Orc Undead Sports Warrior

Just then, Lu Wei came up carrying a large bottle of water, drinking it as he pointed to the urine testing room.

After taking a big gulp of water, he said to Matsushita, "Then hurry up, don't waste my time!"

Having just engaged in strenuous exercise, Lu Wei felt no urge to urinate. So he could only take a large bottle of mineral water and drink it as he walked.

The man walking beside him, Matsushita, remained as composed as ever, as if the more urgent Lu Wei's time was, the more relaxed and cheerful he became.

"Hurry up, you idiot! These are the only ways you can affect our results now. Don't worry, I'll pee a little more later and save some for you. You've already relaxed, so hurry home and get some treatment!"

Lu Wei got angry at the Japanese man's unhurried manner and dragged him to the studio.

This time, Lu Wei ran back to the area where the Chinese Athletics Team was located from the studio in 20 minutes: "Come on, hurry up and give me that big sword!"

Seeing Lu Wei's energetic appearance, Wang Qiao, who had been worried about his fatigue, felt half relieved. The other half needed to be verified through a competition; the intensity of a 100-meter race was not something that could be recovered from in just a few runs.

If it's just normal activity, then it won't have much of an impact. However, if you want to do more intense exercise, the muscle fatigue probably won't subside so quickly.

The long-awaited swordplay was barely finished in an hour before the 400-meter final check-in time was approaching.

On the way to check-in, the 200-meter final began, and Bolt was only 21 years old. Lu Wei's first impression of him was that he had never participated in strength training in the previous 21 years, and he ran like a big bamboo pole.

When he ran, his legs seemed weak and limp. However, his performance and rhythm were astonishing; once he entered the straightaway, only Guy could keep him in check.

Without strength training, Bolt's muscle strength is no different from that of a teenager. In the first 150 meters, Guy only had a slight advantage over him, but in the last 50 meters, the difference in physical strength became apparent.

Bolt's face contorted from exerting too much force, but it did nothing to change the widening gap between them.

盖伊逐渐拉开了和博尔特之间的差距，以19秒76的成绩获得了男子200米比赛的金牌，博尔特以19秒91的成绩屈居第2。

Such an achievement is definitely commendable for an athlete who has just entered the world stage.

After winning the championship, Guy was extremely excited, shouting loudly into the audience. When the camera zoomed in, he yelled at the camera, looking utterly arrogant.

Judging from his results, he certainly has the right to be arrogant. In the 100-meter and 200-meter races, he defeated two Jamaican champions, solidifying his position as a top American sprinter.

The still somewhat immature Bolt was also very happy at this moment. After all, this was his first medal in a major world competition. His silly grin clearly showed that he was a big boy.

This swift and agile man stepped onto the highest stage of world athletics.

The 400m final was immediately followed by the 200m final.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Lu Wei is standing in lane 1, De Zhen from France is in lane 2, Chris Brown from the Bahamas is in lane 3. Lanes 4 to 6 are Jermaine Wariner, LaShawn Merritt and Angelo Taylor from the United States, John Wiesmann from Sweden is in lane 7, and Taylor Christopher from Canada is in lane 8."

The commentator appeared to be in high spirits.

"It seems that Lu Wei's seven opponents are all tough nut to crack. Taking down just one would be a victory!" Lu's father didn't have high hopes for his son's prospects in the finals. The opponents were too strong. Their best times were all under 44.5 seconds. The lineup of these opponents was definitely not to be underestimated.

Lu Wei stood on lane 1, watching every move of the team members in front of him.

Varina's detachment, Merritt's arrogance, and Angelo Taylor's composure set him apart from the other players.

Even the other opponents, including a formidable player like Brown, seemed to be suppressing their nervousness. That's how world-class tournaments are; in the Gold League, other players might be able to put up a fight against the top players, but when the top players are not in good form, they will definitely not fight to the death with other players for a single point.

However, in such a grand setting, everyone made the most thorough preparations before the competition, and the difference between a master and an ordinary person is reflected in every detail of the game.

Lu Wei was also a little apprehensive, but because he had experienced so much in his past life, he could look at this moment from an objective perspective.

If they run this race steadily, they're probably destined for a bottom-3 finish. But if they take a gamble from the start, there might be a chance for a turnaround.

At this moment, Lu Wei was still thinking about the moment when he made his final sprint in the semi-finals, but he didn't know how to activate this mode.

"I'll give it my all. There's no difference between 6th and 8th place, so I might as well fight until I'm desperate. Let's do it!" With that thought, Lu Wei made up his mind.

“￥%￥%!” The Japanese referee uttered a few words, which meant “ready”.

Lu Wei squatted in front of the starting blocks and gave them a final push to check their placement.

Chris Brown yelled as he entered the lane, then repeatedly slapped the outside of his thighs with both hands. At this moment, the arena was very quiet, and the sound of him slapping his thighs could be heard by almost the entire audience.

“￥￥$!” This should mean “ready”. The athletes all raised their bodies and waited quietly for the next moment to arrive.

The starting gun fired immediately, and the eight men rushed off the track as if their lives depended on it.

Lu Wei gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage, having unleashed almost his full power at the start.

"Dear viewers, the 400-meter final has begun. After the start, Lu Wei showed a strong drive forward and didn't hold back much. It's clear that he's really letting loose in the final!"

Of the three members of the American team, Rashon Merritt had the most aggressive start, and he and Lu Wei should have taken the lead over the other opponents after the start.

Lu Wei's pace on the straightaways was noticeably too fast! At that speed, can he maintain it in the final moments? He'll probably run those 100 meters in under 11 seconds!

At the Changju Stadium, Lu Wei's start surprised everyone present.

"Oh dear, that's too reckless! At this pace, he's definitely going to get 8th place! He's only been in the 100-meter relay for an hour, and he's already running at such a high pace. Can his muscles handle it? It's just reckless!" Shingo Suetsugu said with a hint of schadenfreude. They had all heard about Lu Wei's pre-race medical examination.

"Let's just focus on ourselves. All we need to do in other people's arenas is our eyes and ears!" said Nobuharu Asahara. Although he was disgusted by the behavior of the Japan Athletics Federation, from the perspective of national honor, a rising sporting power was not really beneficial to Japan.

At the end of the first straight, Lu Wei had already overtaken French runner De Zhen in lane 2. Gasps immediately erupted from the stands; this wasn't running the 400 meters, it was practically a death-defying stunt!