The Su God of the Reopening of the Sports Arena

Chapter 2535 Take it down! The feeling of defeating the strong with the weak is just so exhilarating!
On the track during the men's 200m final at the 2015 Beijing World Athletics Championships.

The roar of the audience at the Bird's Nest almost lifted the dome.

电子计时器的数字跳到16秒03的刹那，150米标记线被两道紧紧咬住的身影同时踏过。第4道的谢正业，第7道的加特林。

The shoulder lines are barely level, like two cannonballs compressed to the extreme.

They were waiting for the thunderous explosion that would decide the outcome in the final 50 meters of the straight.

At this moment, Gatlin had lost the ease he had shown in the first 100 meters of the curve.

My body, which is almost 34 years old, is like a precision instrument that has been running at high speed on the track for more than ten years. But even the best instrument can't withstand the wear and tear of time and the overload of high-intensity competition.

His breathing gradually became heavy, like that of a broken bellows.

Each rise and fall of his chest carried an undeniable sense of heaviness and discomfort.

Sweat poured down the bulging veins on his forehead.

It crashed onto the track marked "2015 IAAF WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS".

A small, dark stain instantly spread, only to be quickly evaporated by the heat.

In the first 150 meters, relying on his technical instincts honed over many years on the track, he firmly controlled the rhythm—his restrained arm swings on the curves acted like a precise compass, calibrating the angle of his body's tilt, while his core muscles tightened like tempered steel plates, gradually dissipating the lateral inertia.

However, once on a straight track, the high energy consumption of the torso-traction swing arm method becomes apparent.

Finally, a physical crisis erupted within his body.

He actually knows what he needs to do, or how he should do it.

But I just don't dare to do it.

The reason is simple: his body was already nearing its limit. Any more, and if it were a younger body, it would be fine; even overexertion could cause it to operate at an excessive frequency.

But what about the health of older people?
Overclocking it could very well cause your engine to blow up.

This is why older athletes find it difficult to give their all, to push themselves to their limits, or even to exceed them.

The reason is simply that they dare not.

You know your own body best.

If the engine were to explode at this age...

I don't know how much longer it will take to recover, and I may be permanently removed from the ranks of high-level players.

The Gatling gun took so much time to recover, not just to go back to square one.

When a person hesitates, their thoughts become imprisoned.

When the mind is restricted, the body cannot function freely.

At least for now, a person's body is still controlled by their thoughts.

Even the strongest person won't exert themselves if they don't put in the effort.

You might not be able to exert any force.

160 m.

The range of motion of his right arm swinging backward was visibly reduced.

It was no longer the steady, pendulum-like rhythm of the first half; each pull was accompanied by a barely perceptible tremor.

The soreness in my latissimus dorsi muscles had already exceeded the threshold of muscle tolerance, spreading to the entire scapular region, feeling like countless fine needles were pricking me.

Gatlin could clearly feel his stride frequency decreasing.

As we transitioned from the curve to the straightaway, the time dropped by a mere 0.3 seconds.

The stride also narrowed by half a palm's width.

This is the most direct signal of physical fitness loss.

It's a warning from my 34-year-old body.

It couldn't withstand this aggressive power output.

But Xie Zhengye was a few steps away to his left.

But it's like a supercar with its engine ignited.

Stepping to the most ferocious rhythm, at the 150-meter mark, it begins to unleash its most terrifying weapon.

His speed and endurance ability, honed repeatedly by Su Bingtian and his coaching team, can be described as "historic".

It's definitely at the top of history now.

Otherwise, even if you are trained under such scientific conditions and given such advanced scientific theories to lay a foundation for you, you still can't raise your potential to the next level.

Let's just not run anymore.

Wasting resources.

At this moment, 21-year-old Xie Zhengye still maintained an amazing breathing rhythm, with each inhale and exhale precisely timed to the intervals of his stride, without the slightest disorder.

His torso-driven arm-swinging technique still possesses that same fierce and resolute spirit.

When the right arm swings back, the latissimus dorsi muscles bulge like a small hill, the shoulder blades shrug slightly, and the torso twists with a fierce force, each exertion of force as if to tear a hole in the air.

Including the core muscles, which are a unique and resilient steel defense line for young people, they steadily support the body's center of gravity during high-speed twisting.

There wasn't a single tremor.

Or rather, compared to a Gatling gun, there's no shaking.

That's enough, of course, because he's an opponent.

Bolt and Blake weren't originally in the lead, were they?

Taking out the Gatling gun is enough.

This was the point even before the match began.

Xie Zhengye's team had already set their goals.

Those sore and tight sensations coming from the latissimus dorsi and trapezius muscles.

It was nothing more than a tiny ripple in his body.

Young muscle fibers are metabolizing lactic acid with astonishing efficiency.

Glycogen reserves remain as plentiful as an oil tank filled to the brim.

This is what Su Shen values ​​most, and it is Xie Zhengye's most precious talent.

The coaching staff's data analysis table clearly marked Xie Zhengye's speed and endurance parameters.

His lactate threshold is 20% higher than that of top athletes in his age group.

The maximum oxygen uptake reached an astonishing 78 ml/min.

Even at the extreme level of running from 200 meters to 150 meters, the energy output efficiency of the muscles can still be maintained at more than 85% of the peak.

With such qualities, looking at the history of world athletics, he is someone who can rival the future legend Lyles.

Lyles' dominance was built on his unstoppable acceleration in the final 50 meters.

Xie Zhengye, on the other hand, possesses Sunai Capital, which is on the same level as him.

In his previous life, Xie Zhengye possessed Lyles' speed and endurance potential before his super evolution.

In this life, Xie Zhengye will naturally possess the speed and endurance potential of Lyles after his super evolution.

All those years of training, wasn't it all for this moment?

Running on the Bird's Nest.

Even Xie Zhengye.

There aren't many opportunities.

This might be the only time he'll ever reach his peak.

It's absolutely essential to be sure.

As long as you're a Chinese athlete, who wouldn't make the most of a chance to compete at the Bird's Nest?

At this moment, this capital is being transformed into the most direct speed advantage on the track at the Bird's Nest.

At 160 meters, Xie Zhengye's left shoulder had quietly caught up with Gatlin's shoulder line.

He could feel Gatling's heavy breathing beside him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could even see the other person's taut jawline.

You can feel the old engine's RPM dropping little by little.

Although they are separated by several roads.

But for some reason, Xie Zhengye had the extra energy to do so.

Moreover, the more he observed Gatlin, the more confident he became.

He didn't rush to exert force, but steadily maintained his own rhythm, each step he took felt like stepping on a drumbeat.

The moment your feet grip the track, your quadriceps and glutes explode simultaneously, transmitting power through your thighs to your entire body.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

The arm swing remained fierce, the force of the right arm pulling back showed no sign of diminishing, pulling the torso along.

Propelling his legs, he cut through the air like a red lightning bolt on the track.

Upon arriving at this point, Xie Zhengye began to pay even more attention to the overall rhythm.

Because at this point, in the last 50 meters, the 200-meter segment becomes a test of rhythm and speed endurance.

The test is no longer about your acceleration ability, but about your ability to maintain speed and minimize the loss of speed.

Gatling sensed it.

He sensed that the young man on his left was like a cheetah poised to pounce, slowly closing in.

He wanted to grit his teeth and increase the speed, to tighten his core again, and to increase the range of his arm swing.

But my body felt like it was filled with lead.

Moreover, even a slight lift can cause soreness and a tearing sensation in the body's muscles.

Both are intensifying.

This immediately sobered him up considerably.

There's nothing I can do; getting old is a real disadvantage.

That's just how competitive sports are.

Even if you are Michael Jordan.

Nothing can withstand the test of time.

At 34 years old, muscles can no longer respond to commands from the brain.

The stinging sensation from the buildup of lactic acid spreads from the front of the thighs to the lower abdomen and then to the shoulder blades, like an invisible net.

They firmly trapped him every time he exerted force.

His stride frequency slowed down, his stride length became shorter, and his once stable running posture, like that of a cruise missile, began to show subtle changes.

This is the fatal disruption that physical fitness can cause to rhythm.

In the world of track and field sprinting, rhythm is the lifeline, and physical fitness is the cornerstone of maintaining rhythm.

When physical fitness is depleted, even the most exquisite skills become meaningless.

Gatlin knew this all too well; he had repeatedly worn down his opponents in the race by using his superior stamina in the later stages of the race.

But today, he became the one whose physical condition broke him down.

Or rather, since his comeback, he has become much harder to defeat in the later stages of the game, while he himself has frequently suffered setbacks in the later stages.

At 170 meters, Xie Zhengye's figure was already running alongside Gatlin.

The stands at the Bird's Nest erupted in deafening cheers.

The shouts of "Xie Zhengye! Xie Zhengye!" echoed through the air.

It was like an invisible hand pushing him forward.

It strongly stimulated the adrenaline in his body.

It felt easier to run than usual.

More powerful.

More restless.

In addition, he has now sensed an advantage.

That further stimulated his inner self and allowed him to unleash his potential.

They won a medal at the Bird's Nest.

That was Xie Zhengye's ultimate wish.

Although I couldn't win a gold or silver medal, this bronze medal is still a great one.

They must stay in the nest.

He caught a glimpse of Gatlin's tense profile out of the corner of his eye.

I saw a hint of helplessness flash in the other person's eyes.

He knew the opportunity had come.

180 meters, the red plastic track rushes past beneath my feet.

The shouts from the Bird's Nest had faded into a muffled roar. Inside Xie Zhengye's chest...

My heart is pounding wildly at a rate of 200 beats per minute.

Each pump of blood carries a scorching heat, rushing to every part of the body.

But his eyes remained sharp as a hawk's, fixed on the finish line ahead.

In fact, Xie Zhengye didn't even know if the cheers were for him; he was too exhausted to listen.

What he needs to do now is surpass it.

Take down the Gatling gun in lane 7.

That was the only thought in his mind.

This is not the time to accelerate, it is the time to maintain speed.

In the last 20 meters of a sprint, it's never about who runs faster, but about who slows down the most.

After running at high speed for 180 meters, the muscle glycogen is already on the verge of depletion, and the stinging sensation of lactic acid buildup feels like countless fine needles.

It penetrates into every fiber of the latissimus dorsi, quadriceps, and core muscles.

The competition at this moment is about speed endurance talent and the body's tolerance to lactic acid.

It's the ability to minimize speed loss at every step.

Xie Zhengye was well-versed in this.

He didn't try to increase his stride frequency, nor did he blindly increase the amplitude of his arm swing; he simply stuck to his own rhythm.

The force generation pattern of the torso traction arm swing method remains unchanged. When the right arm is pulled back, there is still a strong pulling sensation of soreness in the latissimus dorsi muscles, and the arch of the scapula is raised exactly as expected.

The angle at which the torso was twisted was so precise it was as if measured with calipers.

He knew that any unnecessary movements were a waste of energy and would accelerate the loss of speed.

What he needs to do is to etch this set of movements into his muscle memory, so that every arm swing and every push-off becomes instinctive.

The incredibly youthful body is unleashing an astonishing resilience against lactic acid.

Not to mention, his lactate threshold is far beyond that of ordinary people, and the efficiency of his muscle cells in metabolizing lactate is fully demonstrated at this moment.

Regardless of whether you feel a strong soreness in your latissimus dorsi muscles, it's not a problem.

In any case, for 21-year-old Xie Zhengye, it did not turn into a tearing pain.

His birthday is coming up soon.

He wanted to give this as a gift to himself for his 22nd birthday.

As a young man, nothing made him feel more honored than making a name for himself.

Moreover, this glory was achieved in front of hundreds of millions of viewers right at their doorstep.

You can brag about this for the rest of your life.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

The stiffness in the front of the thighs is briefly relieved after each push-off, only to be covered by the next exertion.

He maintained a steady pace.

It feels like this Gatling gun is... showing no signs of slowing down at all.

The stride length also maintains its peak width, and the moment the foot pushes off the ground, the gluteus maximus and hamstring muscles continue to exert force solidly, without much flaccidity.

It was as if they were telling Gatling gunners in lane 7.

Tell the Gatling gun that every time its gaze sweeps over.

I still have plenty of energy.

I have it much easier than you.

On one occasion, their eyes met while they were running.

Xie Zhengye gave him a slightly disdainful look.

This further provoked Gatling.

Gatling couldn't take it anymore and wanted to take off.

But what a pity.

Getting old is getting old.

Do you know what it means to have old arms and legs?
The more you want to do it, the more your mind thinks it, but your body does it.

Do you support me doing this?

Anyway, since that's how Gatling guns are designed, they don't support 100 meters.

200 meters.

of course.

It is also not supported.

If we say that Xie Zhengye's speed is decreasing at an extremely slow rate that is visible to the naked eye.

So, by doing this, the Gatling gun actually slowed down the speed even faster.

The center of gravity shifted slightly forward.

It's almost impossible to control.

At this moment, the 34-year-old body showed signs of fatigue.

The slightest breeze or rustling can disrupt the rhythm that was maintained.

The enthusiasm of middle-aged people cannot withstand the slightest disturbance.

Everyone at China Securities should understand this.

Gatling guns were determined to go all out.

So this is the only possible outcome.

His arm swing amplitude visibly decreased.

The force of pulling the right arm back was reduced by half.

The height of the scapula was reduced by one inch.

The angle at which the torso twisted also began to fluctuate.

The core muscles that were once as taut as steel plates are now like a cement wall with the steel bars removed.

It was swaying slightly.

His physical collapse made it impossible for him to maintain the coordination between his arm swing and torso.

His cadence dropped to below 4.

The stride length was reduced to a distance of two palms.

Each step felt like walking on cotton, and the contact time between the soles of the feet and the track increased.

The reaction force from pushing off the ground was weaker, and the rate at which the speed decreased was more than twice as fast as Xie Zhengye's.

185 m.

Xie Zhengye's left shoulder has quietly surpassed Gatling's shoulder line.

With the game deadlocked at the same level, Gatling exposed his own weakness.

Trying to stimulate the body and unleash a powerful burst of energy actually had the opposite effect.

At this point, Xie Zhengye's rhythm became more stable, and he focused more intently on maintaining his own pace...

Instead, they broke through the encirclement.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Gatling's tense profile and saw the other man's clenched teeth.

I saw the bulging veins on his sweat-covered forehead trembling slightly.

What does it feel like?
The feeling is, of course,...

Cool!
He could almost hear Gatling's heavy breathing.

The voice carried a hint of desperate stagnation, like a bellows with a stuck piston.

It was making a whooshing sound.

But Xie Zhengye did not relax in the slightest.

His breathing remained caught in the intervals between his steps, each inhalation short and forceful, each exhalation accompanied by a burning sensation in his chest.

The arm swing was still fierce, yet terrifyingly precise.

The force of pulling the right arm back is just enough to maintain the stability of the torso and to drive the twisting of the hip.

Not a penny more, not a penny less.

His body remained leaning forward at the same angle, maintaining a steady center of gravity.

Like a warship cutting through the waves.

Sailing steadily forward amidst the turbulent waves of lactic acid.

Don't even mention how steady you are; you definitely can't compare to monsters like Blake and Bolt.

But whether it's stable or not depends on who you compare it to.

It's the same old story.

It's okay if I can't beat Bolt and Blake.

As long as it's more stable than your Gatling gun, that's fine.

190 meters, the finish line is already clearly visible in the last 10 meters.

Gatling tried desperately to maintain his rhythm.

His teeth were clenched so hard he was trying to tighten his core again and try to bring his arm swing back.

But my body was no longer under my control.

The stinging sensation of lactic acid completely drowned out the muscle's activation signals.

The muscles on the front of my thigh started to twitch.

The soreness in my latissimus dorsi muscles turned into a tearing pain.

His speed.

It is declining at an avalanche-like pace.

Xie Zhengye, on the other hand, continued to slow down at the slowest pace.

His stride frequency remained steady, and his stride length remained wide.

When the right arm is pulled back, the curve of the scapula still rises sharply, and the angle of the torso twists remains precise.

The young heart is still pumping blood frantically.

The goal is to deliver every last bit of energy to every muscle.

Yu Guangli, watched by 100,000 people.

Xie Zhengye's figure.

It's happening little by little.

Inch by inch.

He moved from Gatling's side to the front.

That wasn't an explosive breakthrough; it was a breakthrough achieved through perseverance.

They used historic speed and endurance to wear down Gatlin's stamina to the point of collapse.

Run the Gatling gun's pace until it collapses.

then.

Minimize your speed loss to the extreme.

A lead earned little by little through hard work.

"ended."

When they were about 180 meters apart, Su Shen had already noticed something was amiss.

Judging from his tone.

Zhao Haohuan didn't even bother to ask any more questions; he just knew it was about who had ended their relationship.

At 195 meters, Xie Zhengye was already half a body length ahead.

The Gatling gun is no longer viable.

Gatlin could already see Xie Zhengye's profile and back in his line of sight.

He could sense that the 21-year-old was like an unbreakable barrier.

It blocked him from the finish line.

He wanted to exert himself and sprint, but his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and every step felt as heavy as stepping on his own nerves.

Damn!

Why can't I be ten years younger?!
If I were ten years younger!

I'm definitely not inferior to him!!!

Yes, if you were ten years younger.

You're in a competition.

They don't even have the right to play.

They're even comparing a fart.

At this moment, the two yellow lightning bolts at the forefront had already sped away.

Usain Bolt's stride is as expansive as a roc spreading its wings, and every push-off carries an aura of dominance.

Blake was biting him tightly from behind.

The showdown between the two Jamaican stars ignited the crowd.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

195 m.

Bolt and Blake had already crossed the finish line.

Xie Zhengye's eyes were fixed on the finish line ahead.

Within his 21-year-old body, a historic speed and endurance talent is erupting.

Although the cadence has declined further, as long as it's less than your zero decline, it's fine.

The arc of the torso pulling the arm swing is precise, the latissimus dorsi muscles bulge like iron when the right arm is pulled back, and the scapula is precisely raised to its limit.

It pulls the torso to twist, driving the hips to deliver the final stretch.

The stinging sensation of lactic acid is like being pierced by needles.

But he chewed it up and crushed it between his teeth.

Or perhaps it's amidst this enthusiastic atmosphere of everyone cheering.

In this grandeur.

He could no longer feel much stinging pain.

If you want to know, that's something for later.

not now.

The last 3 meters.

Xie Zhengye suddenly lowered his center of gravity, leaning forward like a drawn bow.

His left shoulder caught up with the finish line.

Chest to chest.

The last step felt like shattering the air itself.

The last 1 meters!
Xie Zhengye's torso twisted violently.

Swing your right arm back to its maximum extent.

His whole being was like a sword drawn from its sheath.

It darted forward.

His chest.

It was about a body length ahead of the Gatling gun.

It bumped into the sensor area of ​​the electronic timing blanket.

The numbers on the electronic screen jumped wildly, finally freezing—

Usain Bolt, 19.04 seconds, WR.

Yohan Blake, December 19.12.

Xie Zhengye 19.67.

Gatling gun 19.70.

The roar of cheers from the Bird's Nest exploded outwards.

The runway was shaking.

Xie Zhengye staggered to a stop, bracing himself on his knees with his hands.

Breathing heavily.

Sweat mixed with other substances splashed onto the track.

It splashed up tiny shards of light.

He knew he had won.

They defeated Gatlin, who is stronger this season.

The feeling of the weak defeating the strong.

It's always so wonderful.

No wonder...

President Su seems to enjoy winning against all odds.

indeed.

That was awesome!!!
Just as I was thinking, I seemed to hear Yang Jian's voice, as if he had also come to his senses.

There's also Liu Xiang.

They all seemed to be shouting something.

Xie Zhengye didn't quite catch what it was.

But he was certain.

These words contain...

Carrying your own name.

And his name is in those words.

That's enough.

That's more than enough.

(End of this chapter)