Orc Undead Sports Warrior

Tan Tianhao from lane 5 passed the baton to the second runner at almost the same time as the runner from lane 6, which shows that the first runner already had a significant lead.

Zhu Chenbin followed closely behind, and then Hu Yuan passed the baton to Tang Yang.

The second leg still couldn't be combined into the first outside lane, but the situation was already quite clear. Shanghai team was in first place, Guangdong team was in second, Ningcheng team was close behind, and Chongqing team and Shandong team were not far behind, not far from Ningcheng's Tang Yang.

After crossing the merge line, the runners in lanes 7 and 8 were still slightly ahead in position, but tragically, they had to move laterally from the outermost lane to the inner lane, and in reality, they were now more than 5 meters behind.

The Shanghai team's second runner maintained their momentum after merging lanes, continuously widening their lead. This runner was the same athlete whose skill level was comparable to Zhang Huadong's. The Guangdong team's second runner was left behind, leading the Ningcheng team by less than 2 meters.

At this moment, an unexpected incident occurred on the field. The second runner of the Yucheng team almost closed in on Tang Yang at 100-meter speed. He seized the opportunity and squeezed past Tang Yang through the inside lane.

Tang Yang didn't dare to use his body to block his opponent. This guy looked like he was risking his life at this moment. If he blocked him and a collision occurred, it would definitely be a foul by the Yucheng team. However, everyone was running at high speed. If he fell, the final would be declared a loss.

"Damn it! I'll get back at you sooner or later!" Tang Yang moved slightly to the outside lane, letting the Chongqing team members pass. Unexpectedly, just as he let one pass, the second runner from the Lucheng team, taking advantage of the confusion in Tang Yang's position, also tried to grab a piece of the action. Tang Yang was already furious with the Chongqing team's hotheads, and now another one trying to take advantage appeared.

"I'm not a coward either, who's afraid of who!" Tang Yang didn't care about anything else at this moment, he forcibly accelerated and shook off the Lucheng team members, sticking close to the Yucheng team members and heading straight for the second bend.

Like his teammate before him, the second runner of the Chongqing team slowed down as soon as he entered the bend.

"Speed ​​up again, you idiot!" Tang Yang wished he could pick up his opponent in front of him and throw him off the track. What kind of running style was this? He was just a troublemaker. He was tough for 20 seconds and then went soft.

Tang Yang was too lazy to follow him any longer. Seeing him panting heavily, he overtook him at the bend.

"What a foolish thing to do! Why overtake on the curve? We're about to enter the straight. Why waste energy on the curve? How much energy will we lose for nothing!" Coach Jiang shouted at this point.

Tang Yang overtook the second runner of the Yucheng team, but his own condition wasn't much better; his face was flushed red from blood rushing to his head.

This small accident cost Tang Yang a lot of his energy. Although he managed to keep his third place, his poor energy management caused him to fall nearly 10 meters behind the Shanghai team and nearly 5 meters behind the Guangdong team.

Wu Bin was the third to take the baton for Ningcheng. Judging from his personal performance, whichever team he was on the baton for was Ningcheng's weak point.

At this point, the coaches had stopped communicating, and everyone was a bit discouraged. With Lu Wei in the fourth leg, they had a good chance of finishing in the top three. If Wu Bin performed better, they also had a chance to get second place.

The gap between Lu Wei and Shanghai Stock Exchange is sure to widen further. Lu Wei is only a 19-year-old young man, and no matter how strong he is, it will be difficult for him to close the gap of more than ten meters. He basically has no hope of winning first place.

Wu Bin's future prospects completely shattered the confidence of several coaches; his running style was practically identical to that of the first two runners on the Chongqing team.

After receiving the baton, Wu Bin accelerated like a madman, and by the end of the first straight, he had caught up with the Yue City team.

"How well we run the last 200 meters is up to fate. We've done our best..." As Wu Bin's coach, Zhou Hu preemptively smoothed things over for his team, so that if things went wrong, everyone would blame Wu Bin.

After entering the bend, Wu Bin's speed indeed dropped significantly. Apart from his determined expression, the scene was no different from other races. Wu Bin failed to maintain his speed at the last moment, and the Yue City team members who had caught up with him pulled away again.

After entering the last straight, everyone found that Wu Bin did not fall behind as expected. Due to the effect of lactic acid buildup, it was difficult for him to increase his stride frequency, but he was trying his best to maintain it and his stride length increased.

His extremely ferocious expression revealed that he was enduring immense torment.

At this point, being able to hold on for even one more second can greatly help your performance, because your opponent is also at their limit.

The third runners from Shanghai and Guangdong were relatively weak, not much stronger than Wu Bin, and their speed dropped considerably at this point.

Wu Bin just kept running towards the finish line, and his running posture now looked a bit like striding.

The miracle happened 50 meters before the finish line. Wu Bin struggled to approach the Yue Shi team member, and then slowly, little by little, overtook him.

This scene suddenly brought back memories of battles from his past life for Lu Wei. He recalled how his vanguard encountered the enemy's main force, and how he and his fellow soldiers, on the verge of exhaustion, launched a fierce attack in order to buy time for their own troops to encircle the enemy.

Every second of perseverance is a defense of one's honor.

This unassuming human being is also defending his dignity through his actions!

As Wu Bin drew closer, Lu Wei pounded his chest with his fist, paying the highest tribute to this brave soldier.

In his eyes, Wu Bin already deserved the title of warrior. Even if he was brave only once in his life, he had earned everyone's respect.

Wu Bin was panting heavily, veins bulging on his neck, and he was on the verge of exhaustion, but he still sprinted with all his might. He gritted his teeth and sprinted a few more steps before finally passing the baton to Lu Wei.

After handing over the baton, Wu Bin fell heavily to the ground, panting heavily. His eyes were fixed on Lu Wei's back, not daring to look away for even a moment, as if his hopes of winning the championship would slip away if he lost focus.

Before receiving the baton, Lu Wei had already run a few steps forward. After taking the baton, he accelerated desperately. This time, he did not spare any energy. He saw that Zhang Donghua was already nearly ten meters ahead.

Given the current situation, even a full-speed sprint cannot guarantee catching up with the gap, let alone maintaining it.

Lu Wei had made up his mind to catch up with his opponent first, and even if he couldn't surpass him, he would be willing to do so.

After the first bend, the gap between the two narrowed slightly. However, Zhang Huadong was once the top player in China, and his strength was not much different from Lu Wei's. Even if he did his best on one bend, he could not close the gap too much.