Orc Undead Sports Warrior

"The next two ranked players, Majewski and Vadounik, also failed to improve their personal bests in this tournament. Majewski, in particular, had already achieved his personal best in this competition, while Vadounik of Slovenia also achieved his season best. Breaking through personal limitations in a tournament is not easy, and these two players are unlikely to see much improvement in their results this year!"

Yang Li was indeed outspoken during the competition. With two shots remaining, he made a judgment on the two athletes. If it weren't for his past as an athlete and his many years of experience as a track and field commentator, no one else would dare to make such a statement.

"The next five athletes all have the ability to challenge for the top three, or even win the championship. It all depends on their performance today. Currently, Hofa's performance is temporarily in the lead, and his performance throughout the year has been very stable. Lu Wei is undoubtedly the dark horse that has emerged in this competition. How well he performs as a dark horse will depend on how the competition progresses. After so many years of track and field commentary, this is the first time I've felt my heart race during a world-class men's shot put competition!"

"Now on the screen is Dutchman Ruger Smith, who won the silver medal at the 2005 Helsinki World Championships with his outstanding performance in the last three throws. His characteristic is that he is a little slow to get into form, and he usually creates his best score in the fourth or fifth throw. Let's see how this 1.97-meter giant throws."

As Yang Li finished speaking, Ruger Smith had already slightly raised his left leg. With the audience clapping their hands rhythmically, his center of gravity was very low, and his nearly 2-meter-tall figure looked completely compressed into a ball.

"Ruger Smith is spinning! Release! This time his whole motion is smooth, it feels like it's done in one go. This throw should be over 21 meters, Lu Wei is in a bit of danger, let's see how this throw goes!"

About a minute later, Ruger Smith's score was displayed on the electronic screen.

"Wow! Ruger Smith is still doing what he always does in previous competitions, achieving a great result in his last three throws. His result is 21.13 meters, almost surpassing Lu Wei. What a close call! Lu Wei should feel the pressure in the upcoming competition. With this throw, Ruger Smith has climbed to 3rd place!"

Yang Li's tone clearly carried a sense of relief.

At this moment, the camera switched to Luger Smith, who regretfully swung his arm, just 2 centimeters away from surpassing Lu Wei in the rankings.

The broadcast then switched to Lu Wei in the rest area. His expression didn't change much, showing no sign of almost being overtaken by his opponent. The camera angle didn't switch to the big screen, so the home crowd didn't react.

The next Belarusian player, Miknevich, had just stepped onto the throwing arc when he let out a loud shout and clapped enthusiastically towards the audience, signaling for them to give him a rhythmic clap.

"Miknevic seemed very excited throughout the day, almost always throwing without holding back. He has a wealth of experience and was using the applause from the audience to regulate his emotions. He was about to shoot, spinning, and releasing! Miknevic roared from the moment the shot put left the ground until it landed. Wow, that shot went even further than Ruger Smith's. If the result is valid, Lu Wei's ranking will probably slip to third place."

You could hear a hint of regret in Yang Li's voice.

"The referee in the field raised a white flag to indicate that the result was valid. Let's see how Myknevic did... Oh! His result was 21.27 meters. With this throw, his result jumped to second place, while Lu Wei's result slipped to third place. There are still 3 players left for the fourth throw. After Nelson and Lu Wei come out, the rankings are likely to change again."

Adam Nelson, now 42 years old, walked to the middle of the throwing arc. He appeared to be just over 1.8 meters tall, with a receding hairline and, like most shot putters, a rather portly figure. In everyday life, it would be difficult for most people to equate this somewhat greasy-looking man with a top shot putter.

The home crowd erupted in enthusiastic applause as soon as he appeared.

“Now, any player who has a chance to beat Lu Wei is getting extra attention from the home crowd. This is really something…” Coach Jiang started joking about Lu Wei's situation. He wanted to relieve Wang Qiao's mental pressure. If Nelson had performed at his normal level, Lu Wei's ranking would have slipped out of the top 3.

For a player under 20 years old, ranking high in a world-class competition and then being constantly overtaken must be incredibly stressful. Wang Qiao is feeling very heavy-hearted; he's worried that Lu Wei won't be able to perform at his normal level in the upcoming matches under these circumstances.

Hearing what Coach Jiang said, he simply smiled in agreement. As Lu Wei's coach, besides his parents, Wang Qiao was probably the one who cared about him the most.

"What was bound to happen has happened. It was only a matter of time before Nelson achieved this result. You can't rely on luck in a game. If you want to get good results, you still have to rely on yourself!" Coach Jiang patted Wang Qiao on the shoulder. Having been a coach for decades, he knew very well the helplessness Wang Qiao felt at this moment. He couldn't change the situation and could only worry anxiously from the sidelines.

Adam Nelson finished second in the fourth round with a jump of 21.55 meters, trailing only his compatriot Hoffa.

At this point, Wang Qiao himself was unsure what to do. After all, his experience leading a team was limited, and this was the first time he had experienced such a situation. Not to mention Lu Wei, even his own legs were trembling.

Lu Wei, on the other hand, seemed to be in high spirits. The home crowd noticed that no matter how much they booed him, Lu Wei still walked with his head held high.

After pausing briefly in the arc, Lu Wei immediately began the next movement. His spinning speed was very fast, and starting from the third throw, he increased the rhythm of his spinning motion.

"Lu Wei's spin was very powerful this time, but he released the ball a little too late, resulting in a very off-center angle!"

Lu Wei's throw was 21.07 meters, which did not surpass his previous high of 21.15 meters.

"Boy, go home!" American team member Hoffa whispered in Lu Wei's ear as he walked past him.

Lu Wei understood English, and he knew that it was insulting for adults to call each other "boy." So he grabbed Hoffa's arm: "Who are you calling a boy, fatso!"

Hofa originally thought Lu Wei didn't understand English, but he didn't expect that Lu Wei could understand him even though his voice wasn't loud. However, facing this young man who was almost a head taller than him, he didn't back down at all and slapped Lu Wei's arm away.

"I'm telling you, you don't look like a shot putter, you look like a sissy leading a workout routine for middle-aged women at a gym. You're not even fully grown yet, but today I'm going to show you what experience and ability really mean. If you want to win a championship, you can't do it today, you can't do it tomorrow, you can't do it while I'm around. Get out of my way!"

This Hofa didn't seem afraid of Lu Wei at all. Even though he had fully released his aura, the other party was still not afraid.

"Try saying 'boy' again, you fatso!"

"You're not a boy, you have no gender, talking to you is like walking a dog!"

The two talked and got closer and closer, and the surrounding athletes had to forcefully separate them.

"Please watch your words and actions. If you are caught doing it again, you will be immediately disqualified from the competition," the referee's words immediately eased the tension.

In that one throw, Hofa achieved a distance of 21.86 meters, leaving the other team members far behind.

He pointed at Lu Wei with his finger, saying, "You're finished, loser!"

Lu Wei, standing not far away, grinned menacingly as the match intensified.