The Su God of the Reopening of the Sports Arena

Chapter 2493 It's been a long time since I've played a major villain, so let's have t

Chapter 2493 It's been a long time since I've played a major villain, so let's have the real villain make his appearance!

Before the afterglow of the fifth golden beam had completely dissipated, all eyes in the arena had already followed the trajectory of the shifting light and shadow, quietly converging on the sixth branch.

The soft cheers that had been sparked by the mention of "Su Shen" had not yet subsided when the breaths of the audience mingled into a fine mist that permeated every inch of the stadium. Even the rhythm of the background music paused slightly at this moment.

It's as if they're laying a solemn foundation for the king who's about to appear.

In the thick darkness, the lingering glow of the sunset at the edge of the dome faded further, while the intense anticipation in the air grew heavier, pressing down heavily on the starting point of the sixth lane.

Suddenly, a golden beam of light, far more intense than the previous five, poured down from the top of the arena without any build-up. Like an inverted Milky Way, it carried an unparalleled and majestic momentum, instantly enveloping the sixth branch.

The moment the beam of light fell, the air seemed to ignite, and the warm golden light suddenly burst forth with dazzling brilliance, yet the intensity was just right, enough to illuminate every inch of the track's texture without dazzling the eyes. It simply flowed and settled quietly, soaking the entire lane into a dazzling golden ocean. From afar, it looked like a glorious road cast from pure gold, stretching straight from the starting point to the distant finish line.

It exudes a sacredness that is inviolable.

Then there's the same lightning effect as Su Shen.

It spreads from its starting point to its end.

This is a level of prestige unique to lightning-level systems.

This also means that they are at a different level than others.

It's crystal clear who the focus of this match is.

The moment the beam of light fell, the melody of the background music suddenly changed. The previously deep and majestic tone was suddenly infused with a few exciting and high-pitched strings.

The rhythm then became steady and powerful, each note seemingly bursting forth from the depths of the earth, carrying a heart-stirring penetrating force that resonated throughout the stadium for a long time.

The originally intertwined and flowing fine light network converged towards the sixth lane, intertwining with the main beam. Some of it transformed into layers of golden halos, slowly floating above the track.

Some of them condensed into sharp blades of light, outlining a clear contour along the edge of the lane, subtly separating the sixth lane from the other tracks.

It seemed to be declaring the exclusivity and prestige of this area.

As the light shimmered, a magnificent Chinese name appeared – “Bolt”.

With its vigorous and powerful strokes, it slowly emerges in the center of the track, each stroke exuding an innate domineering aura, the golden lettering reflecting a dazzling luster under the light.

As if meticulously sculpted from millennia-old gilded metal, it stands firmly rooted on the track, exuding a powerful and awe-inspiring presence.

Chinese is just so powerful; even with a different script, it still looks more compelling than English.

Even foreign names are written with such tension.

Moments later, the English name "Usain Bolt" and the country code "Jamaica" followed.

The simple gold lettering appears below the Chinese name, complementing the Chinese name above.

It exudes the solemnity of an international competition while showcasing the unique glory of Jamaican sprinters.

The light flowed gently across the lettering, making each letter appear even more substantial, as if carrying the glorious past of countless races, clearly and deeply imprinting Bolt's identity on this gilded track.

Anyone who looks at it can instantly feel the unique aura of this speed king.

At this moment, Bolt stood quietly in the center of the lane, his yellow tracksuit blending perfectly with the Jamaican team's iconic colors under the golden light.

Like a tailor-made battle robe, it accentuated his tall and slender figure, making him appear even more elegant and upright.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the golden name that slowly appeared at his feet. The corners of his mouth still held that signature calm smile, but now there was a slight, imperceptible twitch in that smile.

Because of Su Shen's resounding words when the fifth beam of light appeared.

The words were now clearly echoing in his mind, each one carrying a heavy weight.

It hit him right in the heart.

This subtly stirred up his previously relaxed state of mind.

"Please lend me your strength."

A simple sentence, without any fancy words.

It was more impactful than any rousing declaration.

To Bolt, every word conveyed an undeniable determination.

Having spent many years on the track and competed against countless athletes from all over the world, he is naturally familiar with the pre-race expressions of athletes from different regions.

The expectations and prayers hidden in their words, whether hoping for good luck or seeking stable performance, mostly carry a hint of modesty. Even their pre-match pronouncements are mostly just a brief expression of confidence.

But Su Shen's words completely shattered his previous understanding—relying on strength, not luck.

The confidence and ambition hidden behind this.

It can be understood almost without any guesswork.

Bolt didn't expect Suarez to say that.

He was also confused.

Luck is an elusive gift, but strength is the accumulation of time and effort, the sweat shed in every training session, the perseverance in pushing limits, and the confidence and sharpness etched into one's bones.

Asking for luck is an expectation of an unknown outcome.

Demanding power, however, is... a challenge to the established order.

It's an open declaration that we will crush the entire field with absolute strength. What does that mean?
That means you want to overshadow all your opponents with your speed.

Bolt's mood quietly sank.

That signature composed smile gradually faded, and a hint of disbelief and astonishment flashed across his eyes, followed by a surge of emotions.

He subconsciously frowned, his fingertips curled slightly, and his originally relaxed hands tightened slightly, making his aura become more solemn.

He knew all too well the weight of those words.

This was no casual remark to the audience or other athletes; it was clearly a silent declaration of war.

A "100,000-person declaration" directed at all competitors.

On the racetrack, strength has always been king.

The so-called leveraging of strength is nothing more than the most blatant declaration—

In this match, I will defeat everyone with my strength.

unstoppable.

Bolt glanced up at the figure beside him.

My gaze quietly settled on the fifth path not far to the left.

The remaining golden light there still shines warmly.

Su Shen's figure appeared even more composed in the halo of light, but that calm and unhurried demeanor, in Bolt's eyes at this moment, revealed a hint of confrontation.

Of course, this is just Bolt's perception. The reason this scene occurred in reality is simply because Su Shen was standing next to him, so when Su Shen's lights shone on him, Su Shen was naturally enveloped and affected by the halo of light.

Actually, there was another person next to Bolt, but Bolt's mind was on Suarez right now.

Therefore, one may experience a feeling of seeing mountains as mountains and water as water.

In this competition, there has only ever been one biggest opponent: himself.

Mills also asked him to think that way.

Bolt knew perfectly well that, looking at the 100-meter track today, there was no one who could truly threaten his status as the king.

Very few.

And Su Shen is undoubtedly the most impactful one among them.

Over the years, he has watched Suarez break through his limits step by step, and watched him constantly break records on the track. That dedication to speed and pursuit of the ultimate has long made Bolt regard him as a true rival.

Therefore, Su Shen's words "borrow strength" seemed to be addressed to everyone, but in reality, every word was directed at himself, and he was issuing a challenge to him, the king of the track.

It's going to be on this highly anticipated, gilded racetrack.

Compete against him and let our strength determine the winner.

Bolt did beat him, and his overall strength is even greater this year, no, or rather, every year...

In fact, his actual strength is much greater.

There is no doubt about this.

Athletes will certainly look at the formula for calculating hard skills.

They're not stupid; of course they'll refer to scientific information.

Athletes also pay attention to factors like wind speed and altitude, and these can be gleaned from their interviews and conversations.

He had thought that he would return to the top of the world in Lausanne.

This momentum should be changed.

Look at his expression.

Judging from his expression...

It doesn't feel like a switch at all.

Well.

In this case.

Then I'll be your super challenger.

As a challenger.

Let's have a go at you, the defending champion.

Once he understood this, Bolt's aura completely changed.

The original relaxed composure was replaced by a strong fighting spirit.

The blood in my chest seemed to be ignited by those words.

It slowly began to boil.

He has never been a weakling.

He only had various problems and flaws in his thinking, never in his physical condition or talent.

Bolt tilted his head slightly and headed straight for lane five on the left.

At this moment, most of the spotlights in the arena were focused on him, and countless cameras were aimed at his figure from various angles, trying to capture every subtle gesture of this champion before the match.

But Bolt didn't care at all.

Those burning gazes and flashing cameras became insignificant backgrounds in his eyes.

Now, all he could see was that calm, standing figure on the fifth path.

All that remained was that silent yet intense standoff.

Coincidentally, Su Shen also saw him turn around, since the entire audience was looking at him.

There were no waves.

Even when standing in a slightly darker place.

Only a small halo was affected.

Su Shen simply watched calmly.

They did not back down.

it is good!
Bolt roared inwardly.

A golden light seemed to flow around him.

His green and yellow tracksuit shone even brighter in the light.

It also made the sharpness in his eyes even clearer.

He slowly raised his right hand, his fingertips together.

The palm is slightly curved.

He solemnly drew a Holy Cross on his chest.

The movements were slow but firm.

Every detail exudes unquestionable piety and determination.

It was as if they were declaring their resolve to their faith.

It was as if he was conveying a sense of certainty to everyone watching him.

Sue, you have people who support you.

Don't I have one too?
Thousands of miles away, separated by a television screen.

There are also many people who support me.

Therefore, Walter was exceptionally sincere when he made this gesture.

This action was captured on camera.

In the eyes of the audience, it carried a sacred and majestic aura.

This made the already quiet stadium even quieter.

Everyone instinctively held their breath.

We awaited his next words.

The moment he finished drawing the Holy Cross, Bolt slightly parted his lips and slowly uttered a deep, magnetic voice.

It has the power to penetrate people's hearts.

The sound was clearly transmitted throughout the entire stadium.

Through the camera and microphone, the message reaches every corner of the world watching the event.

"I don't need to rely on any power."

"I."

"It's simply the strength itself."

This short sentence, without any superfluous embellishment or impassioned shouts, carries an extreme confidence and domineering aura, with every word resounding.

The echoes lingered in the tranquil stadium.

This sentence, delivered precisely in the lingering echo of Su Shen's words, reached everyone's ears, carrying a strong sense of targeting.

It seemed to be the most direct and powerful response to Su Shen's statement about "borrowing strength".

The golden light still enveloped him, making his figure appear even more upright, and his innate kingly aura exploded completely at this moment.

Intertwined with the shimmering gold light on the track, it formed an invisible pressure that permeated the entire 100-meter track.

"Oh my god, what did Bolt say?"

"That should be..."

"Give me a positive answer."

Yang Jian originally wanted to say something more direct, but considering that the match was being broadcast nationwide, he readjusted his wording.

What Bolt says doesn't matter on other venues, but this is the Bird's Nest.

You said so.

It completely puts oneself in a torrent of 100,000 people.

After all, it's the Bird's Nest.

It's in China.

But Bolt on the field didn't care.

His gaze remained fixed on Su Shen of the Fifth Path.

There was no evasion in his eyes.

Only pure fighting spirit and confidence.

He knew perfectly well that these words were not only for Su Shen, but also for the entire audience.

This is for all the skeptics.

Tell this track that carries countless honors.

In his world, speed is a religion.

Strength is the foundation of confidence.

No external force is needed.

No need to rely on gifts.

The power he possesses.

That would be enough to sweep the field.

It is enough to reclaim its kingly status.

These past two years, in Alika, have been filled with rigorous training day after day.

Those countless breakthroughs and surpassings on the track.

He had already etched his strength into his very bones.

It's in his blood.

Let him become speed itself.

It has become synonymous with strength.

Blake, standing beside him, sensed the change in his aura and subconsciously turned his head to look at him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

His fighting spirit instantly transformed into a clear understanding, and he gently clenched his fist.

There's no other reason than that he's in a similar position to Suarez Bolt on the 200-meter track.

But he can say with certainty that...

He had never felt that Bolt had ever shown him that kind of attitude.

But he showed this attitude towards Su Shen.

Does this mean...

Bolt's level of respect for Suarez.

Surpassing oneself.

Proud as he was, he couldn't stand this insult.

It's normal to feel emotionally fluctuating.

Upon hearing this, the audience in the stands erupted in a burst of barely suppressed gasps.

Then it quickly quieted down again.

Only an even stronger sense of anticipation remained in the air.

If it weren't for the host at the scene urging people to calm down...

I wonder what kind of national treasures will emerge.

After all, you have 100,000 viewers; you can't control them all.

It's not that easy.

As everyone knows, this competition is being held in front of the entire world.

It might be inappropriate to say certain things.

Everyone here chose to remain silent.

This is a completely different feeling compared to Bolt's popular opening introduction in 08.

This silence is also a form of silent protest.

A venue for 100,000 people was surprisingly quiet.

It's absolutely terrifying.

Powell and Gay stood on the sidelines, their eyes fixed on Bolt in lane six, their expressions a mix of complex emotions—awe for their former rivals and anticipation for this epic showdown.

Unfortunately, they have gone from participants to bystanders.

Otherwise, I really want to join history too.

Even the staff stopped what they were doing.

All eyes are focused on the center of the track.

Feel the tense atmosphere.

The golden beam of light continued to flow along the sixth lane, its increasingly intense light making Bolt's figure even clearer.

There he stood.

Like a statue cast in gold, it is calm and majestic.

Every inch of her skin exudes a pent-up tension.

He slowly withdrew his gaze from the fifth path and returned it to the golden name at his feet.

Take a deep breath.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth again.

But the previous aloofness and surprise were gone from that smile.

All that remains is pure confidence and unwavering determination.

He swayed his shoulders slightly.

Beneath the relaxed demeanor lies absolute control.

He slightly adjusted his stance with his feet.

The center of gravity quietly shifted downwards.

The muscles slowly tensed up under the wrap of the sportswear.

Every inch of its texture exudes a power about to burst forth.

Who is the legend?

"Who is speed?"

Who is Lightning?

Bolt addressed the camera and declared his victory.

He uttered a rhetorical question that he had said many times before.

"it's me."

"Usain Bolt".

Finally, some people couldn't hold back anymore.

There were even some [unclear] at the scene.

Other sounds.

However, Bolt doesn't care now. He knows this is Suarez's home turf, and therefore, the protagonist on the scene, and the protagonist everyone is looking forward to.

They are all the latter.

That's good.

It's been a long time since I've played a villain.

Sue.

Let me be the big villain.

At the Bird's Nest.

Try out your abilities as the protagonist of justice.

See, you killed me, and now you've achieved even greater glory.

They even said I devoured you.

This signifies that the main villain has once again become the protagonist.

Have a look.

Who can do that?