Orc Undead Sports Warrior

After entering the straight section, Lu Wei's speed had basically increased to 90%. When he was about halfway through the straight section, he reached his fastest speed of about 400 meters.

Of course, this top speed in the 400 meters cannot be compared to the peak speed in the 100 meters. If you were to run at that speed in a 400-meter race, you would only be able to hold your own for a dozen seconds. In the last 100 meters, you would become a complete wimp.

Lu Wei's second 100-meter time was around 11 seconds. Considering the energy distribution for the 400-meter race, this speed is already quite fast. If he maintains 11 seconds for every 100-meter race, even with the acceleration time at the start, his time would be under 45 seconds. Such a time would definitely secure him a place in the finals of a world-class competition.

However, people aren't machines, and you can't measure an athlete's performance by averages. Entering the second bend, Lu Wei planned to use it to adjust his physical condition and give his body some rest.

So he took two steps in the middle of the turn, took a deep breath, stopped pushing off the ground, and ran two steps with the momentum.

Even with only two steps of adjustment, the body can get a buffer.

"Hmm? Lu Wei slowed down a bit when he was on the curve, there was a moment when he seemed to slow down, and then he was back to normal..." Wang Qiao's heart jumped into his throat when he saw Lu Wei's change in rhythm.

He breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Lu Wei's running rhythm return to normal.

"He took two steps halfway through, a technique often used by Black athletes but rarely by Asian athletes. Making such adjustments in a high-intensity 400-meter race can easily disrupt one's rhythm if their physical abilities are insufficient, often resulting in more harm than good. A stable rhythm is paramount in track and field. This kid's got guts!" Coach Jiang was also taken aback; the young man certainly had guts.

As they entered the bend, Zhu Chenbin noticed out of the corner of his eye that Lu Wei was catching up. In a 400-meter race, the starting gap between adjacent lanes is about 7 meters, and he estimated in his mind that Lu Wei's actual running distance had already exceeded his by about 3 meters.

"This kid is quite troublesome. I've never seen him before, but he suddenly appeared... It seems I need to establish an advantage as soon as possible on the bend."

With this in mind, Zhu Chenbin began to increase his stride frequency, using the curves to accelerate and try to establish an advantage.

"Zhu Chenbin's cornering ability is better than Lu Wei's. It seems that Lu Wei has met his match!" Coach Jiang works at the General Administration of Sport and is very familiar with the characteristics of well-known domestic athletes.

At this point, Wang Qiao no longer had the energy to exchange ideas with Coach Jiang; all his attention was focused on Lu Wei. Each of Lu Wei's two matches had Wang Qiao on the edge of his seat. The reason was that Wang Qiao was unsure of Lu Wei's abilities. However, seeing Lu Wei's gradual improvement, he also held high hopes for him.

Therefore, every little detail about Lu Wei makes him anxious and insecure.

Lu Wei's adjustments after entering the bend, coupled with Zhu Chenbin's acceleration, meant that the advantage he had previously established was gone.

Once they entered the straightaway, the two were almost at the same level, with Lu Wei slightly behind.

Wang Qiao had already involuntarily stood up from the audience. Although it was almost certain that Lu Wei would make it to the finals, a good result in the semifinals and a good lane in the finals would have a significant impact on the final score.

The two men were of similar height and both took long strides during their final sprint.

Their expressions revealed that both of them were suffering from the pain caused by lactic acid buildup. However, Zhu Chenbin's expression showed that he was enduring it, while Lu Wei had a determined look on his face, as if he was determined not to give up.

In the last 50 meters, Zhu Chenbin finally couldn't keep up. His stride frequency dropped significantly, and his movements became somewhat distorted.

In contrast, Lu Wei maintained the same running rhythm he used when entering the bend.

"In the final battle, the difference in skill will be immediately apparent!" Coach Jiang nodded approvingly, and Wang Qiao beside him also relaxed.

Although Zhu Chenbin tried his best in the final moments, he felt the gap was widening and his chances of winning first place in the group were slim. In the last 15 meters, he simply slowed down and relied on inertia to run to the finish line.

He was slightly ahead as he entered the straightaway, but unexpectedly, his opponent overtook him by several meters in the last 100 meters. Zhu Chenbin shook his head helplessly. He had indeed given his all, and there was nothing he could do but give up before the finish line. After all, there was the final tomorrow, and he couldn't risk sacrificing his performance in the final for the sake of his semi-final result.

Zhu Chenbin placed his hands on his thighs and took deep breaths to relieve the soreness caused by lactic acid. At that moment, he heard the audience cheering in the distance, so he looked up in their direction.

He saw Lu Wei clench his fists, roar, and then raise his arms towards the audience.

"I didn't realize this kid was such a show-off. He's quite good at getting the audience involved. It's just a semi-final, why is the audience so excited...?"

When he looked at the large electronic screen, he finally found the answer.

陆威这个半决赛的成绩是45秒32，旁边还有5个醒目的汉字：进军世锦赛！自己最后时刻放了15米，成绩只有45秒87。

Zhu Chenbin's mind was in turmoil at that moment: "After entering the straightaway, we were evenly matched. If I could hold on, even if I didn't beat this kid, I might still have a chance to qualify for the World Championships..."

At this moment, Zhu Chenbin recalled the scene of the award ceremony for the shot put competition on the first day of the competition. Wasn't this guy the champion of the shot put competition? A bitter feeling spread from his heart throughout his body.

"I've been training for the 400 meters for so many years, and I'm still not as good as a shot putter..."

At that moment, a large hand appeared before him. Zhu Chenbin looked up and saw Lu Wei extending his hand to him. He felt a great sense of comfort and forced a smile: "Congratulations, congratulations! Our China is about to produce a figure in the world in the 400-meter event."

Throughout his previous athletic career, Zhu Chenbin always won a match and walked away, treating his opponents like complete strangers. While the winners enjoyed the victory, the losers were deeply hurt.

Actually, Lu Wei had always been a force to be reckoned with in previous competitions, but during training that morning, Liu Feiren told him: "Young man, I saw you turn around and walk away after your somersault across the finish line in the first competition. If it were me, I would be very upset. It would feel like I was humiliated and left like trash. If he had made it past me and shaken hands with me, and said a few words, it would have been a great comfort to me. People should respect each other, and everyone should feel a sense of accomplishment to be happy!"

Judging from the contrast in Zhu Chenbin's expression before and after, the respect shown by the victor to others is indeed a comfort.

At this moment, the other members of the group also came up and eagerly shook hands with Lu Wei to greet him.

"You're amazing! Keep it up!"

"I've been a fan of yours since the World Championships started!"