Orc Undead Sports Warrior

"Wang Qiao, is this the tactic you set for Lu Wei before the race?" Coach Jiang seemed very impatient. Even a primary school student who has run 400 meters knows what the final result will be if Lu Wei runs like this.

"...I can't persuade him anymore. This kid agreed so readily offstage, his attitude was so sincere, he bragged like crazy, but onstage he just went with his gut feeling, and I couldn't convince him at all."

Wang Qiao also felt wronged. Everyone thought that meeting Lu Wei was like hooking up with a powerful figure, but no one knew that Lu Wei had now become a wild horse, so unruly that no one could control him.

But only a fool would willingly tell others about such a humiliating situation.

"He's so inexperienced! The world of track and field is a small, cutthroat world. There's a saying that goes, 'What goes around comes around.' He'll have diarrhea after these 200 meters, and I could easily beat him in the 300 meters. This is the performance of a fighter jet in last place! It's dazzling..."

Coach Jiang was gesticulating wildly when he talked about how he could easily beat Lu Wei. If Lu Wei could achieve good results, Wang Qiao would probably lose faith in love altogether.

“Even if Lu Wei sprints 1000 meters, I don’t believe you can outrun him…” Wang Qiao discovered that Coach Jiang’s greatest strength was his ability to make others feel relaxed during competitions, bringing back the feeling of being an athlete.

Even if they get thrashed in the 100 meters, as long as they finish the race, they'll still be 8th place. They're the real deal, the genuine article, and an honest and reliable World Championship finalist.

After thinking about it this way, Wang Qiao felt much better.

"You should understand the spirit of what others are saying. How can you be so unreliable..." Coach Jiang looked at him with a disappointed expression.

After entering the bend, Lu Wei had already softened up, and Wang Qiao felt that he could see the rise and fall of Lu Wei's upper body even from more than a hundred meters away.

Lu Wei was in a really bad mood on this bend. He could clearly not run anymore. At this moment, he felt like his lungs were like those of a 20-year-old heavy smoker, and he couldn't breathe properly.

Every breath made my body feel hot; I was almost parallel to Swedish teammate Johan Wiesmann when entering the corner.

As a result, after his speed dropped, his opponents overtook him one after another on the curves. He had barely run 300 meters when he was already nearing the bottom.

"Burn, my inner universe... Damn, where did the feeling from the semi-finals go?" Lu Wei recalled the feeling he had during the semi-finals. He felt a surge of power emanating from his dantian and spreading throughout his body. He felt like he was in an action movie, with inexhaustible strength.

The continuity of that movement is the stroke, compression, expansion, and exhaust... cough, I'm like an engine, forever repeating the piston movement, that feeling is so wonderful, after the sprint is over, I feel like I'm in a paradise, just a little tired.

But it was clear that the more anxious you were, the worse it would be, and the worse it would be, the more anxious you became. This back and forth created a psychological barrier within yourself.

"Is today's competition over just like that?" Over the past few months, Lu Wei has fully experienced the profound meaning of the fickleness of human relationships and the power of gossip.

If you fail even once, you will be nailed to the pillar of shame for the rest of your life.

At this moment, all sorts of words describing a man's inadequacy in a certain area flooded Lu Wei's mind. If this were his own work, after months of preparation, and everyone was supposed to see him alone in bed... no, he was supposed to be fighting seven world-class masters, but he couldn't continue the performance after 20 seconds, how would he end this?

That way, his name wouldn't be Lu Wei anymore, but Lu Buxing (meaning "unable to do anything").

The human brain is a strange and wonderful thing. These thoughts flashed through Lu Wei's mind in just a few seconds. It was only when the French black guy De Zhen ran past him on straight lane 2 that Lu Wei was brought back to reality.

It turns out that Dezhen did something bad last night. After meeting an Eastern European girl, he went to climb mountains with her and reached the summit seven times. After being a wolf seven times, being able to stand on the track today is a victory.

Originally, he planned to coast through the race and finish in 8th place, which would have been a perfect result for this World Championship. But unexpectedly, this silly Chinese kid was like Hulk before entering the corner, and like Oden after entering the corner.

Now De was really motivated. He decided to keep going until the finish line, and he could harvest any brain-dead, hamstring-strained, or impotent people he encountered.

As Dezhen ran past Lu Wei, he couldn't resist teasing him, "Goodbye, Mr. 20 Seconds!"

These words instantly enraged Lu Wei. He could admit his own shortcomings, but no one else could say that!

Which man would willingly have his time insulted? Lu Wei became furious.

After feeling a rush of blood to my head, followed by a surge of energy in my dantian, a warm current spread outwards, and that long-lost feeling from the semi-finals returned.

"Damn, that's the feeling! Let's go!" Although the feeling came a little late, it's better late than never.

Lu Wei once again unleashed the energy he had at the start, and the effect of pushing off the ground was clearly visible.

"Wow!" The audience gasped in surprise at Lu Wei's sprint.

This gave Lu Wei even more energy: "You guys have been booing me the whole time, haven't you? Now I'll show you what a real man is!"

No sooner said than done! Lu Wei, who had just fallen about ten meters behind Varina and was nearly five meters behind sixth place, caught up with the main group in the blink of an eye.

After running another 10 meters, Lu Wei overtook Canadian teammate Taylor Christopher, followed by John Weissman.

In just about 50 meters, Lu Wei improved his ranking to 5th.

"Holy crap, am I seeing things?!" Wang Qiao, who had resigned himself to his fate, suddenly stood up from the audience. Everything in front of him was like a fairy tale.

The magic continued. After another 15 meters, he overtook Chris Brown, which was so satisfying! That guy was the most arrogant. He pushed himself down in the semi-finals and then yelled. Now he can finally smell his own farts.

Lu Wei looked up and saw Varina running far ahead of him, while Angelo Taylor was only two body lengths in front of him, as if he could bump into him with a single movement.

After running less than 10 meters, Lu Wei blew Angelo Taylor's chrysanthemum again, and by this time he was ready to go up to the podium.

The team members were running around in a chaotic frenzy, and Lu Wei quickly surrounded them in a matter of seconds.

There were less than 25 meters left, and less than 3 meters away from Lassoon Merritt.

Now, Lu Wei looked like a 100-meter sprinter suddenly appearing on a 400-meter track—the contrast was too stark. The entire audience stood up; this moment completely ignited the atmosphere.

Merritt is running out of ideas now, and Lu Wei is the one with the fastest career advancement, so he's next.

In the final moments, Merritt's physical condition had deteriorated significantly, making it impossible for him to defeat Varina. Already in low spirits, he realized something was amiss after hearing the audience's reaction.

But at this moment, he dared not turn around casually, lest someone catch up with him and ruin his reputation.

The last 20 meters, just grit your teeth and you'll get there.