Orc Undead Sports Warrior

Coach Jiang thought to himself, he could tell that Wu Bin's preemptive strike in the game was nothing short of a gamble. He was betting on establishing an early advantage, disrupting the rhythm of the other three players, and thus maintaining that advantage in the later stages.

Hu Yuan was not disrupted by his opponent's actions at this moment; his cornering skills were arguably the best among the four.

Thanks to this advantage, his speed wasn't much slower than the other two. Tang Yang was also suppressing his own pace at this moment. He knew that defeating Hu Yuan would probably be difficult, but he still had a good chance of making it into the top 3.

Halfway down the curve, just before turning onto the straight, Hu Yuan began to accelerate.

"Wow, the race is so intense! The lane 6 rider is in first place now. I wonder if he can hold on to his lead. But it looks like the other three are faster. What's going on?" Some amateur enthusiasts had forgotten about the starting lane order and mistakenly thought that Tang Yang was ahead of the others.

"Don't you have any common sense? The runner in lane 6 was already in front when he started. Look at the runners behind him, they are much closer to him than they were at the start. He definitely isn't in first place."

As the four team members were about to exit the bend, the cheers from the audience grew louder in unison. The intense battle between the four competitors clearly stimulated the audience's adrenaline.

The four coaches present were also extremely excited at this moment. The three coaches who had players competing were watching the players' final sprint on the field with their eyes glued to the screen.

Although Coach Jiang remained uninvolved, he secretly praised the performance of these team members. Ningcheng's 400-meter level is not outstanding nationally, but with a group of equally matched athletes competing against each other, everyone's performance has great potential for improvement.

At this point, all four team members had surged out of the bend and onto the straight. Wu Bin, in lane 3, took the lead, nearly 2 meters ahead of Lu Wei. Hu Yuan and Tang Yang had also begun their final sprint. If they slowed down at this point, the race would definitely fall apart.

Hu Yuan was already close to Lu Wei, and with this acceleration, he was almost neck and neck with him. Tang Yang was in fourth place at this time, less than a meter behind the two of them.

"Damn it, my muscles are sore and my limbs are weak again..." At this moment, it was the stage where muscle glycogen was broken down into glucose and lactic acid, a byproduct. Lu Wei felt a lot of pain in his body and mind. In his previous life, he rarely experienced such painful moments because of his talent. However, he still gritted his teeth and pushed off the ground.

After a 10-meter standoff, Lu Wei felt his body growing heavier and heavier, and every step required immense physical exertion. At this point, Wu Bin's situation was even worse; Lu Wei could clearly feel the gap between them narrowing.

However, Hu Yuan seemed to be in much better condition. The orc, who had been strong and healthy since childhood, could feel that Hu Yuan's rhythm was steady, his push-off was powerful, and the distance of each step was almost the same. At this time, Hu Yuan was already at the same level as him.

"How can he maintain such a steady pace? Doesn't he get tired? My body is clearly more suited to exercise than his. What were the previous owners of this body doing...?"

Lu Wei gritted his teeth and pushed hard, finally overtaking Wu Bin with 50 meters to go. Wu Bin's pace was completely erratic now. It was definitely due to declining physical strength and the presence of pursuers behind him; his mind was in disarray.

Lu Wei had already mentally sentenced Wu Bin to death in the championship race. However, at this moment, Hu Yuan had already overtaken him by two body lengths, sending away the attention-seeking fool. The real expert had surpassed him, and Tang Yang's eagerness to try behind him made Lu Wei, who was already struggling, even more furious.

"The orcs cannot lose! Even if we come to a new world, I will defend the honor of the orcs!" Lu Wei gasped for breath, feeling as if his internal organs were on fire. This suffocating feeling was driving him crazy.

As Hu Yuan passed Lu Wei, he could already sense that Lu Wei's pace was a bit erratic, with each step appearing as if he were about to strike with all his might. In his mind, Hu Yuan had already sentenced Lu Wei to a "suspended death sentence."

If he couldn't adjust to any part of this running style, he would become the next Wu Bin. Thinking of this, a smile unconsciously appeared on Hu Yuan's face. Discovering that his opponent was showing signs of weakness in the final stages of the game was one of the greatest joys in life. Hu Yuan gradually began to relax; it seemed like it would be another final match that would be thrilling but ultimately safe.

"Look, the first place can only be decided between these two. They can still run so fast at this time! I would be exhausted by now!"

"What kind of look is that? If you say that again, don't say I know you. This big guy is obviously done for; the team from lane 5 is about to finish him off. This guy from lane 4 is such a waste of his good physique; he's getting completely crushed. What a piece of trash!"

The person who was mocking Lu Wei stood on the inside of the track, staring at Lu Wei with an open look of utter contempt.

"What kind of look is that? Even someone who looks so sleazy dares to look down on me. I can't let this scoundrel laugh at me. I'll fight!" Lu Wei was very sensitive to human contempt. This audience member's disdainful look ignited his fighting spirit like a wildfire.

Wang Qiao felt a little down after seeing Lu Wei, whose rhythm had become chaotic after entering the straightaway, be overtaken by Hu Yuan. Given the situation, once overtaken by the experienced Hu Yuan, the possibility of him overtaking Lu Wei was almost nonexistent.

Although the current results have far exceeded expectations, Wang Qiao is still somewhat unwilling: "What happened to the championship..." After all, he was born as an athlete, and even after becoming a coach, he does not want to be second to anyone.

When the top two were less than 30 meters from the finish line, Wang Qiao's pupils suddenly dilated. Lu Wei, who had just been "half-dead," suddenly began to accelerate with all his might, and it was clear to the naked eye that the distance between him and Hu Yuan was gradually decreasing.

Lu Wei's powerful sprint at the last moment ignited the entire stadium, and the sports fans who came to watch the game began to unleash their energy, cheering at the highest decibel level.

The instinctive sympathy people have for the less fortunate led the audience to overwhelmingly support Lu Wei: "4th place! 4th place! 4th place!"

Hu Yuan believed he had the victory in the bag and that taking first place was only a matter of time, so the sudden cheers from the audience puzzled him.

"They're already washed up, what big waves are they trying to make? The foundation of mass sports in China is really weak; they're producing nothing but sports idiots..."

While Hu Yuan was still secretly grumbling to himself, he suddenly noticed that Lu Weigan was coming up from his left, and his figure had already entered his field of vision.

"How is this possible? This guy's rhythm was already off, how could he still overtake him!" While he was still in astonishment, Lu Wei was almost parallel to him.

"What the hell! I can't lose, I'm almost at the finish line, I can hold on!" Hu Yuan was also sprinting towards the finish line with all his might.

Seeing Lu Wei grit his teeth and sprint towards the finish line with all his might, Wang Qiao involuntarily clenched his fist and shouted, "Lu Wei, keep going!"

With 10 meters to go before the finish line, the two engaged in a final showdown. Lu Wei, standing at 1.86 meters tall, exerted all his strength to push off the ground, his mind now focused on only one thing: to defeat all his opponents and win the championship.

With a moment to go before the finish line, Lu Wei had taken a slight lead, and both of them made a desperate effort to stick their heads out and touch the finish line.

The instant he crossed the finish line, Lu Wei raised his hands high: "Ah...ah! Don't even think about beating me!" At that moment, the excitement of victory had overshadowed his physical fatigue. Having gritted his teeth and endured the most difficult moment, Lu Wei felt a sense of exhilaration as if he had broken through his limits.

On the sidelines, Wang Qiao also raised his arms high, unable to contain his excitement any longer.

"You've really made me proud!"