Orc Undead Sports Warrior

"Secondly, based on my observations over the past few days, Qin Qiang hasn't taken the competition seriously, and his training hasn't been focused. Because he hasn't had any rivals domestically in recent years, he's developed a sense of experience through continuous competition, and he thinks participating in the competition is just a formality. Having a rival on the eve of battle is a major taboo in military strategy!"

Wang Qiao is now like a military strategist in an ancient costume drama, slowly clearing away the fog for the monarch and finding the path to victory.

"Is that so! Hmm... I noticed this problem on the second day of the competition, and I didn't expect it to continue for the next few days. He really thinks too highly of himself. Even Liu Xiang, the sprinter, is sweating buckets every day. It's truly heartbreaking for our fellow track and field athletes!"

Yu Weiming had been focused on his team's training and matches for the past few days, completely ignoring Qin Qiang's training progress. Hearing Wang Qiao mention it, he was initially startled, but realizing his lapse in composure, he quickly recovered and made amends.

Wang Qiao sighed inwardly. Yu Weiming, who usually displayed great composure in the Sports Bureau, lost his composure on the cruel field. But it wasn't entirely his fault; the world is mostly made up of ordinary people, and to be truly confident on the field requires more experience and competition.

"Thirdly, Qin Qiang hasn't encountered any rivals in recent years. Lu Wei's appearance will definitely change his mentality. If he can't adjust in time, it will definitely affect his performance at his normal level. I think this point is easily overlooked, but it is his biggest hidden danger. Through my observation of Lu Wei these few times, he always performs beyond his level when he encounters a strong opponent. So today, Qin Qiang will probably have a hard time defeating this formidable opponent, Lu Wei."

With the groundwork laid by the first two points, the third argument for the inevitable victory makes Wang Qiao's viewpoint very convincing.

Sure enough, Yu Weiming was greatly encouraged after hearing this third point.

"Good, Coach Wang is right. Prepare well with Lu Wei, I'm waiting for your good news!" After Yu Weiming finished speaking, his anxiety lessened considerably, after all, there was still a chance to win the championship, and the chance seemed quite good.

Soon it was time to check in, and the eight finalists appeared at the javelin competition area to check in.

"Which one of you is Lu Wei?" The speaker looked to be about 1.8 meters tall, but his body was very muscular, especially his upper body, which was extremely thick.

"I am Qin Qiang, and you are Qin Qiang?" Wang Qiao had already pointed Qin Qiang out to Lu Wei when he warmed up and entered the arena, but Lu Wei had no intention of greeting him and wanted to see how this guy would react.

"Huh? You don't recognize me? Didn't your coach introduce me to you before the match? I'm Qin Qiang. Your attitude during the match is truly commendable! We're all in this for a living, and we should respect our work. Young man, you have a long road ahead of you. I advise you to be more careful in the future, or you might get taken advantage of without even realizing it. Oh well, after today's match, it'll be hard for you not to recognize me. You've done your best..."

Wang Qiao's previous introduction was indeed correct; this Qin Qiang had become so arrogant as to be almost shameless.

Lu Wei then unleashed his oppressive aura without any attempt to conceal it. Qin Qiang immediately felt a suffocating pressure emanating from this tall young man. He wanted to say something, but felt a little timid.

He wanted to say something more, but he just couldn't bring himself to open his mouth.

Lu Wei curled his lip and revealed a mocking smile. Sure enough, he was just another empty shell who was all bark and no bite.

So Lu Wei turned and left to warm up, leaving Qin Qiang standing there awkwardly.

At this point, the referee began calling out the name of the first player to enter the game, and the other players also began to prepare themselves.

The order of appearance in the final was based on the scores of the eight participants, from lowest to highest. The first participant barely managed to throw 71 meters.

"Pfft! Hahaha!" Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it was Qin Qiang who was laughing. This guy really did seem a bit annoying.

"What trash!" Lu Wei thought to himself, this kind of person deserves to be taught a lesson.

The first six athletes to compete quickly finished their races, all achieving times under 80 meters.

"China's javelin throwing skills are really too poor! Every time I face the challenge of the world's best players alone, the pressure on my shoulders is too great..." Qin Qiang continued to pretend, and he would comment on almost every time the previous athlete finished throwing.

"The biggest drawback of peacetime is that these idiots have survived..." Lu Wei really couldn't stand this person's face. It seemed that he would feel guilty if he didn't slap him in the face.

It was Lu Wei's turn to appear.

He walked to his marked starting position, javelin in his right hand, raised above his head. He took a few powerful strides forward, gaining speed, and when he was less than 10 meters from his release point, he began to use a forward crossover step. At this moment, the javelin, which had been raised above his head, naturally fell to the back of his head.

When the javelin reaches the release position, the right arm uses the power of the waist and abdomen to exert force instantly, and the javelin flies forward in an arc before landing beyond the 80-meter line.

"Wow!" The audience may not understand javelin throwing, but with the results of the previous six people as a reference, they couldn't help but exclaim in amazement when they saw where Lu Wei's throw landed.

"Result valid, 82.73 meters!" Lu Wei's first throw easily exceeded 80 meters, but he did not go all out. He wanted to get a result on his first throw to lay a foundation for his performance in the later competitions.

Qin Qiang was speechless. He hadn't expected this kid to be so skilled. He knew from the morning's preliminary rounds that a teammate from Ningcheng had thrown over 80 meters, but he'd thought it was just luck and hadn't taken it seriously. He never imagined this unknown young man would give him such a rude awakening.

"Senior, since you are the number one in the country, you must set an example for us so that we can learn from you!" Lu Wei spoke up before Qin Qiang could.

"What? This kid actually called me a senior? I'm only 24 years old. Do I look that old?" Qin Qiang was both angry and annoyed, but he was overwhelmed by Lu Wei's imposing aura and couldn't find the words to retort. His face turned red.

Just then, the referee called his name. Qin Qiang, still annoyed, went to the throwing area, did some simple stretching, and then began to throw.

"Whoever's pants ripped open and produced this thing, I'll crush him after I overtake him, or I'm not a human... Oh my god, I've gone too far!" Qin Qiang was imagining himself crushing Lu Wei after surpassing him, forgetting he was in a race. When he came to his senses, he realized he had already run out of bounds.

"Hahaha, he's so funny!" The other contestants present burst into laughter. In their eyes, Qin Qiang was no different from a fool.

Behind them, Lu Wei looked at Qin Qiang with disdain.

Another fool.