Orc Undead Sports Warrior

When Reese Hoffa and Lu Wei passed each other, neither turned to look at the other. His experience growing up in an orphanage taught him that when there was something important at hand, he should concentrate fully.

At this moment, he suppressed his emotions, not wanting Lu Wei to disrupt his rhythm.

Without his unique childhood experiences, Hoffa would likely have struggled to maintain his composure at this moment. He felt as if he had returned to the orphanage, constantly surrounded by people who provoked him. He had to fight back to avoid being bullied, yet he couldn't let these things disrupt his life.

Hoffa stood on the throwing arc, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Lu Wei not far away, who wasn't looking in their direction at this moment. He figured that perhaps Lu Wei's indifferent attitude was just a facade; no one could be indifferent to such an important moment.

After taking a deep breath, Hoffa lifted the shot put high and placed it on his chin. The broadcast camera gave him a close-up, showing Hoffa clenching his back teeth tightly.

Then comes a rapid one and a half spins, followed by the release of the shot put just before it hits the ground. Because Hofa is relatively short for a shot putter, he usually throws at a higher angle than other athletes, and this throw was even higher.

"My God, this little cannon is something else!" Wang Qiao exclaimed. When he saw the angle of Hoffa's shot, he thought the shot was definitely going to miss, but he didn't expect the distance to be quite far, comparable to Lu Wei's shot just now.

The scene is quite interesting; everyone in the audience has their eyes up, staring at the electronic screen.

"Wow! Hoffa's throw reached 21.98 meters, just 2 centimeters shy of the 22-meter mark. These two really went all out today. I wonder how Lu Wei will respond next. In any case, this competition is an important asset for 19-year-old Lu Wei in his long professional career!"

The audience erupted in cheers that grew louder and louder. The commentator kept gesturing for everyone to be quiet, and it took a long time to calm everyone down.

"Bang!" The referee fired the starting gun, and the men's 100-meter semi-final first heat had begun. In order to save time and make the race progress quickly, the referee did not give the athletes much time and fired the starting gun after giving the ready command.

7道的牙买加飞人阿萨法.鲍威尔从起跑开始一直处于领先状态，最后以10秒01的成绩获得了小组第1，巴哈马的德里克.阿特金斯紧随其后，获得小组第2，斯洛文尼亚选手奥索斯尼卡以10秒13的成绩获得小组第3，东道主朝原宣治又是凭借后程发力以10秒16获得小组第4。

All four players have advanced to the semifinals to be held tomorrow.

In the 100-meter semifinals, the top four in each group advance directly. In the preliminary rounds, apart from world-class athletes, other team members are basically randomly grouped. If they also advance directly based on their rankings, it might result in strong athletes being eliminated in stronger groups due to their lower rankings.

In the semi-finals, the team members were divided into different levels and groups based on their preliminary scores. The strength of each group was very even, and the top 4 teams advanced relatively fairly.

Of course, there is no absolute fairness in this world.

"Why isn't the broadcast switching back yet? I wonder how the final round went. It's driving me crazy!" Mrs. Lu slapped her thigh, not wanting the 100-meter race to remain on the broadcast screen any longer.

The scene then cuts back to the shot put arena. Majewski's final throw did not create a miracle. After his sixth throw, he applauded the audience to express his gratitude, and the audience responded with applause to the giant who was over 2 meters tall.

The scene then switched back to the 100-meter track, where Chinese athlete Shen Liang was placed in this group. There weren't any particularly outstanding athletes in this group, but Shen Liang's ability was not yet at the level of the semi-finals. His time in this race was over 10.30 seconds, clearly indicating that he was not yet capable of improving further.

"Shen Liang's professional career has just begun. It is already a good result to enter the semi-finals in his first world competition. Don't forget that he is only 17 years old this year. At our age, we are just entering university. At this age, Shen Liang is already representing his country with his own two legs and bearing unimaginable pressure. We wish him a bright future in his professional career and hope that he can bring about a qualitative leap in China's 100-meter performance."

"Okay, now the camera is back on the shot put. American veteran Adam Nelson, who was previously ranked 3rd, has finished his competition. His best result is 21.61 meters. Congratulations to him for winning 3rd place in the shot put event at this World Championships."

"Next up is Lu Wei. This is his last throwing opportunity of the game. Let's wait and see if he can deliver another outstanding performance!"

After introducing Lu Wei, Yang Li didn't continue speaking. Perhaps at this moment, he was also trying to adjust his state so that he wouldn't have an embarrassing moment like cracking his voice or losing control of his emotions during the following commentary.

"Regardless of the outcome of this shot, this young man has shown his potential, and we will definitely nurture him further!" Feng Yong said to a coach beside him, who nodded repeatedly in agreement. Feng Yong's eyes remained fixed on the court as he spoke, not because he was putting on airs, but because he was afraid that Lu Wei's final shot would be over in the blink of an eye.

Lu Wei stood in the throwing arc, quietly recalling his next move. He broke down the key points of the movement and repeated them three times before slowly opening his eyes.

After assuming the ready stance, Lu Wei suddenly accelerated, pivoting on his right foot and then switching to his left, a series of foot-switching movements that dazzled his opponents. Throughout the entire process, Lu Wei kept his body tightly contracted, and at the very moment he was about to strike, his body suddenly expanded like a spring. Utilizing the initial velocity generated by rotation, combined with the potential energy generated by the contraction and expansion, Lu Wei had already struck before even turning towards the target area.

"It's going to work! This move is almost perfect. Could there be a miracle?" Wang Qiao's mind raced with anticipation.

"Beautiful! Lu Wei's throw landed right on the 22-meter line. If the result is valid, he is very likely to surpass Hofa and rank first. Since the start of the competition, the Asian record has been like a toy to Lu Wei. He can play with it whenever he wants. Regardless of the outcome of today's competition, Lu Wei has undoubtedly made history. Congratulations to the Chinese track and field team for gaining another heavyweight athlete!"

Yang Li's language became disorganized again. At this moment, he couldn't control his emotions and blurted out almost everything that came to mind.

During the broadcast transition, the director would mark the leading players' scores with yellow lines on the broadcast screen. So while Wang Qiao and others on the field were still praying, Yang Li was already shouting and yelling in the broadcast transition.

This time, the wait for the results seemed longer than ever before. Wang Qiao suddenly remembered the year she was 10 years old. Time seemed to be endless, and she felt like she would never grow up. When she asked her parents about the year, the answer was always the same year, as if her life would forever remain in that time period.

Suddenly, the explosive cheers from the coaches and teammates around him pulled Wang Qiao back from his daze. He quickly looked at the big screen, which showed Lu Wei's result as 22.01 meters. Then, as if he were hallucinating, he felt the people around him talking to him in the distance, and everything became so unreal.

"What's wrong with you? Have you gone mad?" Coach Jiang's voice brought Wang Qiao back to reality.

Wang Qiao felt a mix of emotions. He wanted to jump up and cheer, but a wave of sadness washed over him. He thought to himself that he had already succeeded, but it felt different from when he was a sports coach in college. Back then, he imagined that success would be accompanied by a fierce, life-or-death struggle, and that winning would mean inflicting heavy damage on the opponent.

The feeling now is that although there is tension, the feeling on the court is no different from before; it's just an ordinary game. However, after Lu Wei's throw exceeded 22 meters, Wang Qiao felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

He couldn't bring himself to cheer loudly, nor did he feel any anguish. Both feelings were too intense; most emotions in life aren't usually that intense. He suppressed his urge to cry and gave Coach Jiang a firm hug.

Only when you succeed do you realize how difficult it was before. Regardless of whether Lu Wei wins the championship or the runner-up, they have already rewritten the history of Chinese men's shot put.