Orc Undead Sports Warrior

The race began, and Lu Wei was in lane 5. The team members in lanes 6 to 8 were ahead of him from the start because of their lane order.

As an orc transmigrator, Lu Wei had some understanding of the rules of the 400-meter race through his body's memory. However, from the moment the referee fired the starting gun, he ran forward at full speed, trying to overtake the three people in front of him.

Lu Wei showed great momentum in the first 100 meters, putting maximum force into each step and making a significant difference in his forward movement. Among the eight people in his group, the physically strong Lu Wei stood out.

"Wow, that teammate in lane 5 got off to a really fast start and is so strong. It seems like he's much stronger than the others, otherwise how could he be running so fast at the start!" Lu Wei's strong start drew cheers from the audience. Speed-type races are popular, and his explosive start quickly made the atmosphere lively.

Lu Wei thought that with only a few meters between them, overtaking the person in front should be a matter of seconds. Unexpectedly, when he turned from the bend into the first straight, Tang Yang was still a body length ahead of him. He didn't slow down and continued to sprint, wanting to overtake Tang Yang and the team members in the lane above him first.

Tang Yang started the race methodically, but after a short distance, he realized that the opponents in the lanes above him weren't very strong. So he continued running at a steady pace. However, after entering the first straight, he suddenly found that the runners in the lanes below him were almost overtaking him.

"What the hell is this? Starting this fast? He's never run 400 meters before!" Tang Yang was also startled by Lu Wei's crazy momentum, but he quickly regained his composure and stopped being carried along by Lu Wei's frenzied running.

In recent years, Tang Yang has consistently ranked among the top 3 in Ningcheng, and sometimes even represents the provincial team in national competitions. Therefore, even when facing formidable opponents, he remained calm and composed, maintaining his pace.

"Idiot, what's the use of running so fast? Just wait and see how I slap you in the face!" Thinking this, Tang Yang felt more relaxed. When Lu Wei overtook him, he still maintained his training rhythm.

At this moment, Coach Jiang frowned on the sidelines: "Lu Wei pushed too hard in the first half! At this rate, his speed will definitely drop significantly in the last 100 meters. Wang Qiao, is this a tactic you devised before the race? This running style is a bit clumsy!"

"I'm innocent, Coach Jiang! You trained me, don't you know what kind of personality I have? Today, this kid just started running wild like crazy, I don't know what's wrong with him..." Wang Qiao hurriedly defended himself when he heard Coach Jiang's questioning.

He thought to himself, "Is this kid here to compete, or just to vent his anger? Even Wariner, the current world number one in the 400 meters, doesn't run like this. What's he acting all high and mighty for...?"

At this point, Lu Wei had already overtaken Tang Yang and his opponent in lane 7, and was not far from the team members in lane 8.

Seeing Lu Wei running so fast, Tang Yang didn't dare let him run recklessly forward. What if Lu Wei's strength was about the same as his own, and even if Tang Yang's stamina was superior, he wouldn't be able to catch up because of the large gap in strength after entering the last straight section? That would be awkward.

Thinking of this, Tang Yang also sped up, closely following Lu Wei and overtaking the team members in lane 7.

After running about 200 meters, Lu Wei began to feel fatigue. His breathing became rapid, and his calves started to ache.

"Why is running in this human body so exhausting? I'm already feeling weak after just a few steps..."

However, seeing the teammate in lane 8 was already close behind, Lu Wei rallied and continued sprinting. He overtook his opponent as soon as he entered the bend. At this moment, Tang Yang dared not relax, not daring to let the distance between them widen further.

In today's track and field arena, there's a constant stream of talented young athletes; he might just be a very strong contender. Even if he's not as skilled as others, he can't be too far behind, otherwise, where will he put his old face?

"He's still so fierce even after entering the bend! His stamina is really that good! If he keeps running at this pace, he can probably break 45 seconds!" Coach Jiang used exclamations to comment on the competition. He didn't have high expectations for the track and field competition in Ningcheng. He originally came to observe his former disciple Wang Qiao, but Lu Wei's appearance piqued his interest.

"Oh, this kid just pushed himself too hard today. It's already good enough that he made it to the finals! Coach Jiang, don't have too high expectations for him. Young people are just too excited for their first competition, haha." Wang Qiao could only smile awkwardly at this point. His old leader had come to visit him and encountered such a headstrong young man.

If I fail at the last moment and am overtaken by the other teams, how can I face Coach Jiang?

However, Wang Qiao still held onto a sliver of hope; he wanted one of his players to prove his coaching abilities with results. As a coach, who wouldn't want to reach a higher level to realize their dreams? Joining a high-level sports team would allow them to train even better athletes.

The income and benefits have naturally improved a lot. More importantly, the best outcome for a track and field athlete is to see the athletes they train realize the dreams they couldn't achieve during their own athletic careers.

He watched the situation on the field intently, and without realizing it, he had already connected his own ideals with those of the young people on the field.

The players on the field have entered the bend, and it's clear that Tang Yang, with his extensive experience, has significantly better cornering technique. Compared to him, Lu Wei seems to be relying on brute force.

Lu Wei took the lead on the straightaway, and less than a second later, Tang Yang followed closely behind. Wang Qiao hadn't expected Lu Wei to run so fast in the early stages, maintaining his lead into the final 100 meters. He knew Tang Yang's strength well; based on his pre-race prediction, Lu Wei would lose to Tang Yang by at least a second. Now, however, it was highly likely that Lu Wei would defeat the veteran with a flurry of attacks.

Wang Qiao could now see Lu Wei's facial expression; it was clear that the kid was suffering from the pain caused by the continuous buildup of lactic acid.

The 400-meter race is arguably the most difficult sprint to train for. To achieve a good result, you need not only excellent speed and a stable rhythm, but also strong anaerobic endurance. In the last 100 meters, because the ATP provided by oxygen intake is insufficient to maintain the energy required for high-intensity sprinting, the body needs to break down glycogen to continue providing energy.

The breakdown of glycogen produces lactic acid as a byproduct. Because it is difficult to break down in a short period of time, it can cause athletes to experience muscle soreness, trunk weakness, and difficulty maintaining their original athletic performance.

It is clear that Lu Wei is currently suffering from lactic acid buildup. He is pushing himself harder than usual today, so the pain from lactic acid buildup is more severe than during his usual training.

From Lu Wei's contorted, almost ferocious expression, Wang Qiao could tell that he had reached his physical limit. He could only hope that Lu Wei could hold on for as long as possible.

"It hurts so much! Is this person's body trash? I used to run for tens of minutes straight without feeling anything, and I wouldn't even be out of breath after running 400 meters. How come it's so painful now? Weak! Really weak!"

At this moment, Lu Wei and Tang Yang had already run to the main stands where the audience was gathered. Seeing that the two were evenly matched, the audience who came to watch the game erupted with great enthusiasm.

Lu Wei's speed had already begun to decrease. He was gritting his teeth and pushing through. As he rounded the bend, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Tang Yang in the next lane was not far away.

Tang Yang was giving it his all at this moment. When he turned onto the straight, Lu Wei was nearly 5 meters ahead of him. Now, with only 50 meters left to the finish line, he had narrowed the gap to 3 meters.

"I must surpass him. I don't care what happens in the final this afternoon. How can I face anyone if I lose to a kid? I'll give up!"

Lu Wei could already hear footsteps behind him, and he knew that the advantage he had built up in the early stages was being gradually eroded.

"Ugh..." Lu Wei groaned as the pain in his body subsided. He continued to stretch his stride and swing his arms vigorously, trying to maintain his pace.

Amidst the cheers and shouts of the audience, Lu Wei exerted all his strength in the final moments, and when he reached the finish line, he was only one body length ahead of Tang Yang.

Upon reaching the finish line, Lu Wei tilted his head back in agony, breathing greedily. This scene had played out countless times in the battles of the orcs; leading his companions to kill the enemy and winning a chance for survival for more of his tribesmen had once been his proudest achievement.

However, in today's match, which was nothing more than child's play for him, a human who was not very strong managed to push him to the brink of defeat, which made the transmigrator feel very frustrated.

"Did you bring me here just to humiliate me? I'd rather die fighting!"