The Su God of the Reopening of the Sports Arena

Chapter 2492 Tonight, please lend me your strength.

No one would say something like Su Shen.

Normally, he's not the one who speaks first.

Even Zhao Haohuan glanced at him twice.

But upon hearing what he said...

Then I understood what Su Shen meant.

This wave.

It's about to go all out.

We must go all out to defeat our opponent.

Since 08, Usain Bolt has amazed the world at the Bird's Nest stadium.

Then they toured the Bird's Nest again.

It's like an era.

It has reached a new critical juncture.

We have reached a new crossroads.

If we can't defeat him here.

If you get killed here.

It's quite possible that history will return to Bolt's era.

The era of Su Shen has not yet begun.

When this part of track and field history is written in the future, people will only say that Bolt learned from his mistakes and became stronger.

The counterattack was successful.

The Bird's Nest holds special significance.

The situation in Moscow.

Even Su Shen believed that if they went all out, they would lose, and that was that.

Winning would be the best outcome.

Of course, the outcome was more favorable than expected.

But if we lose.

There's no problem.

This time, only at the Bird's Nest.

I don't want to lose this time.

He knew very well that he probably wouldn't have the chance to run in the Bird's Nest again; that time wouldn't come until 2027.

Maybe so, but how old am I?
Anyway, he didn't last until this point in time.

So it's very likely that this was his ultimate performance at the Bird's Nest during his peak.

So he didn't want to miss out.

"coming."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, athlete Wu entered the field.

As the last figure in the waiting area stepped into the track entrance, the vast Bird's Nest stadium suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The remaining qualifying rounds, which were still in progress, quietly came to an end, and the referees and athletes by the sandpit quietly retreated to the sidelines.

The equipment in the throwing area was quickly and neatly put away, and the staff quietly withdrew from the core area.

Even the figures in the distant warm-up area gathered at the edge of the stands. The rhythm of all events was paused at this moment, and the eyes and atmosphere of the entire stadium converged on the 100-meter track.

The noise was deliberately suppressed, leaving only the soft sound of air flowing and the subconscious slowing of the breathing of tens of thousands of spectators.

It was as if the entire Bird's Nest was intently awaiting the start of a speed legend.

Every inch of space is filled with the anticipation of the ultimate.

It weighed heavily on both ends of the track, yet exuded an intense heat that was about to burst forth.

Suddenly, all the main light sources in the venue went out.

Thick darkness instantly enveloped the entire stadium.

Only a few faint rays of sunset glow remained at the edge of the dome, outlining the stark silhouette of the steel structure.

The brief darkness brought a moment of silence to the audience, followed by soft gasps as everyone held their breath, anticipating the impending shock.

The next second, a sharp golden beam of light suddenly shot down from the top of the field, landing precisely at the starting line of the 100-meter track, like a blade cleaving through the darkness, instantly illuminating the path to the pinnacle of speed.

Immediately afterwards, countless golden beams of light converged from different directions, some intertwining into a fine net of light that gently flowed above the track.

Some of them transformed into straight ribbons of light, spreading along the edge of the track and clearly outlining the eight lanes, their golden light warm and dazzling.

But it's not glaring.

Against the backdrop of the plastic running track.

Like eight gilded rivers.

Extending from the starting point to the distant end.

The men's rice-buying contest light show begins, a daily routine.

Having worked on the Bird's Nest before, this time they are even more adept at it.

The light show has officially begun.

As the deep and powerful background music slowly begins to play.

The rhythm gradually quickened, like the beating of a heart, slowly awakening the dormant passion within the arena.

The first golden beam of light began to move.

Proceeding slowly along the first lane, the beam of light gradually casts a clear projection on the track—

First, there's his powerful Chinese name, "Michael Rogers".

Followed by.

His English name, "Michael Rodgers," appeared below.

And the English word "United States" representing his country.

The golden lettering gleamed in the light, as if sculpted from pure gold, firmly fixed at the starting position of the first track, clearly imprinting the athlete's identity on this track that belonged to him.

Rogers stood on his track, his gaze fixed on the golden name beneath his feet. He clenched his fists slightly, feeling the power of the ritual at his fingertips. His usually calm eyes gained a sharper edge, and he subconsciously adjusted his posture to better blend into the gilded atmosphere.

Don’t say anything else.

When it comes to creating this kind of atmosphere, our domestic stage design has never lost.

Michael Rogers stared at the name that gleamed like gold at his feet.

The fingertips showed faint white marks from being slightly clenched into a fist.

A complex yet increasingly resolute emotion surged within me.

The exhaustion from the semi-final, when I crossed the finish line with all my might, still weighed heavily on my body.

The subtle soreness in the muscles emerged with each slight adjustment of the standing posture.

Even his breathing was slightly sluggish.

The remaining physical strength was like a candle flame that was about to burn out.

Only a faint warmth remained.

But what I saw was the golden light spreading across the track, the melody that gradually rose like a heartbeat in my ears, and the solemn sense of ceremony as my name was solemnly projected onto my feet.

But it was like a beam of scorching light...

It instantly dispelled the fatigue in my body.

Even though he was born in the so-called track and field kingdom of the United States and participated in countless so-called international competitions, when it comes to the overall atmosphere and the scale of the light show...

There was no one, no place, no event.

It can be compared to the Bird's Nest now.

In this lighting atmosphere.

Rogers himself believes so.

I am really tired.

But the longing surging in my chest was even stronger at this moment.

To stand on such a high-profile stage, surrounded by such magnificent light, with every inch of light and shadow telling of awe and respect for speed, is such a rare sight.

How can we slack off even a little because of temporary fatigue?
This is probably a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Of course, you want to avoid any regrets.

Even if you have very little energy left.

Even though the muscles were still subtly protesting.

They must grit their teeth and persevere, putting every last bit of energy into the upcoming matches.

Not for any other reason than to live up to this magnificent scene of shimmering gold.

I will not let down my original intention when I embarked on this journey.

We will live up to the glory and expectations that belong exclusively to the 100-meter race.

You could call him a perennial runner-up.

In other words, although he is quite capable, he is just a goalkeeper for top-tier athletes.

But for the model workers themselves...

He was able to participate in so many competitions not only because of family reasons and his desire to earn more money, but also because he genuinely loved track and field.

What athlete wouldn't want to be introduced on the biggest stage?

This is proof.

This proves that it is at least within this period.

I am one of the strongest people in human history!

Perhaps there is a fundamental difference between them and gold medalists.

But at least when you're old, you can look back.

I feel that I have done right by choosing this industry.

There are not many regrets.

That's what Rogers was thinking. He had already given it his all in the semifinals and barely managed to break through against Q. He didn't have much energy left to perform well in the final.

But under such lighting.

I still can't help but feel some adrenaline rushing into my cells, and even my muscles.

It relieved a lot of his fatigue.

This is the effect of emotional arousal and visual stimulation.

Immediately following, a second golden beam focused on the second branch.

The light flows.

The two characters “劳义” clearly emerge.

The words "Lao Yi" and "China" were projected in gold below, simple yet dignified.

Lao Yi lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling on the warm gold at his feet. The clearly written name was reflected in his eyes, and even the "China" logo seemed particularly weighty.

A faint smile unconsciously curved the corners of his mouth, and the vibrant energy that had previously surrounded him subtly receded, replaced by a calm and focused demeanor.

The veteran rookie has finally reached the age of 30.

It's still too big.

This is a fatal factor for track and field athletes because the decline in physical function makes it difficult to compete at the ultimate peak.

It's becoming increasingly impossible.

What you need to do at this point is to do your best while you're still at the tail end of your peak.

Show it properly.

Don't leave yourself with too many imperfections.

Time will always pass.

But you are at this moment.

They are young.

Lao Yi raised his hand and gently moved his ankle.

With a light touch of the toes on the ground, I felt the running shoes fitting snugly against the gilded track. The solid feedback from the soles spread from my feet to my limbs, gradually settling into a calm and confident feeling.

He stood quietly on the track, waiting for the journey to begin.

This time, there wasn't much waving.

Yang Jiandu said, "Lao Yi is doing the right thing; he is mobilizing his emotions."

"At the advanced age of 30, there has never been a domestic athlete on duty who is still able to become a top-notch fighter."

"The concept of 'work-rest' has set a precedent, proving that the so-called '23-year-old rule' does not apply to us Chinese."

"We can still run even after we turn 23!"

Lao Yi certainly has these thoughts, but there's another layer that can't be ignored, and that is...

The feeling of giving it my all during the semi-finals is still fresh in my memory.

Simply put, I'm tired.

The exhaustion from panting heavily after crossing the finish line in the semi-final still seemed to linger in my chest.

After two hours of rest, the soreness in his muscles had mostly subsided, but it was a stark reminder that he had expended a significant amount of energy.

He knew in his heart that this might be the last time he would stand on the stage of such a top-level competition in his life.

Therefore, the anxiety of wanting to break through that was once so intense has subsided, and the obsession with the outcome has lessened. Instead, there is more relief and appreciation.

Having given their all in the semifinals, there's nothing to regret. Now, standing here, enveloped in such solemn light, is a wonderful thing.

Their feet were marked with their names and the symbol of their motherland.

That is already a great honor.

I was a cowherd back then.

He really found it hard to believe that he could rely on running more than ten years later.

That's how we got to where we are now.

This is already a very good arrangement.

I'm very satisfied with my work and rest.

After the age of 30.

There's no need to be too hard on yourself and insist on achieving some dazzling results.

Just relax, maintain that composure, and channel your remaining energy into the race. Finish the race earnestly, and that will be a reward for your years of perseverance.

Let's make the most of this last precious moment on the field.

Lao Yi slowly raised his gaze, looking at the finish line in the distance. There was no grand ambition in his eyes, only a peaceful determination.

Every gentle movement of the joints exudes a sense of steadiness.

I just want to be in the most relaxed state.

Finish this final battle that belongs to me.

He had had this thought before, but he never expected that his condition would continue. But this time, he had truly turned 30.

He genuinely felt that he was nearing the end.

"As an older athlete, he has really done a lot. Before this, in the entire coaching program, let alone those over 30, the oldest athlete who was still internationally competitive was Liu Xiang, who was sitting next to me."

"When others are 29 years old in London, they still have such strong fighting power. This is the first time that Liu Xiang has shown people that even our country's hurdlers can fight to 29 years old in straight track events."

"And now this benchmark has been extended to 30 years old."

"Because of work and rest!"

The crowd cheered.

Although under the bright lights, Lao Yi could not see the other people on the sidelines clearly.

But there were cheers and applause.

He still understood it perfectly.

He has always been well-liked in China.

Naturally, many people will applaud him sincerely and thank him for his contributions.

This is from the perspective of someone who used to be a cowherd in the countryside.

It is already quite an achievement.

It was even a peak in life that I had never imagined before.

As the third beam of light descended, the rhythm of the background music subtly quickened, and the golden light shone even brighter.

The three large characters "Gatling" slowly appeared on the third lane.

The words "Justin Gatlin" and "United States" followed closely behind, appearing even more weighty under the light.

Gatlin remained extremely focused, his eyes fixed on the track ahead.

His eyelids were slightly pursed, even the lines at the corners of his eyes conveyed a tense seriousness. The golden name at his feet was like a silent force, sinking into his heart along with his gaze, causing the muscles in his back to unconsciously tense slightly. His tight-fitting sportswear outlined his increasingly clear lines, every inch of his muscles taut with tension ready to be unleashed. The changing light and shadows of the outside world, the subtle movements around him, all seemed to be shut out from his focused attention.

Only the emotions surging in my heart grew stronger with the dazzling lights.

Gatling has a really strong mentality.

Despite the fact that no one in the mainstream had high hopes for him, he was still able to improve step by step under pressure.

And now, an opportunity has finally arrived.

Neither Gay nor Powell will participate in the finals.

That was an unexpected situation that we had never considered before.

Gatling gun after it recovered.

He sneered inwardly.

The situation on the field has already quietly changed.

The situation changed in the semifinals.

Before the race, it was learned that Powell was too conservative due to tactical issues and could not skate to the track. Later, it was also seen that Gay was also unexpectedly stopped. These two old rivals who had competed together on the 100-meter track for many years both left the field early.

At that moment, I couldn't quite describe whether I felt relieved or filled with emotion.

Many people may have forgotten what was once considered the golden age of this era.

Whether it was the previous Five Tigers or the era of the Four Giants.

Regardless of which one came before, it was just the beginning.

It was all a battle between Guy and Powell.

Because Gatling was only later incorporated into the Five Tigers.

After all, many people thought that when he returned to competition after being suspended, he was over 30 years old and no longer competitive, and that he had not been counted in the competition before that.

Therefore, Guy and Powell ushered in the era of their brilliance.

They seem to be among the first in this era to begin chanting the countdown to the curtain falling.

This is also an unexpected bonus for the opponent.

The same applies to Gatling guns.

In the past, every time he stepped onto the top stage, Powell's explosiveness and Gay's sprinting rhythm were threats that Gatlin had to be wary of.

They check and balance each other, competing with one another. Jia has long been accustomed to pushing himself to the limit in such competition.

But now, with those two familiar figures missing from the track, the tension of competition that had been building for years has lessened, but a strange sense of unease has risen in my heart, and even a sense of certainty I've never felt before—the absence of two formidable rivals to keep me in check.

This might be an opportunity to get closer to our goal.

Over the years, I've experienced ups and downs on the track, reaching both peaks and troughs. Every time I step onto the track, my desire for victory has never diminished; on the contrary, it has become more genuine with the passage of time.

In the past, to break through the encirclement of many strong opponents, one had to rely on hard power and withstand the pressure of multiple confrontations. Now, with two of the most difficult obstacles to overcome removed from the road ahead, this hope has become exceptionally clear.

The golden name on the track burns in your eyes, the emblem of your homeland is etched on the track—this is certainly sacred and an honor, but for Americans who value individualism…

Gatlin still believes...

The reason this match is so important is because it has greater personal significance for me.

This is a value shared by almost all Americans.

I want to win a medal.

This is the biggest suggestion Gatling is giving himself right now.

Otherwise, after his comeback, aside from improving his performance in the 100 meters, he made no contribution to the medal count at all.

Without winning a single medal, Gatlin's entire comeback was somewhat of a failure.

I was feeling a bit down, but then I dozed off and God finally delivered a pillow to my head.

Two strong competitors are gone.

My hopes have suddenly increased considerably.

The fourth beam of light descended gently, without any overly flamboyant brilliance, yet carrying a serene power.

The Chinese name "Zhao Haohuan" quietly appeared on the fourth lane.

The gold lettering of "Zhao Haohuan" and "China" is simple and clear.

Standing at just over 1.9 meters tall, he appears as a composed figure in the light and shadow. His broad shoulders and back exude a restrained strength. He doesn't deliberately show off his muscle lines, but he possesses a solid sense of having been honed over time.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the flowing golden characters at his feet.

There wasn't much emotion in his eyes.

There was no awe or wonder at the magnificent scene.

There was no anxiety about the unknown.

They simply gazed silently, as if engaging in a quiet dialogue with the names beneath their feet and with the current arena.

He clenched his fist lightly, then slowly released it. He then raised his hand and pressed it lightly against his chest, gradually adjusting his breathing to calm his slightly rapid breaths. The rise and fall of his chest slowed down with the rhythm of his breathing, and his heartbeat gradually synchronized with the low, flowing melody in the room.

That unwavering determination hidden deep in my heart.

Bathed in the warm golden light, it emerged even more clearly in the depths of my eyes.

He knew in his heart that he was already an absolute veteran.

Born in 1988, he's not exactly young in the 100-meter dash, but he's not old either; he's just reached the peak of his career.

In the years he spent struggling on the track, he was always looking for a technical rhythm that was more suitable for his height. His height of 1.9 meters brought him a natural advantage in stride, but it also caused him to suffer setbacks in the connection of starting acceleration. Those days of repeated adjustments with little effect, and those persistence in repeating movements and polishing details on the training ground, finally resonated in the past two years.

Without the constraints of numerous major competitions in the past two years, he was able to focus on a complete overhaul of his technique. From adjusting his body posture at the start to adapting his stride frequency and stride length during acceleration, and then to controlling his pace during the race, he meticulously refined and polished every aspect, gradually correcting past shortcomings and building a more mature and stable technical system.

This technical expertise, honed over two years, is his greatest asset as he stands here today.

The peak moments are always fleeting, and he understands better than anyone that his current state is the result of years of accumulation, but it may also be fleeting. How long can he hold on to it and to what extent can he bring it to fruition?

It all depends on how you seize every moment.

The technical refinement I've been quietly working on these past two years wasn't a waste of time; it was a way to prove myself on such a top-tier stage and to deliver the most satisfying performance at the best age of my life.

I used to think there was still time to hone my skills and a chance to catch up.

You only understand when you reach the pinnacle.

Such an opportunity is extremely rare.

There is no room for the slightest slackness.

We must not waste this hard-won peak condition.

He gently moved his ankle, feeling the close fit between his running shoes and the rubber track. Memories of the past two years of training flashed through his mind: the soaked sportswear, the worn-out running shoes, the technical details he repeatedly pondered, and the tiring moments of gritting his teeth and persevering. All of these transformed into the unwavering determination in his heart at this moment.

Without distractions, without dwelling on past regrets, and without worrying about the unknown future, simply focus all your attention on the track ahead, unleash the skills and strength accumulated over the past two years in the upcoming race, and showcase your transformed self with the most solid steps, reaching your own peak moment...

Achieve the best possible result.

We will not let down the two years of silent dedication.

Let us live up to the magnificent scenery and our expectations.

Just fine.

After adjusting his breathing, he slowly raised his eyes to look at the finish line in the distance. His gaze remained calm, but it held an unwavering determination.

Zhao Haohuan's shoulders and back slumped slightly, his body quietly preparing for battle. Every muscle was silently gathering strength, each breath carried a steady rhythm, and all his thoughts were focused on the present moment, waiting only for the starting gun to fire...

Huff, huff, huff.

With the confidence accumulated over the past two years.

With a deep appreciation for the peak moments.

Go all out on the track ahead and leave your best self on this dazzling Bird's Nest stadium.

Zhao Haohuan's biggest wish in this match.

After all, he had already won a medal back in Daegu.

He's already won medals in major competitions; now he just wants to be higher, faster, and stronger, and win again.

If you can't get it, give it your all.

He did right by himself.

"Zhao Haohuan has always been a very individualistic player. I heard that he has made some major technical changes in the past two years. However, in this year's competition, he really broke through his original limit of Pb, which has made many people full of expectations for whether he can win a medal."

"If we could replicate the grand spectacle of Daegu in 2011."

"Two figures in red ascended the podium."

"That's a classic memory."

Yang Jian was speaking.

The camera then moves on to the next person.

Then comes the fifth one.

The lights suddenly dimmed, and then even more lights suddenly shone on the fifth beam.

When the fifth golden beam of light suddenly pierced the silence of the arena.

The audience instinctively erupted in a deafening gasp.

The light and shadow, originally scattered across the eight tracks, seemed to be drawn together by an invisible force, converging towards the fifth lane—

Countless golden rays intertwined and condensed into a beam of intense light far surpassing that of the other tracks, enveloping the figure in the center of the track like golden radiance poured from the sky, its brightness dazzling.

It was as if all the spotlights in the Bird's Nest were focused on this one spot, making everything around it pale in comparison.

The two characters “Su Shen” are projected firmly in the center of the track in a powerful and bold font, with strokes as vigorous as a thunderbolt gathering momentum.

The gold lettering of "Su Shen" and "China" below stands out even more in the intense light, each stroke imbued with the weight of being the center of attention.

Enveloped in this ultimate light, Su Shen's body seemed to be coated with a layer of flowing golden light.

The bright red national flag on his chest shone even more brightly under the strong light.

It complements the gilded lettering at your feet.

It outlines a dazzling profile unique to the host country.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze first falling on the gleaming name at his feet.

A restrained determination flashed across his eyes.

Then he slowly raised his eyes and looked at the finish line stretching into the distance. His gaze pierced through layers of light and shadow, as if he could see the glory at the end of the track.

As you gently press your fingertips onto your thigh muscles, you can clearly feel the firmness coming from them. Every inch of the muscles exudes tension, ready to be unleashed, without the slightest relaxation or slackness.

That meticulousness and rigor, which had long been ingrained in his bones, pushed his performance to the extreme at this moment—his breathing was steady and even, and the rise and fall of his chest resonated with the pulse of the game.

Slightly lower your shoulders and back, adjusting to the most advantageous posture for explosive power.

With a gentle tap of the ankle, I felt the seamless fit between the running shoes and the track.

Every subtle movement is as precise as a finely crafted instrument, and every muscle is tuned to its peak condition.

That unwavering resilience and perseverance, etched into their very bones, quietly settled amidst the intense, shimmering gold light.

It transforms into an unshakeable source of confidence.

It steadily supported his upright posture.

He stood here back in 08.

However, at that time, no one thought he could win the silver medal, no one thought he could beat Bolt, and no one even had high hopes for him.

He was the biggest dark horse in the 2008 100-meter race.

And then, seven or eight years later, he stood on the Bird's Nest again.

He has become a sure contender for the championship.

He has already held numerous titles.

Or, to put it another way, he holds countless titles that once belonged to Bolt.

at this time.

Yang Jian's highly penetrating voice resonated throughout every corner of the Bird's Nest through the speakers.

The tone was intense, like the explosive beat of a drum.

Instantly ignited the atmosphere:

"Ladies and gentlemen! Please focus your attention on the fifth track—standing here is..."

"He is the world record holder in the men's 100 meters!"

"He holds the Olympic record for the men's 100 meters!"

"He also holds the men's 100-meter world championship record!"

"The London Olympics men's 100m gold medalist, and the winner of the Daegu World Championships and Moscow World Championships men's 100m gold medals!"

"He is the defending champion, the pinnacle of Asian super sprinters, and an immortal representative of red speed that transcends eras!"

"He is also the most anticipated and top seed in this 100-meter extravaganza!"

"From the host country, China—Su Shen!!!"

There are so many titles just from the competitions alone.

At this time, many competitions that are not usually watched are only limited to track and field fans, except for major competitions.

Only then can you truly appreciate just how amazing Su Shen is.

Su Shen—

Every title came out of Yang Jian's mouth.

All of this was accompanied by increasingly enthusiastic cheers from the audience.

The sound waves rose higher and higher, making the air tremble slightly.

The intense light still firmly enveloped Su Shen.

His figure appeared even more upright and resolute, and the cheers and passionate commentary around him intertwined into the most magnificent movement, yet they did not disrupt his rhythm in the slightest.

He merely pursed his lips slightly, his eyes growing even sharper.

The weight that everyone was looking forward to did not become a burden, but instead transformed into an even stronger force, flowing through the light and shadow around him into his limbs and bones.

He gently clenched his fist with his fingertips, then slowly released it, feeling the power gathering in his palm, and his gaze returned to the direction of the finish line.

There was no wavering in his eyes, only his passion for the race.

The desire for breakthroughs.

And the commitment to upholding the honor of being the host country.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting lively, Yang Jian loudly amplified it, saying, "At this moment, he stands at the pinnacle of glory, bearing the expectations of all of Asia, shouldering the glory of the Red Speed, every inch of his skin is bathed in the most intense gazes, and every breath he takes touches the hearts of tens of thousands of viewers."

"All the daily refinement, the perseverance to push the limits, and the accumulated knowledge over the years have all coalesced in this ultimate brilliance and boiling cheers, transforming into the steady figure standing here now, and into the power that is about to surge forth."

"Tonight, he will deliver his most stunning performance on this home track, continuing the legend of red speed!!!"

Let's cheer him on!

Let's lend him our good luck!

"Wishing him success in reaching the top of the Bird's Nest!!!"

Liu Xiang then spoke loudly.

Our own athletes can compete for the championship in the 100-meter event, especially on home soil.

Everyone was thrilled.

Moreover, Su Shen is one of the athletes most likely to be defeated.

No, there's no reason not to support it.

At this moment, the camera focused on Su Shen.

Suddenly, he said something that made the whole audience even more excited—

"Please join us tonight."