The Su God of the Reopening of the Sports Arena

Chapter 2533: Give it a try. If it's your script, prove it to me.
The earlier frenzy didn't affect the later stages of the game.

Anyway, the areas ahead are areas that no one can interfere with.

Therefore, even Bolt ran a time of 19.04 seconds.

Blake ran 19.11 seconds, but that couldn't change the choices made afterward, because the people behind him never even considered interfering in the fight between the two.

Who are these two people? They're gods!

Just watch from a distance.

For ordinary people, the battle for third place is the most important thing.

The starting pistol pierced the night sky above the Bird's Nest National Olympic Stadium.

Xie Zhengye's toes barely touched the front edge of the starting blocks before he sprang out.

Instead of swinging his arms dramatically to tear through the air, he bent his arms into two taut, acute angles, his elbows tucked under his ribs, like a cheetah that had been poised for a long time, retracting its claws.

This is the bent-arm start technique he honed over countless days and nights—compared to wide, sweeping arm swings, this posture minimizes body sway caused by centrifugal force in curves, allowing power to be transmitted more directly to the thigh muscles pushing off the ground.

We have now mastered this technology very well.

It also adds a unique personal touch when used on curves.

His body was seen to be slightly tilted to the left.

The left shoulder is slightly lower than the right shoulder.

Each push-off lands precisely on the inner tangent of the track.

The red synthetic track made a soft, rustling sound under his spikes.

On the track to his left, Zhou Bing started almost simultaneously with him.

He also chose the bent-arm start posture, but his arms were bent at a greater angle, and his fists almost touched his collarbone.

In the first few steps after the start, the two were remarkably in sync, their steps landing at the same frequency of air vibrations.

The red figure drew two sharp, parallel arcs on the bend.

Zhou Bing's breathing was right to his left, heavy yet even. Judging from his expression, he was demonstrating what it meant to give it his all.

Zhou Bing raised his knees very high, and each landing was accompanied by tremendous force. The swing of his bent arms was small, but each time it was precisely coordinated with the extension of his legs, forming a powerful dynamic closed loop.

In the first thirty meters, Zhou Bing ran well, second only to Xie Zhengye. Their figures overlapped and separated on the track, like two red lightning bolts, gradually widening the distance between the runners behind them.

However, this situation will not last long.

Just then, a figure wearing a gray Stars and Stripes tracksuit quietly caught up from the outside.

Gatlin's start wasn't particularly impressive.

Of course, the reason why this is considered "not amazing" is mainly because the previous few people were too amazing.

Bolt and Blake are too strong and are not considered.

Zhou Bing and Xie Zhengye both started with their arms bent.

The technological gap gives it a significant advantage.

Therefore, although he had a very sharp start, he appeared quite mediocre.

However, Gatlin was not in a hurry, since everyone knew that these guys would start with their arms bent, and he had already made preparations.

This seasoned veteran knew he wouldn't have much of an advantage at the start, so he simply restrained his explosive power at the start and kept his pace steady.

But his most terrifying aspect has never been his starting position, but rather his ability to accelerate during curves.

While Xie Zhengye and Zhou Bing were still maintaining their lead by relying on the momentum of their bent-arm start, Gatlin had already begun his "hunting moment".

Bang bang bang bang bang.

His body leaned at a greater angle than Xie Zhengye's, almost blending into the curve of the track. His arm swing was still his signature large swing, yet it carried a wonderful rhythm.

When the right arm swings, the elbow will open slightly outward to counteract some of the centrifugal force.

The left arm is pressed tightly against the side of the body, like a balancing bar, stabilizing the body's center of gravity.

His stride frequency gradually increased, and each step was seamlessly connected.

It felt as if the track beneath my feet wasn't red plastic.

Instead, it's a downward-sloping slide; he only needs to follow the inertia to keep accelerating.

Xie Zhengye caught a glimpse of the figure with the black and gray American flag out of the corner of his eye.

My heart skipped a beat, but my footwork remained perfectly steady.

After all, Gatlin was his biggest rival this season, and his personal best was even better.

He has never broken 19.60 seconds; his best personal best is 19.65 seconds.

But they've already broken the 19.60 mark.

Moreover, the wind speed was very low, so if nothing unexpected happens, the third place in this competition will be a battle between him and Gatling.

Isn't it normal for a major competitor to start emerging?
He knew how terrifying Gatlin was; this man had made rapid progress in the 200 meters in the past two years, and had staged countless overtaking maneuvers on the curves of numerous major races.

We must not let our guard down.

Xie Zhengye gritted his teeth and poured more power into his core muscles. His arm swing became smaller, and his fists clenched tighter, his nails almost digging into his palms.

However, they are generally able to maintain their advantage.

It won't be easily overtaken by Gatling.

Zhou Bing, however, was not so lucky.

Although his bent-arm start technique was superb, it still seemed somewhat difficult to overcome Gatlin's absolute speed.

Gatling's figure drew closer, his dark gray tracksuit looming over Zhou Bing like a dark cloud.

Zhou Bing tried to increase his stride frequency, but due to his impatience, his body tilt angle deviated slightly.

In that instant, Gatling seized the opportunity.

In a battle between strong individuals, whoever makes a mistake can seize the opportunity.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

Gatlin slammed his right foot onto the track, his body shooting out like an arrow.

It whizzed past Zhou Bing's right side.

They turned the tide in an instant.

Zhou Bing heard Gatling's heavy breathing mixed in with the sound of the wind; the sound was like a hammer pounding on his eardrums.

He was unwilling to give up, and he swung his arms with all his might, trying to catch up with the gray figure.

However, he made a mistake in his operation just now, which made him stagger. Centrifugal force was like an invisible hand, pulling his body outward.

He had to use some of his strength to maintain his balance, which naturally slowed him down.

The moment Gatlin overtook Zhou Bing, a small burst of surprise erupted from the stands.

After all, some viewers will still directly target their own athletes.

After all, Zhou Bing has had fans over the years.

Seeing their own athlete overtaken by Gatlin caused some tension.

The vast majority of spectators are not true seasoned track and field fans; there are more track and field fans only during major competitions.

Any seasoned track and field fan would know that Gatlin's current ability in the 200 meters far surpasses Zhou Bing's.

The difference between the two is probably close to 10 levels.

It's normal to be overtaken.

Such a large gap in quality cannot be bridged by a simple curved-arm start.

As for Gatling, this veteran showed no signs of letting up, and it was only natural that he surpassed Zhou Bing.

His gaze was fixed on the red figure in front of him.

Xie Zhengye.

Still ahead of him, like a stubborn spark, burning at the end of the bend.

Gatling's lips curled into a cold smile.

His target was Xie Zhengye.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

Accelerate through the curves, and the speed increases.

The road begins to turn and enter the middle of the race.

At this moment, Gatlin increased the amplitude of his arm swing again.

His stride was so fast that his afterimage was almost invisible.

This indicates that the body has fully adapted to the rhythm of the curve.

It was as if each push off the ground was accumulating energy.

Each arm swing is like releasing power.

He could feel his muscles working at their most efficient pace.

Then the thought came to mind.

They caught up with Xie Zhengye.

Catching up with the guy in red ahead.

Then it surpassed it.

Xie Zhengye could feel the growing pressure from behind him.

The intense pressure caused fine beads of sweat to appear on his forehead, which slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the red track, where they evaporated instantly.

The 200-meter race is a mixed aerobic and anaerobic event.

This is also why many people are unwilling to run the 200 meters.

His gaze remained fixed on the bend in the road, where the lights were particularly glaring.

It was as if it were a threshold leading to victory.

He knew he had to keep Gatling behind him before entering the straightaway, otherwise it would be difficult to beat him later.

Even if he possesses historically great speed and endurance talent, Gatling's raw strength should be greater than his own right now.

So let's simply gamble on the final showdown.

It is quite dangerous.

Therefore, it's best to maintain a certain advantage in the early stages.

Just then, a black figure quietly rose from the first position.

Anasso Jowadevanagh, a player from South Africa, did not perform well in the semi-finals; in fact, his performance was mediocre.

But at this moment, he seemed like a completely different person. His body was tilted at an astonishing angle, almost parallel to the ground, and the swing of his arms carried a wild power. Each push off the ground seemed to be releasing some kind of pent-up emotion.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

His speed increased rapidly; his black tracksuit flashed like lightning in the night, constantly closing in on the athlete in front of him.

His target was Zhou Bing.

Zhou Bing was in an awkward situation. After being overtaken by Gatling, his mentality wavered slightly, and his speed noticeably slowed down.

He wanted to adjust and then continue to accelerate.

But the appearance of Anaso Giovadwana...

This caused an unexpected turn of events in the plan.

This only made things worse for him.

The South African figure drew closer, his black tracksuit looming over Zhou Bing like a dark cloud.

Zhou Bing gritted his teeth, trying to steady his pace, but his steps were already somewhat disordered, and the swinging of his bent arms had lost its usual precision.

After being overtaken by one person, before you can adjust, another person gains momentum, disrupting your rhythm.

Zhou Bin was a bit careless here. He had mentioned before the competition that the guy in lane 1 had never broken 20 seconds before this competition.

Since it has never been opened for 20 seconds, it must not be taken seriously by Zhou Bing.

It's like asking why those old monsters in fantasy novels don't kill off the protagonist beforehand.

I ask you, do you possess absolute destructive power over ants?

From a probabilistic point of view, there is a possibility that the ants might eventually overpower you or kill you.

The question is, would you go out and kill all the ants every day?

Even if you have the will, do you have the energy?

can you do it?
So you only know how strong this South African player is from God's perspective, but from the perspective of the person involved...

The guy in lane one wasn't even considered a primary opponent by Zhou Bing before the competition.

He even imagined his opponent as Ashmead.

Or perhaps it was a young Hughes.

But I never imagined it would be someone who hadn't opened it in 20 seconds.

But that's the beauty of track and field; you never know who's ready.

The dark horse might be right next to you, a player you didn't initially think much of.

Anasso Giovadwana's breathing grew heavier, and his eyes gleamed with fanaticism.

Because he could sense that Zhou Bing's speed was decreasing...

This is his chance.

At that moment, his right foot slammed into the track.

He suddenly leaped forward, now only a step away from Zhou Bing.

As his arm swing amplitude increased...

The elbows were almost at shoulder height.

Each swing carries a resolute determination to catch up.

But Zhou Bing is, after all, a seasoned veteran.

Having been kept by Su Shen's side for so many years and cultivated as a sample of ordinary people, it wasn't for nothing.

As one of the earliest veterans to follow Su Shen.

They can't be completely incompetent.

Otherwise, they would have been eliminated long ago.

At the moment when Anasso Giovadwana was about to surpass him.

Zhou Bing gritted his teeth and channeled his last bit of strength into his legs.

His arm swing suddenly became more aggressive, his fist grazing his collarbone, bringing a sharp pain.

But it also... allowed his body to regain its balance.

His steps became steady again, each push off the ground carrying the indomitable stubbornness of an ordinary person.

They forcefully blocked Anaso Giovandwana from behind.

Anasso Giovadwana roared in frustration, increasing his speed once again.

However, Zhou Bing's defense was impenetrable, and the two engaged in a fierce tug-of-war between the first and second lines.

The black and red figures intertwined, like two entwined vines, enacting a contest of speed and power on the bend.

Behind them, British skater Hughes and Jamaican skater Ashmead in lane three have been left far behind, ranking seventh and eighth respectively.

Hughes' face was filled with helplessness, his arm swing was already somewhat deformed, and his steps seemed extremely heavy.

Ashmead looked dejected. His start wasn't bad, but during the acceleration phase of the curve, his rhythm was completely disrupted, and he could only watch helplessly as the runners in front of him got further and further away.

The two figures on the red track looked somewhat forlorn, forming a stark contrast with the fierce chase ahead.

Anyway, it's definitely over.

At this moment on the bend, the focus remains on the top two.

Bolt and Blake are having a battle of the gods.

Waves interact with each other.

Behind them was Xie Zhengye's fierce battle with Gatling, who had caught up with them.

Xie Zhengye was still in the lead, his red tracksuit looking like a burning flame under the lights.

His arm swing remained precise, and the angle of his body tilt perfectly matched the curve of the road.

He could feel Gatling's breathing right behind him, the sound growing closer and clearer.

It was like a sharp dagger pressed against the back of his neck.

This is the feeling of intense confrontation.

You won't know if you have an advantage until the very last moment.

Performs well under high intensity.

This is not a simple matter to begin with.

Not only do you need experience, but you also need to be physically and mentally strong.

Otherwise, this feeling alone could kill you.

It will leave you exhausted.

However, Xie Zhengye and Zhou Bing are actually quite similar.

Both of them started participating in various competitions from a young age.

How could they have been driven away so quickly?

It's normal to feel pressure.

Almost all the athletes from Ersha Island.

Everyone accepts Su Shen's statement as fact.

There is no pressure even on the highest stage.

Do you think you're Usain Bolt?
And even Bolt now.

Whether it's 100 meters or 200 meters.

He's under pressure too, isn't he?
Bang bang bang bang bang.

Gatling's eyes gleamed with a wolf-like light. His stride was pushed to its limit, each step like the beating of a drumbeat of destiny.

He could see Xie Zhengye's back, that red figure right in front of him, within reach.

He knew that if he persisted for just a few more steps and entered the straightaway, he could overtake the other team.

The apex of the curve is getting closer.

The light magnified in Xie Zhengye's eyes, like a giant vortex. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, and his blood surged through his veins with a thunderous roar.

Xie Zhengye gritted his teeth and poured his last bit of strength into his legs.
The range of motion of the bent arm reached its maximum.

The fist almost touched the ground.

Gatling's figure was now parallel to Xie Zhengye's back.

Is a Gatling gun still a Gatling gun?

Having already entered the ranks of giants this year, his speed ahead is extremely strong.

They forcefully exploited the advantages created by Xie Zhengye's bent-arm technique.

Gray and red tracksuits intertwined at the end of the bend.

Like two bolts of lightning, about to tear the night sky apart.

The cheers from the stands had reached their peak, with countless people standing up, waving their arms, shouting, and roaring, their voices deafening.

Although these cheers were not for them.

But as an athlete, you can hypnotize yourself.

Make yourself feel like this is for yourself.

Of course, it is the home field after all, so most people will be drawn to the strong players.

Everyone wants to see what the strongest human 200-meter runner looks like.

But I'll still get distracted a bit, checking on my own athletes.

Xie Zhengye is still in the lead, ranking third.

Most people felt a sense of relief.

At least we're still ahead.

At least there's still a chance to win the game.

No?
Zhou Bing was still locked in combat with Anaso Giovadwana. The black figure was relentlessly pursuing the red figure, their footsteps almost overlapping.

Furthermore, the speed is getting faster and the pressure is getting stronger.

Every breath was accompanied by a burning pain.

An indomitable light shone in Zhou Bing's eyes.

He knew he couldn't afford to lose, at least not on the bend.

Otherwise, I would really become a laughing stock among my colleagues on Ersha Island.

Especially his own woman, who performed as well as ever in the competition.

Although I didn't expect such a big breakout this year and didn't win a medal in the 200 meters, my 100 meters was still quite consistent.

I can only run 200 meters.

If you can't even run 200 meters well.

He can really go home and retire now.

Hughes in lane three and Ashmead in lane eight were still struggling to hold on in seventh and eighth place, respectively. Their steps were already a little unsteady, and their sports uniforms were soaked with sweat, clinging heavily to their bodies.

They've almost given up.

It's completely impossible to catch up now.

All he could do was mechanically swing his arms, trying to catch up with the athletes in front of him.

Whether or not they can catch up is another matter.

The lights in the Bird's Nest illuminated the red running track, making it appear like a frozen flame.

As Xie Zhengye and Gatlin approached the apex of the curve, the tension in the air was so intense it was almost about to explode.

That was the most dangerous section of the 200-meter track, where centrifugal force reached its peak, and even a slight deviation in the angle between the body and the track could throw you off the optimal running path.

The apex of a curve is precisely the critical point for the conversion of speed and potential energy, where athletes can overtake.

It never relies on brute force, but on the ultimate control of body mechanics.

Xie Zhengye's muscles were still tense.

His bent-arm starting posture continued into the middle of the curve, with his elbows always close to his ribs and his fists making small back-and-forth swings below his collarbone.

This is a technique that his coach had ingrained in him since he was a teenager—narrow-range bent-arm swings can shorten the torque, reduce the swaying amplitude of the upper limbs under the action of centrifugal force, and allow the pulling force of the core muscle group to act more directly on the lower limbs for propulsion.

This is especially useful within 200 meters.

Because there are centripetal and centrifugal forces at the curve of the 200-meter section.

This technique is quite effective at counteracting centripetal and centrifugal forces. The hips should always remain in an inward-tightening position.

The connection angle between the femoral head and the acetabulum is accurate to the millimeter.

With each push-off, the quadriceps on the front of the thigh and the hamstrings on the back of the thigh perform a near-perfect coordinated contraction, transmitting the reaction force from the ground upwards along the body's midline.

Then, through the core twist, it is transformed into forward propulsion.

But his breathing was slightly erratic here.

Or was it because he was too eager to unleash his maximum speed on the curves?

It was a tiny bit earlier than usual.

This resulted in the speed limit not being reached at the optimal point.

At the same time, it prevented me from fully getting into my most comfortable rhythm to run at top speed on the curves.

It may seem like just a minor issue, but in fact, it's quite significant.

At this top level, even the slightest error can affect the final result.

Centrifugal force at the apex of a curve.

It was frantically tearing at his balance.

Because he didn't reach the speed point that his body was most comfortable with.

This is of course nothing to ordinary people.

But for competitive athletes...

That was a minor injury.

At this moment, Xie Zhengye could feel his left lumbar muscles trembling slightly.

That's a fatigue signal from muscles that are in a state of continuous isometric contraction to counteract centrifugal force.

His gaze was fixed on the tangent of the runway ahead, and his retina even experienced a brief visual afterimage due to the high speed.

But he dared not relax in the slightest.

Xie Zhengye knew that Gatlin was right behind him, the veteran known for his "dynamic center of gravity control" during cornering.

They never miss the perfect overtaking window at the top of the arc.

as predicted.

Gatling's figure, at this moment, was like a gray shadow, clinging to Xie Zhengye's right rear.

It can only be said that Gatling mastered the Jamaican running style.

Except for Tyson Gay, who was absent, the entire American track and field team...

No one can compare to Gatling's technical understanding here.

To put it another way, in the United States, no one understands the mechanical logic of the curve apex better than Gatlin.

This is not an exaggeration at all.

After all, his technical comprehension is exceptional.

Execution and self-discipline.

These are abilities rarely seen among Black people.

Gatlin is indeed hardworking and dedicated in these areas, and willing to delve into them.

His passion for track and field is undeniable.

Moreover, he received recognition from Green, a veteran technical legend.

Gatling skills, whether it's basic skills or understanding of new technologies.

They are all top athletes on the US track and field team.

So even though his start wasn't amazing, he kept adjusting his body posture from the 30-meter mark onwards.

Unlike Xie Zhengye's "static center of gravity stability".

The Gatling gun uses a "dynamic center of gravity shift" technique.

The difference between the two is that his body tilt angle is adjusted in real time according to the curvature of the curve.

For example, from 15 degrees at the entrance of the curve to 22 degrees before the apex of the arc.

At this point, each increase in angle precisely corresponds to an increase in centrifugal force.

His hips did not continuously adduct like Xie Zhengye's.

Instead, with each push-off, it makes a tiny, reciprocating motion of abduction and retraction.

This action may seem superfluous, but it actually contains a hidden meaning.

A slight abduction of the hips allows the gluteus maximus to stretch before pushing off the ground, accumulating elastic potential energy.

The inward contraction at the moment of pushing off the ground allows the contraction force of the gluteus maximus and the pushing force of the quadriceps femoris to combine.

Improve the efficiency of each step.

More importantly, it's his arm swing.

If you've ever run the 200 meters, you'll know that the arm swing requirements for the 200 meters are probably much higher than for the 100 meters.

The reason, of course, is the bend in the road 200 meters away, as mentioned earlier.

If you don't use your swing arm properly to maintain balance.

The first one to suffer is yourself.

Upon closer inspection, it turns out that Gatling's arm swing actually... subtly increased from the middle of the curve.

Of course, this is not a random, unrestrained approach.

When his right arm swings, his elbow opens outward at an angle of about 10 degrees.

This is the "centrifugal force cancellation mechanism" that he honed through thousands of training sessions.

The outward swinging force of the right arm can just offset part of the centrifugal force that throws the body outward, so that the core muscles no longer have to fight this part of the load alone.

His left arm, however, remained close to his body, swinging slightly, creating a rhythmic pattern of "one wide and one narrow" arm movements.

This asymmetrical arm swing pattern can improve the body's dynamic balance without increasing energy consumption.

Just like the axis of rotation of a gyroscope.

Through asymmetric mass distribution.

To achieve a more stable rotation state.

Of course, the most important thing is...

Gatlin's current 100-meter speed and his ultimate speed.

I have absolute confidence.

Even Xie Zhengye could break 10 in this respect.

But I'm still far from being as good as him.

Absolute speed, humph, it's possible it's off by 0.3.

Even if you can't directly equate the speed of 100 meters with that of 200 meters, it doesn't mean they are completely unrelated.

In fact, they are closely related.

Moreover, the better your skills, the greater the correlation, and the smaller the conversion relationship between 100 meters and 200 meters.

It's obvious that Gatling is the one with better skills.

and so.

When both players' spikes simultaneously crossed the white marker line at the top of the curve.

Gatling gun.

He finally started his overtaking engine.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

His right foot slammed into the track. This time, the point of force was not the front part of Xie Zhengye's foot, but a rolling force from the entire foot.

From the heel touching the ground, to the transition to the arch of the foot.

Then, the entire process, from pushing off with the forefoot to releasing the weight, takes only 0.02 seconds.

However, it can extend the duration of the ground's reaction force by 30%.

This is the core technology of "maximizing the utilization of elastic potential energy".

When the heel strikes the ground, the elastic fibers of the arch of the foot are stretched, accumulating potential energy.

When the forefoot pushes off, the elastic fibers rebound, which, combined with the muscle contraction force, generates even stronger propulsive force.

At the same time, Gatlin's core muscles completed a textbook-perfect isokinetic contraction.

At this point, in order to maintain speed when passing the apex of the arc.

Gatling's transverse abdominis and erector spinae muscles work together.

The body's midline is firmly locked, while the quadratus lumborum muscle completes a rapid twist in an instant.

This twisting motion allows his body to maintain a tilted angle while doing so.

It obtained a forward rotational torque.

This is something Xie Zhengye failed to do.

Xie Zhengye's core muscle groups are constantly performing isometric contractions in order to maintain balance.

The Gatling gun's core twisting mechanism adds extra propulsion while maintaining balance.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Xie Zhengye's skills are now far inferior to Gatling guns.

There's a key reason why Gatling guns can do this, but Xie Zhengye can't...

It's because the Gatling gun has a high enough top speed.

Therefore, he can do that.

It can also maintain greater inertia and cope with the centripetal force that gradually disappears after suddenly passing the apex of the curve.

However, there isn't enough speed to do this.

If you force it to be done this way, you may lose control of your feet and experience greater speed fluctuations when crossing the top of the arc.

That would actually take even longer to adjust.

Not worth the candle.

Top athletes like them have professional teams to help them optimize their performance and identify their strengths.

Avoid weaknesses.

Gatlin is taking advantage of his superstar-level 100-meter ability, which he has acquired this year.

When running on a curve, when it accelerates at top speed.

He forcibly ate Xie Zhengye.

That's right, he just wanted to force himself on her.

That's how domineering and imposing it is.

No fancy tricks.

That is, to tell Xie Zhengye directly.

No matter what techniques or tricks you have.

My absolute speed is higher than yours.

I will use my absolute speed.

I'll crush you.

Let's see what you can do about it!
That's definitely a good idea; it's quite like using brute force to overcome all other methods.

Gatling also has the means to do so.

19.50+, this is the result achieved under low wind speed conditions.

There have been very few in human history.

And given his age, how can he possibly have that kind of energy now?
All I can say is that if he had been born in modern times, trained in modern ways, and had a younger body and more advanced technology, he would have been a better person.

Let's not even talk about surpassing those two monsters.

Perhaps I can run into Lyles.

Of course, the same applies to Guy.

After all, Gay's main focus is on the 100-meter dash. He was hampered by injuries in the 200-meter dash, so he trained less and did less practice. He relied purely on his raw talent to achieve terrifying results.

If you shift your center of gravity here, your body strength will be better.

Both of them definitely have their advantages.

It's all possible.

Especially the Gatling gun.

At your age, how can you run 200 meters like this?

It’s also absolutely amazing.

You should know that by this time he was already heading towards 34.

To put it bluntly, in his previous life, Bolt himself probably wouldn't have achieved such results at 30, let alone 34.

Therefore, Gatlin performed exceptionally well here; never underestimate this man.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

The force traveled along the chains of his body.

Passed down layer by layer.

From his core to his hips, then to his thighs, and finally to his feet, his hamstrings contracted with astonishing speed at the moment of pushing off the ground.

This is the result of "hyperisotropic contraction training," where muscles, after being rapidly stretched, can generate forces far exceeding those of static contraction.

At this moment, his body was like a precise mechanical instrument, with every joint angle and every muscle contraction following the laws of Newtonian mechanics.

Minimize energy loss.

Efficiency was maximized.

Even Niu Jue saw it and had to admit he was an expert.

Xie Zhengye sensed it.

How could he not feel such a powerful cornering speed?
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the dark gray figure rapidly approaching.

You can sense that Gatling's speed doesn't increase out of thin air, but rather through adjustments to his body posture, converting every bit of power into forward kinetic energy.

This is absolutely the approach of dynamic science.

This shows that he is well trained.

It wasn't a sudden outburst of energy.

Of course, Xie Zhengye wouldn't sit idly by and wait for his doom. He knew, of course, that his 100-meter speed was far inferior to Gatlin's current speed.

Then they began to try to tighten the core.

Increase the force of pushing off the ground.

Even so, this might cause his quadriceps to start feeling sore and swollen from lactic acid buildup slightly earlier.

But... that was an inevitable result of sustained high-intensity contraction.

Moreover, due to his running style, his hips have become somewhat stiff from maintaining an adducted posture for extended periods.

It cannot make flexible dynamic adjustments like a Gatling gun.

After all, Gatling gun hip thrusts are a world-renowned technique.

Regarding the hip joint, Xiao Xie should probably avoid getting into Gatling guns for now.

The difference lies in these minute technical details, which are magnified infinitely.

Therefore, it is during the rapid release of power in the curve.

Gatling's shoulder.

Prior to his body.

It went past Xie Zhengye's shoulders.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

Then gradually suppress and surpass.

This is the key to "overtaking on the tangent".

At the apex of a curve, the optimal driving line is an inward-curving tangent line; whoever gets closer to this tangent line will have a shorter driving distance.

As Gatlin overtook the car, his body leaned inward by 3 degrees, his left shoulder almost touching the inside edge of the track, and his gaze had already passed over Xie Zhengye's head, locking onto the straightaway at the corner exit.

That's why it's said that Gatling was actually the technological emperor of the post-Grit era in the United States.

Otherwise, given the relationship between Green and him, and the grudges between the two, it would be strange if Green didn't cause him trouble.

It's because there's nothing to criticize.

I'm too lazy to say anything.

This further demonstrates the robustness and power of Gatling technology.

Just after overtaking Xie Zhengye, his arm swing rhythm changed again.

The swing amplitude of the right arm decreased slightly, while the swing amplitude of the left arm increased accordingly.

This is to quickly adjust the body's center of gravity after overtaking, preparing for entering the straight section.

The Gatling gun's technical sophistication is truly unparalleled.

Xie Zhengye's heart sank a little.

He could hear Gatling's breathing, right next to his ear. The breathing was heavy but not disordered, each inhale precisely synchronized with his stride frequency—this was the "breathing-step frequency coordination technique."

Push off the ground while inhaling and swing your arms while exhaling to maximize the efficiency of your cardiopulmonary and musculoskeletal systems.

He could feel Gatlin's body converting oxygen into muscle power with an efficiency he couldn't match.

When Gatlin's entire body passed Xie Zhengye from his right side.

A group of track and field fans in the stands, holding American flags, erupted in a thunderous cheer.

After all, every country has its own family and friends groups, as well as international students.

These people are cheering for their country's athletes.

This is perfectly normal.

"His skills are really good, this old guy."

While watching, Su Shen couldn't help but comment.

You can doubt Gatling's character, his loose tongue, and his various despicable acts, but...

If you doubt Gatlin's sprinting skills.

Then you're just a low-level hater.

He's probably no less skilled in this area than the legendary Draymond Green back in the day.

Otherwise, with such an old body, do you think you could achieve such results and break through again by relying solely on physical function?
It can absorb new technologies, improve existing technologies, and integrate them into itself, making them an integral part of its identity.

The ability to light.

That's why he deserves Su Shen's approval.

Gatling did not turn around.

His gaze remained fixed on the entrance to the straightaway ahead, his body shifting from the curve to the straightaway.

His tilt angle is decreasing at a rate of 5 degrees per second, and his hips are gradually returning from an adducted position to a neutral position.

The swing arm mode has also switched from an asymmetrical "one wide, one narrow" mode to a symmetrical, large swing.

All these adjustments were completed in the blink of an eye, without the slightest delay.

Gatlin knew that the transition period from a curve to a straightaway was a high-risk period for speed loss.

Who can adjust their posture faster?

Whoever gains the upper hand on the straightaway will have the advantage.

"Prepare to turn into the straight!"

"When exiting the third turn..."

Justin Gatling!

Does this mean we're just going to hand over the bronze medal here?
Is there no chance of winning a bronze medal in the 200 meters?

Has Xie Zhengye resigned himself to his fate?
If you look at his mouth.

Look at his expression.

Look into his eyes.

You knew it.

While there was concern and surprise, there was also respect for the Gatling gun's capabilities...

But it was definitely not to the point of resignation, fear, or even dread.

Even at this moment, what Xie Zhengye was thinking was...

The dramatic moment has arrived.

Take him down now.

Turn defeat into victory.

Is this truly my own script?
We've secured this script.

That would be more in line with my identity.

If someone knew how he felt, they would probably say...

The ideas of young people these days are really something.

Blurred.

I can't figure it out.

And Su Shen was watching.

Then he'll just smile and say one thing.

Youth has no limits.

Be a little less daring.

Are they still young?

Let's do it.

Ah Ye.

If this is your script.

Then write your name on the protagonist's name in this script.

Write it down and show it to me.

For the 100,000 audience members.

Let's see.

(End of this chapter)