Orc Undead Sports Warrior

After entering the bend, Lu Wei went berserk, sprinting at full speed. The gap between the two quickly closed again, and at this point, Zhang Huadong could feel the pressure behind him. The oppressive feeling brought by Lu Wei made him a little flustered.

However, he still gritted his teeth. Although Wu Bin's outburst could not be taken into account, the situation was still within everyone's expectations.

"The first three batters established an early lead, and by taking advantage of the wear and tear between the opponents, the lead was extended. By the fourth batter, the lead was about 10 meters. Things were going very smoothly, and I had no reason to be afraid of this kid's rapid advance."

With this in mind, Zhang Huadong maintained his own rhythm and did not lose it because of Lu Wei's full-force burst.

After entering the second bend, Lu Wei was less than 5 meters away from Zhang Huadong, and it was clear that Lu Wei's speed on the bend was faster than his opponent's.

"Fortunately, we gave Lu Wei some special training in cornering techniques during this period. Otherwise, with his current aggressive pace, just controlling his body's momentum would consume a lot of his energy after just two corners. If that were the case, he would definitely be exhausted in the last 100 meters." Wang Qiao thought about how he had given Lu Wei extra training in cornering techniques, originally to prepare for future competitions, but he didn't expect it to come in handy so soon, and couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

"Lu Wei is a good kid. It seems like we have victory in our grasp now!" Yu Weiming was ready to celebrate. With Lu Wei in sight, he was overjoyed. After winning the gold medal in the relay race, he could exceed the task target set by his superiors.

"The last 100 meters is the decisive moment. Zhang Huadong clearly held back in the first 300 meters. He was preparing to conserve his energy to fight Lu Wei in the last 100 meters. It's hard to say who will win or lose."

Coach Jiang's words immediately dampened Yu Weiming's brimming confidence: "Is there still any chance of things changing at this point?"

The other coaches blushed. Coaches promoted from office positions often lacked combat experience. Zhang Huadong was second in the final; even if he had an off day, he wouldn't lose by 6 to 7 meters in the first 300 meters. Lu Wei's ability wasn't at that level yet. This kind of analysis was common sense, and he made the mistake that leaders often make. But after all, this was his leader, and it was never good to directly contradict his views in front of everyone.

Coach Jiang's expression didn't change despite the opponent's lack of track and field expertise. Instead, he smiled and explained to Yu Weiming, "Coach Yu, Zhang Huadong's strength isn't much inferior to Xiao Lu's. In the 400-meter final, Xiao Lu gave it his all and only won by a little over 0.5 seconds. In the relay race, neither of them started, so the gap wasn't large in the early stages. The fact that Xiao Lu was able to close such a big gap in the first 300 meters only shows that his opponent was holding back. However, I have a lot of confidence in Xiao Lu!"

"Oh... I haven't had much experience in competitions before, thank you Coach Jiang for your generous guidance, haha!" Seeing that the situation was almost awkward, Yu Weiming, being a seasoned veteran in the arena, defused the awkwardness with a simple bow and a laugh.

At this point, Wang Qiao and the other coaches had focused their attention on the race. Zhang Huadong suddenly accelerated halfway through the second bend, his speed noticeably increasing.

Everyone's hearts skipped a beat. In the last 150 meters, Zhang Huadong finally started to accelerate.

In individual competitions, everyone needs to give their all throughout the entire race. It's already good enough if you can maintain your speed in the final moments. Zhang Huadong held back a bit in the early stages, which is why he was able to accelerate in the last 150 meters.

At this point, Lu Wei could clearly feel his speed starting to decrease. He was about to catch up with his opponent, but now the gap had stagnated and was even widening.

"I won't give up. Even if I run out of energy before the finish line, I'll give it my all. Every second I hold on gives me more hope!" Lu Wei gritted his teeth and increased his stride, maintaining his speed, but his overtaking speed slowed down considerably, and the two were basically evenly matched.

"Zhang Huadong's last 100 meters is probably around 11 seconds. He's been struggling in the 300 meters. If he can't even run that time, he might as well give up." Everyone felt a chill after hearing Coach Jiang's words. Lu Wei was about 2 meters behind his opponent. If his opponent ran 11 seconds, then he would have to run at least 10.7 seconds in the last 100 meters to have any hope of overtaking him.

However, he had already sprinted 300 meters, so there was probably no hope of achieving that result. Just keeping up with his opponents would be considered a great performance.

"Lu Wei's face looks terrible, like a purple eggplant!" Zhang Yuan was worried for Lu Wei. He had been on the sidelines after running the first leg, and he could see Lu Wei's expression as he entered the last straight.

Tang Yang and Wu Bin, standing nearby, were too nervous to speak. They had completely forgotten about the post-match "acid removal" and were just standing there watching.

"Damn it, my legs don't even feel like my own anymore..." In the final moments of the 400-meter race, my body had exceeded the limits of anaerobic exercise, and my body could only produce energy and lactic acid by breaking down glycogen.

The buildup of lactic acid made Lu Wei feel like he was running in water, with great resistance with every step, and his muscles started to ache, making it increasingly difficult to exert force.

With 50 meters to go and a gap of about 2 meters between the two, everyone was about to give up.

"Lu Wei, speed up! Don't let me lose the championship!" Wu Bin probably used all his strength to shout this, otherwise, given the noise level of the arena, Lu Wei would have had a hard time hearing him.

This roar invigorated Lu Wei: "This piece of trash is willing to fight tooth and nail for this championship, so what can't I fight for? I'm the strongest in this event!"

Thinking of this, Lu Wei roared and stomped his legs hard on the ground, finally breaking the stalemate that had lasted for so long between the two.

"Wow! Hulk is going berserk!" The audience's emotions were ignited by Lu Wei's sprint, and some audience members even gave Lu Wei a nickname.

Zhang Huadong was starting to panic. There were less than 20 meters left, and he was still leading by 1 meter. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Lu Wei getting closer and closer: "Is he crazy? He seemed to have the victory in his grasp just now, and now he's accelerating again. This doesn't make sense!"

Zhang Huadong exerted all his strength, gritting his teeth and pushing forward. He was getting closer and closer to the finish line, and Lu Wei was about to catch up. They were almost at the finish line, but he was becoming more and more panicked.

Lu Wei's facial expression had become extremely ferocious. There was still one step to the finish line, and the two of them were already at the same level.

In the final stretch to the finish line, both athletes strained to touch the line, and they crossed the finish line at the same time. At that moment, the audience erupted in a deafening roar of cheers, a level of cheers that only Liu Xiang had experienced in this competition.

After crossing the finish line, both men raised their arms in triumph. They had given their all in the sprint, the outcome hanging by a thread. Both believed that by crossing first, their team would win the gold medal.

Regardless, neither of them had any regrets, and the final outcome can only be determined by modern technology.