The Su God of the Reopening of the Sports Arena

Chapter 2442 9.40!! Super Record!! Shocking the World
Go crazy.

Totally crazy.

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Duo Shao???

Just open version 9.50.

You just pushed it straight to 9.40? ??

Even Yang Jian almost couldn't adapt; his cerebral blood vessels went berserk.

"Game start."

"Su Shen has been in the lead all the way."

"Continuously leading the way."

"No one can catch him; his only opponent in this shot is himself!"

"Speed ​​up! Zhao Haohuan didn't seem to perform particularly well with that shot!"

"We didn't catch up by a large margin later on!"

At that moment, Yang Jian said those words subconsciously.

Because of Zhao Haohuan, he watched so many matches between the two of them.

There is already an experience and a fixed impression.

How much more will Zhao Haohuan pursue later?

Let alone Yang Jian.

Other seasoned track and field fans in China, as long as they watch a lot, can also make a general judgment.

and so.

Yang Jian started by saying...

Zhao Haohuan did not perform well.

But in fact.

We'll find out later.

Zhao Haohuan certainly didn't perform poorly.

"Su Shen's final sprint!"

"Bend over!"

"Cover the line!"

"Undoubtedly number one, the result is..."

"Yes……"

"I rely on!!!"

When Yang Jian saw this number, he felt like his cerebellum was about to go haywire.

Because this number is just too...

It's a bit niche.

At least in the history of sprinting.

It's just too niche.

"9.40...it's 9.40!!! ...

"A new national record!"

"A new Asian record!"

"A new world record!!!"

"A new world record has been set!!!! It's been set!!!"

"Su Shen! Su Shen ran 9.40 seconds!!!!"

"He has drastically improved upon the best human record!!!"

"God, God, no matter what kind of deity you are, a score of 9.40 is enough to shut you up!!!!!!!!!"

"Significantly improves the world record for humankind!"

Forget about Usain Bolt for now!!!

"Tonight, the entire Qing Tang City belongs to God Su!"

"The entire nation belongs to God Su!"

"You could even say the whole world belongs to God Su!!!!"

"9:40!!! He will dominate all sports headlines and trending topics!!!!!!!!!"

"Absolutely no surprises!!!!"

Don't even mention Yang Jian.

Li Tao, standing next to him, looked completely bewildered.

Looking at the results.

9.40.

It took a long time to recover from the shock.

No joke?
9.40.

This is 9.40.

Just move forward another 0.01 seconds.

That's the area of ​​9.30+.

This……

That's absolutely insane!

Faced with such outstanding results.

Don't talk about wind speeds of 1.6 meters per second.

Or it could be a plateau at an altitude of 2200 meters or higher.

As long as we can achieve such a result.

Nobody cares about this.

Faced with outstanding results.

Nobody cares about these trivial details anymore.

Because you don't have the ability to provide such conditions...

You can't escape either.

Even getting close is impossible.

"Fuck..."

Yu Weili also directly used profanity.

This result.

9.40.

What else is there to say?
Killing like crazy.

They went absolutely on a killing spree.

Yuan Guoqiang looked at him and couldn't speak for a long time.

What kind of monstrous achievement is this?!

They had many ideas and hoped that Su Shen could run even faster this time, and even have a chance to break the world record.

Because they understood that this man wouldn't speak without reason.

But I never expected it.

That's incredibly exaggerated.

It was just like a sniper rifle bullet.

It came straight into my forehead from 100 meters away.

The beating was so intense it made everyone's brains shut down.

crazy!!!

Feng Shuyong watched from inside his office.

They almost smashed another teacup in their hands.

This result.

If you're lucky.

It may be for many years that no one can shake its position.

after all.

This is 9.40.

It's exactly 9:40.

That's the closest a score to 9.30+ in human history.

Who would have thought it would be born in the country?

It's unbelievable that it was born in this century.

Even Green.

No one expected such a terrible result.

They pulled their grades up another level in one go!

You think this is something like 10 seconds or 9.9 seconds?

This is a super high score of 9.40+.

On lightning segments.

He could be upgraded to another level.

What kind of monster is it?
Looking at this result and reflecting on it again, Green thought about the so-called "ten-point breakers"...

This is simply amazing.

Can't be compared.

There's no need for comparison at all.

That shot of his.

No matter how many buffs you add.

That is to say, if you open it exactly 10 seconds ago.

You are an ordinary person who breaks ten.

Then you will enjoy it.

A terrifying gap of 6 meters was created by one guy.

Before the 21st century, or even before 08, athletes who broke the ten-point barrier were a significant group.

Those are all guaranteed to advance to the finals.

Very few people can do that in a whole year.

result.

Now, let alone breaking ten, it's worse than being a dog.

They were pulled apart by more than six meters.

Excuse me.

Calling it a dog is too much of a compliment.

"A superb achievement! The pinnacle of sprinting in human history!!!!"

"I can even predict that if humanity hadn't pursued genetic engineering projects, it would be very difficult for anyone to come close to this achievement in this century!!!"

"As a spectator at track and field!"

"We can witness such terrifying results in this era!!!"

"We are absolutely the lucky ones!!!"

Green was absolutely sincere when he said that.

They didn't even follow the copy they had written on hand.

When faced with such results.

After all, Green is still a professional sprinter. It's easy to awaken the passionate side of him as an athlete.

old.

He's still a veteran athlete.

Is not it.

Liu Xiang was watching from Shanghai.

It took him a long time to speak.

"exaggerate."

Just two words.

That already fully expresses the awe-inspiring presence of athletes of his caliber.

At this moment.

On Emilia's side.

Guy Gatlin or someone else.

I received this result during training.

I saw this news.

I don't even enjoy training anymore.

It felt like my soul had been ripped out in an instant.

Guy had already figured out that his peak was gradually passing, so if he couldn't outrun someone, he couldn't outrun someone; he didn't have many plans for this year.

Gatling is someone with some ideas.

This year's feeling is far worse.

Seeing these results...

He suddenly felt...

Even if I can open version 9.70 myself.

They became what is known as giants.

So what?

It sounds nice.

In fact, there are now as many as six or seven giants.

Suddenly it seemed worthless.

In other words, even if you rise to the top level, you may not necessarily get a bronze medal.

This is because of the gold and silver medals at the very front.

They were all covered by lightning-level attacks.

You don't have the ability to open 9.50 seconds.

Don't even dream of winning a gold or silver medal.

A bronze medal is the only outcome you can strive for.

Jamaica is even more terrifying to look at.

Powell watched, forgetting to drink his water for a while, and it took him at least a few minutes to come to his senses and look at his coach Francis:

"Coach, I want to win at least a bronze medal!"

"Is there still hope?"

Francis: ...

It's at the runners' club.

Blake also witnessed this scene.

Looking at Mills.

And almost the same expression.

9.40!

Huge numbers appeared on the webpage.

This is the advantage of the new media era: once the results are released, they can be disseminated globally in a second via the internet.

No more waiting for the next day's newspaper, as before.

"9.40..."

"Su."

"You're really daring."

Luckily, the 200 meters is my main event; suddenly having to compete in the 100 meters would be too intense.

Even Blake.

People have this idea now.

"But I shouldn't be the most worried one." Blake thought of some people in America, and his mood suddenly changed; he smiled and said:

"Only those who are truly worried would lose their appetite after seeing this."

Look into his eyes as he looks north.

That's where the United States is located.

Amélie

Bolt saw this.

He received the notification immediately, of course.

2015 marked the beginning of the era of fully integrated smartphones.

Message push notifications are something that everyone has become accustomed to.

The instant it popped up.

His door was then opened.

His agent, his team members, and even the staff working in the lab.

They all rushed in, panting heavily.

“Eusene…”

“Eusene…”

"Something big happened..."

"Huh? What?" Bolt's voice remained calm as usual, as if he knew nothing.

“Su, Su just now.”

"They achieved amazing results."

"9.40."

"It's exactly 9:40!"

"The world record has been broken to a whole new level!"

The result was simply that Bolt gave a nonchalant answer.

"Oh."

"I see."

"My phone just sent me a notification."

Everyone:? ? ?
Bolt's brain wasn't stimulated.

Are you stupid?
That's 9.40!

How can you have this attitude?
"Yosem, since you know about it, how come it's this..."

His agent hadn't finished speaking.

Bolt interrupted.

"So what should my attitude be?"

"I think it's great."

"Didn't he just say that himself?"

"Take a look at this news."

"Su made a bold statement, Yussien, yes, the warm-up is over."

"9.40, do you still dare to bet?"

"Can you still keep up?"

They certainly saw these news reports as well.

How can Bolt remain so calm after seeing such results?
“Eusene, you…”

"hehe."

Under everyone's gaze.

Usain Bolt.

After seeing this result.

After hearing the news.

He simply looked down at the screen and spoke.

"Great, this is getting more and more interesting."

"9.40, right?"

"Yes, you are even stronger than I imagined."

"Then..."

"My hard training over the past two years has not been in vain."

"If you can't achieve this result, then I've come all this way for nothing."

"very good."

"9.40, right?"

"I'll follow."

Bolt looked at his screen as Death's name and high-definition images were featured in numerous news reports.

It's not loud.

But it was in a quiet space.

It was quite clear and easy to hear.

"I'll arrange a round for you next time."

"Tell Nairobi."

"I'm going to the tour next week."

"Please help me register."

Bolt looked at his agent.

After speaking, he lowered his head again.

I went to browse the web.

Some people glanced at it.

After all, Bolt didn't use a privacy screen.

The above allows you to browse past news and pictures.

Not that Asian man.

Who is it?
This time.

The real climax.

It's almost here.

The two players clashed directly this season.

I wonder what kind of sparks will fly.

No one knows.

Ultimately, it's all about sparks.

It's still a fire dragon.