Orc Undead Sports Warrior

In the 100-meter race, the last leg is almost always run by the fastest person on each relay team. In this level of competition, no one can easily defeat their opponent.

The small mistake just now cost the Chinese track and field team 0.3 seconds. After they started running, Lu Wei realized that it was easy to lose time, but it was extremely difficult to catch up.

After running nearly 50 meters, he was only two body lengths behind the Brazilian team. At this point, he was still more than 3 meters behind the Japanese and British teams. Based on this pace, he would likely finish 4th or 5th at most when he reached the finish line.

Lu Wei grew increasingly agitated as he ran. Although he knew that losing his composure at this moment would be a major mistake, he clearly had the ability to stand on the podium, and the opportunity seemed so close yet so far away.

Lu Wei went into a frenzy, and he ran forward as fast as he could.

During pre-race training, the other three team members expressed their envy and said they also wanted a medal. At that time, Lu Wei boasted that as long as they ran their best and did what they were supposed to do, he would send them to the podium.

Everyone else was going all out, but he made a mistake when it came to passing the baton. The more Lu Wei thought about it, the more agitated and angry he became. He felt that his emotions had spiraled out of control, like a maddened beast.

Just then, he felt that same exhilarating feeling from the 400-meter final return.

Lu Wei was now running forward like he was on steroids.

The broadcast camera was initially using a close-up shot to show Powell chasing Dixon, the fourth runner for the US team. However, after noticing Lu Wei's explosive performance, the camera immediately switched to a wide shot to include the top six relay teams.

The broadcast footage was also playing simultaneously on the big screen, and spectators who were farther away from the track saw the changes on the field and exclaimed in surprise.

"Lu Wei! You surpassed Brazil, beat Japan, and Great Britain! Great Britain, you fought hard, you fought hard! Lu Wei succeeded! The Chinese relay team has won 3rd place in this competition! Congratulations Lu Wei! Congratulations Shen Liang! Congratulations Zhang Yuanteng! Congratulations Hu Huo! Today we defeated ourselves, and we are proud of you!"

In the instant Lu Wei unleashed his power, the last runners of the Brazilian, Japanese, and British teams felt powerless. They all felt as if they had been overtaken by Lu Wei in an instant, like in a fixed obstacle course. Except for the fourth runner of the British team, who struggled for 10 meters, the fourth runners of the Brazilian team felt that Lu Wei was just a gust of wind.

Commentators Yang Li and Liu Feiren's voices began to choke at this point. They roared until their voices became a little hoarse before they could control themselves.

"Hooray! Liu Feiren has already rushed onto the track to celebrate with the relay team. Congratulations to the relay team! Congratulations to the Chinese track and field team for making history!"

The US team's time was 37.78 seconds, breaking the world record just broken by Jamaica yesterday. Jamaica's time was 37.89 seconds, also a personal best. The Chinese team's time was 37.99 seconds, not far behind their competitors. This time also broke the Asian record set by Japan yesterday. Fantastic, guys!

After crossing the finish line, Lu Wei roared, venting all his frustration. Although he only finished third in the race, he fulfilled his promise and brought his brothers to the podium.

The other three members of the relay team rushed over eagerly after Lu Wei crossed the finish line, but Lu Wei didn't celebrate wildly. He raised his arms high, waiting at the finish line like a general for his soldiers to arrive.

The tallest of the other three team members was Zhang Yuanteng, who had already rushed into Lu Wei's arms. Standing over 1.8 meters tall, he felt as small as a child in front of Lu Wei. Hu Huo and Shen Liang also rushed into Lu Wei's arms.

What was supposed to be a hug turned into this scene. Liu Feiren brought a national flag from the sidelines, and the five of them, draped in the flag, circled the field to thank the Chinese audience who came to cheer for their motherland.

"I promised you I would lead you to the podium, and I have done it. Next year we will go even further, just you wait and see. I'm still making that promise to you now!"

Lu Wei extended his large hand, and the others followed suit: "Go Olympics!"

During the awards ceremony, the United States team, Jamaica team, and China team stood on the podium one after another. When the name of the China relay team was announced, the four team members draped themselves in the national flag and jumped onto the podium.

Although their national anthem wasn't played, Hu Huo, Zhang Yuanteng, and Shen Liang all had tears in their eyes as they watched the national flag slowly rise. From the very first day of their sprint training, their goal was to stand on the world's highest podium, and now their dream had finally come true. Recalling the joys and hardships of their usual training, each of them felt both gratified and moved.

Lu Wei felt a pang of emotion. Since coming into this world, he had always lived in his own world, making all his choices based on his emotions. When he was happy, he would train hard; when he was unhappy, he would act recklessly. Now he finally realized how much his behavior affected others.

Perhaps in this world, I can help more people live the lives they want. Even if I can't help everyone, helping even one more person would be a worthwhile experience of being reborn.

Not far away, the four Japanese relay team members stood on the grass watching Lu Wei lead the other three team members onto the podium. Seeing the Chinese relay team, previously far inferior to their own, stand on the podium on their home turf, they felt a deep bitterness.

"Asahara-kun, we clearly gave it our all, but we still couldn't stand on the podium in the end. Is Lu Wei a monster? His explosive power at the last moment was simply despair-inducing. When we formed the team, our goal was to win the world championship. Now, not only can we not make up for the gap in strength with the United States, Jamaica, and Great Britain, but now the Chinese team has also appeared. It's really disheartening."

After Shingo Suetsugu finished speaking, Naoki Tsukahara and Shinji Takahira both lowered their heads and remained silent. They knew that with their individual abilities, even if they trained for several lifetimes, they would never be able to enter the finals of the world championships, let alone win a medal.

Just when hope seemed within reach, the emergence of the Chinese team made things feel incredibly bleak. The appearance of a single strong player is more effective than years of arduous training.

"Damn it, look at how listless you are! You should be ashamed of your cowardice. I haven't given up at this age, and you've already surrendered. Next year is my last year. I'll retire after the Olympics. You need to seize the time and continue to train hard. Starting tomorrow, you're not allowed to be so down!"

"Yes!" Nobuharu Asahara's commanding tone boosted everyone's morale once again.

In the Huaxia Track and Field Team's area, the coaches and athletes were also immersed in joy. Feng Yong looked spirited and personally walked over to Zou Zhen and gave him a hug: "They say that having an elder in the family is like having a treasure. Today, our relay team has once again proven this truth. Coach Zou, thank you for your hard work!"

"Not at all! Today's achievement is thanks first to the leadership for making the decisive decision to include Lu Wei in the team, second to Coach Jiang, Coach Wang, and Coach Mai, and third to the team members for their hard training and fighting spirit. I am just a team leader!"

Zou Zhen was not one to take credit for others' work. While his superiors praised him, he also shared the credit with everyone who contributed to the 4x100m relay.