The Su God of the Reopening of the Sports Arena

Chapter 2512 Shattering the Myth! The Sun Rises in the East
Crossing the finish line! In that very instant!

Su Shen's red figure, like a bolt of lightning, pierced through the finish line first!

His body was still in a forward-leaning sprint posture!
Swing your arms out with one last powerful swing!

The leg muscles were taut as steel, and every inch of the muscles was still bursting with the afterglow of extreme speed!
Bolt, right behind him, crossed the finish line with a whooshing sound as he sped across in his yellow-green racing suit. He instinctively turned his head to look at those eyes that were used to looking down on everyone else.

For the first time, an incredulous shock flashed through my mind.

This wasn't the first time he'd lost. But he never expected to lose under these circumstances, after two years of hard work.

In the past, when we lost, we could say that we didn't work hard enough or that Jamaica's scientific research level was too poor.

But this time.

He doesn't seem to have many excuses to make.

At most, one can only conclude that there are areas where one hasn't performed well.

But I'll say it again: will you perform well?
It is an unknown quantity in itself.

If someone performs better than you, is that not allowed?
When two people of similar strength, two people of the same level, are dueling, it all comes down to how they perform.

The numbers on the electronic timing board suddenly froze—9.49 seconds!

Headwind -0.5 m/s!
In an instant, the Bird's Nest Stadium fell into a deathly silence.

The eyes of 100,000 people were fixed on the lit screen.

Time seemed to have been stripped of all traces of its flow.

Someone subconsciously rubbed their eyes.

Someone suddenly covered their mouth.

The audience in the front row could even hear the sound of their hearts pounding and shattering their chests.

In the back row of the stands.

The national flag in someone's hand slipped and fell to the ground.

But he didn't realize it.

This moment is not one of disrespect, but rather one of overwhelming respect, surprise, and excitement.

They neglected the force applied to their hands.

It might have taken a second, or only half a second, or even less.

A "swish" sound.

The Bird's Nest Stadium was completely blown away!
The 100,000 spectators were like a powder keg that had been ignited, and all the tension and anticipation accumulated throughout the game exploded at this moment.

It transformed into a deafening roar.

Go straight into the sky.

The audience in the front row suddenly jumped up from their seats, some waving the five-star red flag in their hands, the flag fluttering in the wind.

Someone hugged the person next to them tightly, tears instantly blurring their vision, choking out a hoarse but powerful roar.

The spectators in the middle stands stood up in unison, raising their arms and chanting again and again—

"God Su! God Su!"

The shouts piled up, forming an invisible torrent that made the stadium's steel frame tremble slightly.

Even the ground beneath my feet could feel a clear vibration.

Even though the spectators in the back rows couldn't see the details on the track, they still cheered wildly with the crowd, even throwing their glow sticks and cheering banners into the air.

Some people, having witnessed it firsthand, were so excited by the atmosphere and the contrast with their previous anxiety that they jumped onto their seats and shouted with fervor, ignoring the attempts of others to stop them.

At this moment, strangers embraced each other tightly.

They expressed their inner ecstasy with the purest cheers.

At this moment, there is no unfamiliarity, no barrier, only shared pride and excitement.

The last time something like this happened.

In other sports fields.

I'm afraid the only time we'll see this happen is in 01, when we're announced as the next World Cup team.

The area around the track was in complete chaos!

The coaches of the Chinese track and field team threw away everything they were holding.

He rushed onto the field like a madman.

The coaches hugged each other.

Some people were so excited that they knelt down on the ground.

He pounded his fists on the track and burst into tears.

You also wonder why they're so crazy.

That was the pent-up frustration and longing that had been suppressed for decades.

It is the glory that generations of track and field athletes have dreamed of.

Team doctors and staff followed closely behind, laughing and jumping around Yuan Guoqiang and Yu Weili. Some handed them water, while others handed them national flags to be delivered to them.

Someone patted them on the back, choking up and unable to utter a complete sentence.

Photojournalists rushed forward with their cameras, their lenses locked on the red figure, and the sound of shutters clicking filled the air.

It was... even denser than machine gun fire.

It's normal to be so excited that your hands shake.

The footage was shaky, but he still wouldn't put down the camera, wanting to capture this historic moment on the lens.

The moment the final results were finalized.

The American research team on the sidelines froze in place.

He didn't even notice the monitoring tablet in his hand slamming onto his knee.

For the past two years, Bolt has been training in a closed loop at their base, from biomechanical modeling and muscle fiber activation regulation to Achilles tendon elasticity and energy storage optimization, and endurance stamina in the later stages of the race...

Every piece of data was meticulously crafted by them, and in pre-race simulations, Bolt consistently outpaced his opponents by at least half a gear.

They were certain that this was a sure victory.

It is also the pinnacle of one's own scientific research achievements.

After all, with this experience, it will be much easier to scam funding later.

They need to eat too.

How do you scam funding in the US?
It has always been the top priority.

If you do that, how can you still fool people?

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the electronic screen: 9.49 seconds versus 9.50 seconds.

Su Shen won.

They defeated the "God of Sprinting" whom they had personally tuned.

The first to lose his composure was the exercise physiologist. He clenched the electromyography report in his hand tightly, his knuckles turning white as he crumpled the paper, muttering repeatedly, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible."

After repeatedly reviewing the data from the last pre-race test, Bolt's explosive power in the later stages clearly overwhelmed all his opponents.

How could they have been overtaken?

This is impossible.

He's still a promising talent.

Are you kidding me?
They all wish they could slap themselves right now.

Check if you are still asleep and haven't woken up yet.

Team leader Anderson's face turned deathly pale instantly.

His once determined gaze became completely empty. He staggered back half a step, reaching out to grab the railing behind him to steady himself.

His Adam's apple bobbed for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single word.

My pre-race assurance to my colleagues that I would overtake them after 70 meters still echoed in my ears.

But at this moment, it became the most jarring slap in the face.

They spent two years meticulously optimizing every movement and every burst of power from Bolt to perfection.

They even practiced the countermeasures against headwind resistance over a hundred times.

How could they lose in the latter part of the game, where they are usually strongest?
In the final 10 meters, they failed to mount a significant comeback.

This is impossible.

Bolt had clearly unleashed his fourth stage of bursting speed in six seconds.

There is absolutely no problem with that.

Given that they unleashed such terrifying speed, how could they possibly lose?

He could tell that Bolt didn't make any major mistakes later on.

The young biomechanics analyst suddenly crouched down, gripping his hair tightly with both hands, the tablet still displaying Bolt's cadence and stride optimization curves.

That was the optimal solution they had calculated after countless sleepless nights, but now it seemed like a huge joke.

He roared:

"The data doesn't lie! It's because he didn't execute it properly!"

His voice trembled with collapse—

After all, they firmly believed that data could control everything and that they could create an invincible king, but reality shattered their arrogance.

The physical conditioning expert next to him slumped in his chair, staring blankly at the track, muttering to himself, "The Achilles tendon energy storage system is clearly fine, so why is the power delivery slow in the later stages?"

In the past two years, he has been watching Bolt's every push-off and every swing of his arms, and even precisely controlling the rhythm of muscle recovery.

There's no way we can lose!

why?

Even older scholars, who had spent their entire lives bombarded with racial theories, stood up unwillingly, pointed at Su Shen celebrating with a flag on the track, and said with disbelief and obsession: "There must be a timing error! It's impossible for a yellow person to run 9.49 seconds against the wind!"

But when the judges confirmed that the score was valid, he instantly deflated and sat back down in his seat, feeling utterly helpless.

His face was filled with the bewilderment of a broken faith.

Even the elderly experts took off their glasses.

Wiping the lenses with trembling fingers, and putting them back on, his eyes were filled with a dazed look—they believed in science, in data, in the supremacy of talent, but tonight…

Suarez showed them in 9.49 seconds that some powers—

It's never in research reports.

It's not in the muscle fiber data.

That was a steadfast commitment, day after day.

It is a resolute effort to overcome racial prejudice.

It is an ultimate belief that even the most sophisticated instruments cannot calculate.

Someone from the European athletics research team in the adjacent viewing area couldn't help but cast a glance at them.

There was shock, regret, and even a hint of barely perceptible mockery.

At the pre-race seminar, they confidently boasted that they would have Bolt break the record against the wind with an absolute advantage, showing the world the strength of American scientific research.

Now it has become a laughing stock for everyone.

The senior experts in the team subconsciously recognized faces, unwilling to make eye contact with anyone, their fingertips digging into their palms, leaving deep red marks, their hearts filled with resentment stuck in their chests, causing a suffocating pain.

They were unconvinced, not because they were dissatisfied with Bolt's lack of effort, but because they were unconvinced that their painstakingly developed research system could not compare to an athlete "without top-notch equipment."

Of course, this is just their own opinion of Su Shen's side. They don't have the most advanced equipment. They're still indulging in the fantasy that Alika's equipment is the best in the world.

There's something even deeper, which is... a refusal to accept what one perceives as the "ceiling of racial talent."

She was trampled underfoot by this Eastern man and didn't even have the confidence to refute him.

Even this time, they mobilized their strongest humanoid weapons.

Usain Bolt.

They couldn't win this game either.

Some even had plans for celebrating their victory, finalized the night before the competition.

The document states that a research report titled "Extreme Power Generation Model in Sprinting Under Headwind Conditions - A Case Study of Usain Bolt" will be released after the race.

He was originally scheduled to give exclusive interviews to major sports media outlets.

They want to promote their training system globally.

Then they swindled a large sum of money.

Be a real Specialist Smith this time.

But they lost at this moment.

That would defeat the purpose.

These people are stupid, but they will never provide funding to a loser like you.

You have to win if you want to fool someone.

In the Western system of winning theory.

First, you have to be able to win.

Who will believe you if you lose?

He crumpled the paper into a hard, stiff ball.

He clenched it tightly in his hand, and scraps of paper seeped between his fingers.

He recalled his promise to Bolt before the race, saying, "Run with confidence, we'll cover for you, no one can overtake you." He also remembered high-fiving and cheering with his team members, saying that this time they would show everyone that science is the key to sprinting.

But now, all the promises and expectations have vanished.

He slammed the crumpled paper to the ground, stomped on it a few times, and cursed through gritted teeth, "I'm not reconciled! I'm so not reconciled!"

"Why did we still lose after years of hard work? Isn't American scientific research supposed to be the best in the world???"

Her eyes were red, but not from crying; she was angry at herself for having calculated everything, yet overlooking Su Shen.

It's also a bright red color, as if one's source of income has been cut off.

after all.

This group of people are already used to controlling everything with data.

Bolt's progress over the past two years has been exactly what they predicted.

Every championship they won this season is a testament to their scientific research achievements.

Including the crushing defeat of Suarez in Lausanne, all of this was expected.

and so.

They were already certain.

In sprint races, the outcome can be accurately predicted using data.

But tonight, 9.49 seconds was like a heavy hammer blow, shattering their sense of control.

The expert in charge of Bolt's neural response training had icy hands as he recalled how he used neurostimulation technology to optimize Bolt's starting response, repeatedly adjusting it to allow him to accurately capture the rhythm of the starting gun.

But Su Shen's start, without the aid of complicated techniques, was quick and clean, and the transition was seamless.

He didn't even believe that anyone could actually do that in a major competition.

Leaning against the railing, his back drenched in cold sweat, this expert in neuroreflexology training felt panic for the first time.

It turns out that some things can never be controlled by data.

It turns out that the limits of humanity have always been hidden in the persistence and dedication beyond the data.

Bolt walked over dejectedly.

I paused as I passed their spectator stands.

There was no blame in their eyes.

There was only a sense of bewilderment.

This glance threw the entire research team into a panic.

Anderson instinctively wanted to step forward and explain, but only managed to utter a few broken syllables.

"We...we've done the calculations..."

It's nothing, let's calculate it.

What good are you if you lose the most important game?

Is it useful to calculate perfectly on paper?
So even he himself found it funny to say it, and he couldn't continue.

Only.

He swallowed his words before he could finish.

Yes.

It has been calculated countless times.

The headwind resistance has been calculated.

The power delivery in the later stages has been calculated.

They even believed that they had calculated every possibility.

Unfortunately, no one anticipated that Su Shen could overcome all prejudices.

Such a miracle can be created.

Yes, with their efforts, Bolt definitely has the ability to break 9.50 seconds against the wind.

However, even with a headwind of half a meter.

In situations where there is virtually no altitude.

They were still able to forcefully break through so many barriers.

It's really not something I can do.

This has exceeded their computational limits.

Perhaps the only way to win is for Bolt to have a superhuman performance.

But Bolt is a track and field icon.

When is it necessary to have a superhuman performance?
This word might seem impressive to others, but to him...

We don't usually need it.

Or rather, he hasn't used it throughout his entire career since he became famous.

Some people lowered their heads.

I dare not look Bolt in the eye.

For the past two years, Bolt has completely trusted them, entrusting them with honing his skills, but they have failed to give him the championship he envisioned.

Although they all wanted to scam funding.

But those who can achieve this level also have their own pride.

If you make grand promises but can't keep them, you'll definitely find it hard to face the people involved.

That guilt mixed with disappointment made my chest feel heavy and suffocated.

Bolt simply shook his head slightly in the end.

Looking at this group of people who didn't even dare to look him in the eye.

I'm too lazy to say a word.

Turn around and leave.

But they stood still.

Unable to utter a single word of comfort, all that remained was a heart full of helplessness and resentment.

Bolt, on the other hand, remained completely silent.

This is more like a blatant humiliation.

The team includes an old professor who believes in the supremacy of racial talent.

He was currently rubbing the muscle fiber sample in his pocket—

That was a fast-twitch muscle fiber sample that he specifically extracted from Bolt.

For the past two years, he has been using this sample for comparison, and he is convinced that the proportion of fast-twitch muscle fibers in people of Asian descent will never reach Bolt's level.

But Su Shen's results were a slap in the face for him.

He slowly took out the sample and examined it again and again under the lights of the arena. The sample gleamed coldly under the lights, but it no longer had the persuasive power it once did.

He recalled emphasizing countless times at academic conferences that people of East Asian descent do not have the physiological basis for running 100 meters.

I recalled how I had once dismissively said that Su Shen was at most a top Asian player and would never reach world-class status.

People of Asian descent cannot break 10 seconds.

Asians cannot break 9.80 seconds.

Asians cannot break 9.80 seconds.

Asians cannot break 9.80 seconds.

He himself has no idea how many times he has been proven wrong.

The most outrageous thing is that it's always the same guy.

This made the old professor think...

Is this guy someone sent by Satan specifically to punish himself?

Otherwise, why would they deliberately make things difficult for themselves?

of course.

This is the first thought that unlucky people have after failing.

They never reflect on themselves; they're always thinking about why they're at odds with themselves.

This is also the arrogance of the Onsa lineage.

These words feel like needles piercing my heart.

Beyond the shock, there was a deep sense of resentment.

He was unwilling to accept that the theory he had upheld all his life had been overturned.

Unwilling to accept his long-standing arrogance.

This made them completely underestimate their opponent.

The logistics support staff who came with the team had already prepared celebratory champagne and commemorative badges printed with "There is only one black lightning bolt".

My hands, which were holding the champagne, were trembling uncontrollably.

The champagne bottle droplets splashed onto my hand, feeling icy cold.

He looked at the dazed expressions of the researchers around him, and at Su Shen's figure celebrating with a flag in the distance.

I don't know whether to put the champagne down or keep holding it.

They had previously joked that this champagne was a toast to the team's precise management and to Bolt's perfect Bird's Nest journey.

Now it has become a hot potato.

Someone reached out to take the champagne, but lost their grip, and the bottle crashed to the ground with a thud.

Champagne gushed out, soaking the ground.

It perfectly reflects their current state of utter defeat.

Full of dishevelment and disappointment.

Compared to all of these, what terrifies them most is—

They have so many industry elites.

He even believes that he is the person who knows the most about sports science in the world.

A group of people gathered together.

There wasn't a single person there...

No one can explain how Su Shen trained over the past two years.

No one can clearly explain where his technique is superior to Bolt's.

No one can explain why he could unleash such terrifying energy against the wind.

Their database contains very little information about people like Su Shen.

Moreover, even if you study it, it might become even stronger after a while.

Make your research obsolete time and time again.

The young researcher took out his phone and frantically searched for Su Shen's training data.

But found nothing.

After all, this is because Su Shen believes that his own things are the most advanced.

If the American scientific community can keep things to themselves, why can't he?
Trying to use moral blackmail is impossible.

He will only make things public when he wants to.

Just like you, Amelika, back then.

These are the top elites in the industry.

Look up at the track.

His eyes were full of fear.

That fear of an unknown adversary.

A mixture of resentment and shock sent chills down his spine.

They are accustomed to studying known strongmen.

But I never thought of it.

He will be met by an "unknown" Asian.

All plans were completely disrupted, resulting in a crushing defeat.

As Suarez's figure disappeared from the field in celebration.

The American research team slowly got up and left.

No one spoke, and the group was in complete disarray.

Someone kicked the training plan on the ground, and the paper floated all the way, but no one turned around to pick it up.

Some people were still looking down at their phones, watching the replay of the game over and over again, trying to find Su Shen's "weakness," but all they saw was that red figure leaning forward and sprinting with all his might.

I can't see any clues at all.

As they reached the exit of the track, some people couldn't help but look back at the finish line, where the marks of the runners crossing the finish line remained, showing the numbers 9.49 and 9.50 seconds.

It was etched into their hearts like a brand.

The night wind carried the cheers from the Bird's Nest stadium, but they felt a chill all over their bodies.

That deep-seated sense of loss, resentment, and shock became the heaviest burden tonight.

The first time, it overwhelmed them, making it hard for them to breathe.

It also made them realize that sprinting is never a one-man show with statistics.

The athlete's performance is the most important factor.

Of course, the most crucial thing is...

It seems that even compared to these data and research systems...

It seems we can't compare to the other side of the ocean.

This is the most terrible.

It will be harder to scam funding in the future.

It is not in the highest or top position.

So you want to be Commissioner Smith?
It's not that easy.

This time, it wasn't just Bolt who lost.

The failure of the American scientific movement system.

That's the most important thing for them.

The old era.

ended.

A new era.

Is it rising in the east?

Or perhaps the sun itself is something...

It rises from the east.