Orc Undead Sports Warrior

On August 31, the Osaka World Athletics Championships reached its climax, with many final events today, including the men's 4x100m relay preliminary rounds.

Lu Wei has three events to participate in today: the men's javelin qualifying round, the men's 4x100m relay preliminary round, and the 400m final. Lu Wei is quite busy today.

Because the qualifying rounds were scheduled for 9:30 a.m. local time, Lu Wei got up two hours earlier.

It wasn't because Lu Wei was diligent; competitive sports require the body to be in an active state. The match was at 9:30, and arriving at 9:25 meant he was going to school.

In their previous lives, when preparing for battle, each orc would be ready several hours in advance. Those orcs with poor discipline would basically be buried in the ground after one battle, while those who were lucky enough to survive would become disciplined warriors.

For example, if the women's 20km race walk is scheduled for 8:00 AM, the athletes usually get up before 6:00 AM to prepare. After breakfast, digestion takes about an hour, and by the time they warm up, it's already 7:00 AM.

Check-in usually begins 30 minutes before the match, leaving very little time after that. Even if preparations are made within that timeframe, players typically only have about 30 minutes to warm up, which is a significant amount of preparation time for top-level international competitions.

When Lu Wei arrived at the venue, the women's 20km race walk had already started. After warming up and stretching his body, the race registration process had already begun.

Many athletes fail to perform at their normal level during competitions because they are too nervous, leading to excessive loss of physical energy. Others fail because the pace of the competition leaves them too little time to adjust, making it impossible for their bodies to find the feeling they have during training. In such cases, their performance will inevitably suffer.

However, there were those who didn't believe in such things. One such person was Pitkamaki, the Finnish javelin world champion. Just before check-in, this big guy hurriedly ran out of the athletes' tunnel.

There were 35 players participating in the qualifying rounds, divided into two groups, A and B. He and Lu Wei were both placed in group A. Lu Wei glanced at the person; he was about the same height as Lu Wei, but the person seemed a bit unkempt.

He was the "culprit" who caused the javelin to pierce the body of a French long jumper during a javelin throw error at the Golden Grand Prix.

He seemed lazy and not very focused. After seeing him in person, Lu Wei felt that this couldn't be more fitting for him.

After check-in, while everyone else was waiting for the competition, he was still doing stretching exercises; that jog distance was probably just a warm-up.

"It seems that sometimes you really do need talent. It's unbelievable that this guy can steal more than 90 meters for three years in a row." Lu Wei stopped paying attention to him and began to meditate before the competition, familiarizing himself with the movements in his mind.

The qualifying rounds began soon. Peter Kamaki was the third player to appear among all the team members, and Lu Wei was the sixth. At least they didn't have to wait in line anymore.

Today's qualifying results were set rather simply and bluntly: 81 meters. If you passed, you could go back to your room and sleep; if you didn't, you could pray to the gods and hope that others would have worse results.

When Peter Camaraki was about to throw his first throw, his legs buckled and he almost knelt on the ground. He barely managed to throw it 70 meters. It was quite good that he could throw that far while losing his balance.

Lu Wei initially thought he would go out of bounds, and even an invalid result would be better than this. Unexpectedly, he shouted "%￥%!" and left. I couldn't understand it, but it was probably a Finnish swear word.

"They've even abandoned all sense of shame..." Lu Wei shook his head helplessly. The world of a genius is indeed different from that of others.

Finally, it was Lu Wei's turn to appear. The qualification lines were marked, and he imagined an enemy about to run beyond the yellow qualification line. Then he rushed up and launched a hunting throw, the javelin flying rapidly through the air towards his "prey," accurately landing about 1 meter outside the qualification line.

The referee raised the white flag, and the qualifying round ended just like that.

Lu Wei grabbed his sports bag and headed towards the stands, not intending to watch anyone else's game. The qualifying rounds wouldn't produce any amazing results; most of those who passed wouldn't exceed the qualifying line by much. To throw a long distance required pushing your physical condition to a very high level; only a madman would go all out in the qualifying rounds.

The men's decathlon 100-meter race is underway on the track.

The athletes' times in this event are generally around 10.6 to 11.1 seconds. The decathlon places too high demands on athletes. They need to be equally strong in each event. There is simply no time to train each event to be outstanding. Time is a major issue. If you have a few key events and your level in the other events is above average, you can be a podium athlete.

The race had just ended, and no other events were being held at the track and field stadium. The big screen had already started broadcasting footage of the 20-kilometer race walk, and the staff were busy with preparations. It turned out that the race walk was about to end.

After waiting for a while, Lu Wei saw a player in a blue tracksuit walk onto the field. She was a Russian player, and a close-up of her expression was playing on the big screen.

This athlete looked like a seasoned veteran. She glanced back and noticed that the team members behind her hadn't caught up, so her steps became steady and measured.

The close-up shot then focused on her feet, the area where the referee could send off a player for a foul. She simply watched her own movements on the screen as she walked.

"How cunning!" the race walking coach next to me couldn't help but complain.

Next came another player in a blue team uniform, another Russian player. Not long after she entered, a player in a red team uniform followed closely behind her.

"Hey, look! It's our people!" Everyone cheered happily.

"Take a closer look, okay? Are you still half asleep? That's a Spanish player..."

The big screen showed a close-up of the last two people, and sure enough, it was a Spanish team member chasing after a Russian team member. However, she was too close to the finish line and ultimately failed to overtake her.

"We've lost another gold medal event..." one of the coaches said, and the other coaches sighed as well.

"Coach Jiang, you guys keep watching. I'm going back to rest. I still have to prepare for the relay race this afternoon, so I'll be going now." There weren't any events in the later part of the morning's competition that Lu Wei wasn't too interested in. Watching some people sighing and complaining was less appealing than going back to the hotel to catch up on sleep. There were still two competitions tonight.

On the podium, Feng Yong frowned deeply. On the seventh day of the competition, the Chinese track and field team had only managed a bronze medal in the women's hammer throw; the other team members had won nothing. Faced with this result, he could only feel deep distress.