The Su God of the Reopening of the Sports Arena

Chapter 2494, Section 2302: Damn it! How come his reaction was so fast again?

Standing in lane 7 was Blake, followed by Zhang Peimeng at the very back.

After all the athletes had finished introducing themselves.

The lights started to come back on.

The competition is about to officially begin.

"They created a miracle at the Bird's Nest in 08. I wonder if they can continue to create miracles there seven or eight years later."

"Let's see how it goes now."

"Hopefully Su Shen can maintain his form."

"Don't rush."

Because Suarez is a direct gold medal contender, watching the men's 100m final this time felt completely different from 08.

Although Yang Jian was also the commentator in 08.

But the feelings were completely different.

At that time, although Su Shen was nominally in second place, he actually had no chance of threatening the first place.

But it was only here that they gained the strength to threaten the number one position.

Once it becomes possible, one will naturally start to think more.

This is also the core reason why Yang Jian, and the rest of the audience, felt uneasy.

The night sky above the Bird's Nest was heated up by the shouts of tens of thousands of people.

The red plastic of the circular track gleamed coldly under the lights.

The eight white lane lines resemble a fully drawn bowstring.

It extends straight from the starting line to the finish line, which is 100 meters away.

Zhang Peimeng, in lane eight, stared down at his running shoes, the spikes embedded in the texture of the rubber, as if trying to grasp this land that carries the expectations of Chinese sprinting for the past thirty years.

His hands rested on the white end of the starting line, his fingertips slightly curled, the slight sweat on his palms blending with the particles of the track, forming an invisible bond.

When the body leans forward.

The shoulder blades retract, and the muscles in the back are like taut steel cables, with each muscle fiber silently accumulating power.

This is the standard starting stance with bent arms, but Zhang Peimeng's movements contain a unique secret.

His arms are not completely close to his sides, but bent at a subtle angle, with his elbows about a fist's distance from his ribs, and his forearms forming a 45-degree angle with the ground. This angle avoids excessive muscle stretching when starting with straight arms, and allows the biceps and triceps to work together as levers at the moment of power exertion.

More importantly, his shoulder joints were slightly abducted, causing the trapezius and posterior deltoid muscles in his back to enter a state of tension in advance, like a pre-compressed spring waiting to be released the moment the gun goes off.

His legs were in a kneeling position, with his front knee pointing in the same direction as his toes, and his back knee almost touching the ground. His calf muscles were taut like an inflated tire, and his Achilles tendon was like compressed rubber.

Every muscle is arranged according to the optimal biomechanical path.

In the adjacent seventh lane, Jamaican sprinter Blake displayed a completely different approach. As a fellow student of Usain Bolt, he continued the Jamaican sprinter's signature low center of gravity start.

With his hands almost completely flat on the ground, forearms parallel to the ground, and elbows bent at nearly 90 degrees, this posture lowers his upper body even further, with his center of gravity less than 60 centimeters from the ground.

With a wider stance, the front thigh forms a 30-degree angle with the ground, while the back thigh is almost perpendicular to the ground. This frog-like kicking posture maximizes the explosive power of the quadriceps and gluteus maximus.

Blake's neck tensed slightly, his jaw tightened, his gaze fixed on the track ahead, his nostrils flared, and each breath was rhythmic, as if he were making a final calibration for the oxygen supply to his muscles.

The muscle definition was clearly visible under the tight-fitting sportswear.

In particular, the iliotibial band on the outer thigh, like a protruding steel bar, demonstrates a perfect balance between explosive power and endurance.

The Wild Beasts have begun.

It seems to be taking shape.

Bolt in lane six was still adjusting his starting blocks, while Suarez in lane five remained silent. But at that moment, all eyes were focused on the remaining six runners.

Zhao Haohuan in lane four was undoubtedly the most eye-catching presence on the track. His height of over 1.9 meters made him stand out like a crane among chickens at the starting line.

Tall athletes often face the challenge of a high center of gravity and poor power transfer when starting in sprints, but Zhao Haohuan's bent-arm start specifically addresses this disadvantage.

His arms were bent at a greater angle than Zhang Peimeng's, with his elbows almost touching his chest and his forearms raised upwards, forming an acute angle with his upper arms. This high-bent-arm posture effectively lowers the center of gravity of the upper body, allowing the weight to be better distributed on the front legs.

His legs are closer together than other athletes, his front knee bends at a greater angle, and his thigh and calf are almost folded together. This compact posture shortens the power stroke, allowing the explosive power to be transmitted to the ground more directly.

Zhao Haohuan leaned his torso slightly forward while keeping his spine straight, avoiding the instability caused by excessive bending that is common among tall people.

His gaze swept across the track ahead.

It was as if it had already broken through the resistance of the air.

Every muscle is tensing up according to a pre-set program.

Waiting for the nerve signal to be triggered.

Justin Gatlin in lane three displayed the composure of a veteran. His starting posture was somewhere between Blake's low center of gravity and Zhao Haohuan's compact one, with his arms naturally bent, elbows hanging down, and his hands a little further from the starting line than the younger runners.

This stance, seemingly conservative, actually conceals a hidden strategy—

A longer arm support distance allows him more time to generate power when starting. Although the contraction speed of his quadriceps is not as fast as that of younger athletes, the contraction amplitude is greater and the power transmission is more complete.

Gatlin's shoulders were relaxed and lowered to avoid muscle stiffness caused by excessive tension. His knees were slightly turned inward, an angle that allowed the gluteus medius to participate in the power generation process, increasing lateral stability during the start.

His breathing was long and steady, with barely perceptible rise and fall of his chest, as if he were resonating with the rhythm of the track. Years of experience in major competitions made every movement precise to the millimeter, without any unnecessary exertion.

Compared to last year, his movements appear more profound, and his center of gravity seems to be lower.

This all demonstrates his core strength and muscle awareness.

This year is better than last year.

Otherwise, if you lower your center of gravity too much, you won't be able to get any speed up when you start.

There is a high chance that you will lose your balance while running.

Even Bolt can lose his balance if you lose your balance.

That will also cause problems.

Besides, Su Shen is back now.

Even Bolt.

If such a problem arises and cannot be resolved.

Not to mention Gatling guns.

This era is characterized by two lightning-level warriors.

These two have already set a precedent for the era, putting them far ahead of the other players.

Even if you are a giant.

That doesn't matter.

Michael Rogers in the second lane seemed to be struggling.

His hands were braced in front of the starting line, his fingertips trembling slightly, and his palms were sweatier than those of the other runners!

You can even see beads of sweat dripping onto the plastic track.

It evaporated instantly.

The fierce battle in the semi-finals had clearly exhausted his strength. Although his muscles were tense at this moment, the tension was more like a passive resistance than an active accumulation.

His bent-arm posture was not standard, with his elbows slightly turned outwards, which prevented his back muscles from fully engaging and caused his shoulders to shrug involuntarily, increasing the burden on his upper body.

His legs were sometimes wide and sometimes narrow, as if he was looking for the best point to exert force, but each adjustment seemed to be ineffective. The trembling of his calf muscles was faintly visible through his sportswear, and the stretch of his Achilles tendon was obviously insufficient.

Clearly, two hours of recovery time is far from enough to compensate for the high-intensity demands of the semi-final.

The first level of labor and rest also struggles.

Before the start.

His forward lean was clearly insufficient, and the force with which he braced his hands on the ground was very light, as if he were only symbolically touching the ground.

His arms were bent at too large an angle, almost touching his cheeks. While this posture could lower his center of gravity, it limited the space for his triceps to exert force.

His knees were bent somewhat stiffly, and the angle between his front thigh and the ground was close to 60 degrees. This excessive angle greatly reduced the contraction efficiency of his quadriceps.

Lao Yi's neck was slightly tilted, and his gaze was somewhat unfocused, clearly indicating that he had not yet recovered from the fatigue of the semi-final.

His breathing was rapid and erratic, his chest heaving violently, each inhalation accompanied by a distinct panting sound, and the soreness in his muscles constantly transmitted through his nerve endings.

Allow your body to sway slightly in the preparatory position; this sway can become a fatal flaw at the start of the race.

If he had sufficient physical strength, Lao Yi in the first lane would not be struggling like this right now.

His body will lean forward at an angle precise to the millimeter, with his center of gravity firmly pressed into the triangular stability zone formed by the balls of his feet and supporting hands. The force with which his hands support him on the ground is by no means a symbolic touch—his palms will be firmly pressed against the front part of the starting line.

The knuckles turned slightly white from the exertion, and the fingertips embedded themselves in the texture of the plastic particles like eagle claws. Through the active tightening of the palm muscles, a solid support framework was built for the upper body.

This support is not a passive bearing of body weight, but rather a buildup of counter-propulsion force during the "on your positions" phase, which then coordinates with the leg exertion at the moment of initiation.

His arms will still be kept slightly pressed down, but the angle will be controlled within the golden range, so as not to restrict the range of motion of the triceps due to excessive angle.

It won't increase the burden on your shoulders due to being too small.

The elbows will naturally abduct, forming a reasonable angle with the torso, allowing the biceps, triceps, and trapezius muscles in the back to form a continuous chain of force. The forearm muscles are taut like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to complete the "traction-push" force conversion at the moment the gun fires.

The posture of the legs will also completely get rid of stiffness.

It exhibits a taut and elastic state.

The angle of the front knee bend is precisely controlled at around 40 degrees. This angle allows the quadriceps to be in the most ideal pre-stretched state. The muscle fibers are like springs compressed to the critical value, which ensures both the amplitude of contraction and maximizes the speed of contraction.

The knee of the rear leg will be close to the ground but not touch it. The calf muscles and Achilles tendon form a smooth arc for generating power. The gastrocnemius and soleus muscles tighten together to store sufficient energy for the explosive power at the moment of pushing off the ground.

The distance between the legs will be adjusted to the optimal width according to one's own force exertion habits, ensuring that the force when pushing off the ground can be applied vertically to the track and avoid lateral dispersion.

If he has plenty of energy, when the starting command is given, his hips will lift up smoothly and quickly, with the center of gravity shifting forward at just the right amount, neither too fast to cause the body to sway, nor too slow to miss the opportunity to exert force.

The angle of the arms will be slightly adjusted, and the elbows will be pushed forward to further enhance the traction of the upper body.

The leg muscles will tighten to their maximum extent in an instant, and the tension of the quadriceps and glutes will reach its peak!
With the ankle joint slightly plantarflexed and the forefoot gripping the ground firmly, a critical state of "three-point support and full-body coordination" is formed.

It is a pity.

All of this depends on having a complete physical fitness chain.

There is no such physical fitness chain at present.

Then it will be unable to maintain its optimal startup state.

This feeling is like when an athlete stands on the starting line.

It was already clear enough to feel it.

no way.

If he still has energy left, he will certainly conserve his strength in the semi-finals, but in fact, if he doesn't conserve his strength for the finals, he won't be able to enter the finals.

So ultimately it comes down to insufficient physical reserves and inadequate strength.

but.

That's not even the most amazing thing.

The most astonishing thing was Su Shen's shot.

Yes, without a doubt.

Every major competition.

These are all his performance stages.

Start from startup.

Or rather, it starts from the initial reaction.

Don't be fooled by the people in the photos; each of them has their own unique charm.

Each has its own unique skill.

Each has its own methods.

But what the real longtime track and field fans, professionals, and professional track and field athletes are focusing on...

I'm sorry, it was definitely placed on the fifth one.

The red figure in the fifth lane.

Even if Usain Bolt were here, he'd be at the same lightning speed.

There will be no difference.

Even when Bolt was lightning-fast, Suarez was far from it.

It's already decided.

So what everyone is really concerned about is...

Red lightning.

Su Shen.

He was at yet another major competition.

How will they behave?

The big heart will continue to open.

Continue to deliver an amazing performance.

Continue to be yourself, a legend who performs better in the finals.

We'll cut off the power here again.

Overwhelmed by the pressure from the team leader.

Just like Liu Xiang back then.

To be honest, everyone was a little worried that Su Shen might fail to control the recoil, after all, he had succeeded so many times, what if he failed this time due to too much pressure?
Things are different now. Before, you were a dark horse, and all you had to do was improve your performance. Now, people have a lower standard for you.

That would naturally put even more pressure on this place.

Liu Xiang was also closely watching Su Shen's launch.

I really want to know.

Under the watchful eyes of 10 people at the Bird's Nest.

Under such immense pressure.

Your number plate says 1456.

What exactly will you do?

After all, the population has increased by 100 million since then.

It's reasonable to change 13 to 14.

So even now, it's Liu Xiang.

I also want to know, under such great pressure...

what will you do?
What are you going to do?
What would you choose to do?
It remains as assertive as ever. Even radical.

It's still a bit conservative.

Maintaining stability is the priority.

immediately.

Su Shen then provided the answer.

The answer is, of course, —

break out.

An extreme outburst.

set.

The atmosphere at the scene quieted down.

You can even hear the sound of some people's Adam's apples bobbing.

Bang————————

The crisp sound of the starting pistol is not a slow-motion special effect like in a movie.

It was a hard, sharp "snap".

The instant it burrowed into the ear canal.

Without any warning—Su Shen's body acted before his brain did.

Bolt's reaction time, 0.130, far exceeded his usual reaction time.

This shows that he has broken his mental spell after several failures.

No longer affected by that gunshot in Daegu.

But at this speed...

It still didn't help him get to the front.

The reason he didn't is simple: his reaction time is already one of the fastest among everyone.

Or to put it simply, it's the second one.

Unfortunately.

First, there are others.

No one could see how he exerted his strength.

I just feel like my eyes are blurred.

The people who were just hunched over the starting blocks.

It was like a tightly compressed spring suddenly snapping open.

Yet it lacks the deliberate sense of building up momentum that a spring possesses.

It means to really "bomb" it out.

His starting posture is a standard bent-arm stance.

But at this moment, there are no "standards" to speak of.

It's purely an instinct ingrained in your bones through muscle memory.

Both elbows were bent, not at the textbook's standard 90 degrees, but with a slightly taut arc. When the forearms swung forward, the wrists were taut, and the backs of the hands were almost touching the groin, without any unnecessary swaying.

If you look closely, you can see the biceps on his arms bulging, not in a deliberately strained, blocky way, but in a hard, taut line that tightens instantly. Even the veins on his forearms seem to twitch, as fast as an electric current.

The muscles in the back are connected to the triceps.

You're saying there really is a generator operating inside the body.

It amplifies the current.

Bang————————

There was a gunshot.

The force of the back foot pushing off the starting blocks.

You can feel it even from dozens of meters away.

It's not the precision of "hydraulic machinery".

It means grinding your heel down hard.

The steel spikes from the spiked shoes pierced the plastic track.

The sound was short and piercing.

The sound wasn't a drawn-out hiss.

It's just a momentary friction.

It was so fast that no one had time to catch it.

He stepped on the rubber track and left a shallow dent. The track bounced back as soon as he sank in, and his body used the momentum to sprint forward.

The quadriceps muscles were taut, not like a fully drawn bowstring, but visibly stiff.

Even the muscles on the outside of my thighs were throbbing, with a kind of uncontrollable explosive force.

The muscles in his calves were bulging.

Every muscle fiber seemed to be exerting force.

The lines are not symmetrical.

It was tense, with a hint of menacing tension.

It exudes a ruthless edge.

Press your hips down and push forward; the movement is not fancy at all, it's just an instinctive downward sinking.

Its center of gravity was frighteningly low, almost touching the track.

Look at his upper body, it's not some kind of "precise forward delivery", it's more like he's lunging forward.

The shoulders are slightly shrugged, not as a deliberate posture, but as a natural tension when exerting force.

Even the muscles on his back were taut into a hard lump, and you could vaguely see the outline under his red tracksuit.

After the gunshots rang out.

The articulated boom then starts.

The frequency is astonishingly high.

It's not some kind of "programming pendulum".

hum.

It involves swinging your left and right arms forward alternately.

The range of motion wasn't large, but each strike was powerful.

When the left hand is brought to the chest, the elbow is almost touching the ribs. The right hand follows immediately, and the fingertips are tense as it is swung out. It is not a relaxed posture, but a forceful push forward.

You can hear the soft rustling of his clothes as he swings his arms; it's very light, but very frequent.

It mingled with the rustling sound of spikes scraping against the track.

It creates a rhythm that makes your heart tighten.

So fast!

really.

This guy.

They have no idea what nervousness is.

Even in such a significant setting as the Bird's Nest, he still chose...

Start the race with gun fire.

Their nerves and character are simply terrifying.

Even Liu Xiang.

Under the zero-preemption rule.

I doubt they'd dare to do that.

This guy.

Really.

That's incredibly daring.

It's way too big.

Of course, these words were filled with admiration, praise, and growing excitement.

After all, the more advantages you gain in the early stages, the better.

The faster the startup response.

The greater the advantage you can build for your future, the better.

Therefore, the greater the chance of defeating the opponent, the higher the overall probability.

Especially after Bolt defeated Suarez in Lausanne.

This is even more important.

0.106 seconds!
It was so fast that the timer screen seemed to jump!
The cheers from the audience had just begun, before they could even become a continuous roar...

That fiery red figure.

He had already run almost a meter away.

The people in the stands were stunned for a moment. The cheering sticks in their hands stopped halfway in the air, and they hadn't even shouted "Go for it!" yet.

It became a subconscious thought—

"Holy crap!" "So fast?"

Watching it on TV is a completely different experience from watching it live.

The audience in the front row could clearly see the expression on his face.

It's not about "composure at your peak".

He was tense, his jaw clenched tightly, and the muscles in his cheeks were bulging.

Eyes fixed ahead.

It's not some kind of "sharp eye".

It's a focused intensity that exudes a fierce determination.

It seemed like all they could see was the track.

Nothing else exists.

Just kidding, both he and Bolt will give it their all with this shot.

Since we've done our utmost, there's no room for composure.

Because if you are calm, it means you haven't given it your all.

That's how it is in the realm of competitive sports.

There is no second possibility.

The biggest problem with Usain Bolt crossing the finish line so calmly in 08, performing such an astonishing feat, wasn't...

He's incredibly talented.

He has enough room to maneuver.

He has enough power to be arrogant.

If there is someone whose strength is similar to his.

They are players of the same caliber.

Do you think he dares?
Therefore, Su Shen's gaze now.

That's more like it.

Explain him.

We've given it our all.

Facing an opponent like Bolt.

Especially when facing the self-disciplined Bolt who collaborates with the American Sports Lab.

Give it your all.

It's about him, the ultimate boss.

The utmost respect.

Yussane.

I've been waiting a long time for this shot.

I was still young in 08.

I can only watch you fly ahead.

But so many years have passed.

Me this year.

We won't let you be the only one enjoying the limelight anymore.

This time it's at the Bird's Nest.

No one can look back at the moon.

I won't think about it.

Don't even think about it.

This year at the Bird's Nest.

We must determine who is superior and who is inferior.

After all, time is of the essence.

We won't wait for anyone anymore.

Right?