting an antelope. This was the first time everyone had seen Powell in this way.

His advantage was being steadily eroded by Lu Wei, and he seemed to feel his opponent closing in on him. The female spectators in the stadium were screaming involuntarily; it was probably the first time they had ever experienced such excitement in a sprint relay race.

60 meters, 70 meters, 80 meters, 90 meters...

Powell's face grew increasingly terrified. Humans are born with the instinct to detect danger, and he felt that someone was getting closer to him.

I don't know how far it is. I want to turn around, but I don't dare!

With just one step left to the finish line, Powell practically leaped across it. The move was reminiscent of a diving header in a fighting game.

After Powell crossed the finish line, his body finally relaxed, but he could no longer support his tense body and fell forward to the ground.

Just as he fell, Lu Wei passed by.

so close!

"Congratulations to the Jamaican team on winning the gold medal in the men's 4x100m relay. Congratulations also to the four young men from China; they have done their best. With the current strength of the Jamaican team, even the American team cannot put them in such a difficult position."

"My God! The Jamaican team has broken the world record for the men's 4x100m relay, which had stood for over 20 years. Their time is 37.1 seconds, and the Chinese team's time is 37.35 seconds, also surpassing the record. Without a doubt, this is a showdown of the best!"

The four Jamaican team members hugged each other excitedly, while not far away, the four Chinese team members encouraged each other.

This silver medal is enough for a few people to brag about for a lifetime. The team members quickly ran to the sidelines, picked up four national flags, and ran around the stadium.

The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, and the song of victory is so loud;

Singing praises to our beloved motherland, may it march towards prosperity and strength.

Just as the four team members circled the field to signal to the audience, the entire stadium sang "Ode to the Motherland".

Jiang Jianjun and Wang Qiao also sang loudly. Shedding tears at this moment would not prove that they were not manly, because most people in the audience were wiping away tears.

So let the tears flow freely!