The Su God of the Reopening of the Sports Arena

Chapter 2571 The power to suppress the entire era, the sun god of this era has arrived.

set.

The first shot of the semi-finals.

Suarez's reaction time at the start was 0.135 seconds, which was slightly better than in the preliminaries, but he still lacked focus.

The moment he pushed off the ground, he instantly unleashed the potential energy of his entire fascial chain, and his deep red figure shot out like an arrow.

The moment he started, his opponents felt a suffocating sense of pressure.

The first semifinal track at the Rio Olympic Stadium brought together eight top athletes who had achieved excellent results in the preliminary rounds, including Jimmy Vicaut, Ben Youssef Met, and Akani Simbine.

But when Su Shen stepped onto the starting blocks of the second lane, everyone knew that this semi-final was destined to be his personal show from the very beginning.

The crisp sound of the starting gun shattered the silence of the track. Su Shen's starting blocks sank slightly, and his plantar fascia gripped the rubber track tightly, converting all the ground reaction force into forward thrust.

Vicourt on the left still displayed his top-notch reaction time of 0.133 seconds, trying his best to gain an advantage in the initial stage. However, in the first 3 meters, he saw that Su Shen's figure was already far ahead.

On the right, Simbine used his youthful explosiveness to push his stride frequency to the limit, but all he could see was Suarez's back getting further and further away on the red track.

That deep red arc, like an insurmountable chasm, stood before all its opponents.

At 10 meters, Su Shen's stride suddenly widened. The tension of the intertwined abdominal oblique muscles and quadratus lumborum muscles flowed straight through the fascia of the inner and outer thighs to the ankle joint. The power of the spiral chain made each push-off of his feet carry an overwhelming propulsive force, and his lead at the start instantly expanded to several meters, 3456 body lengths.

Anyway, there's no need to count.

He didn't care how many shots he fired; he wasn't going to go all out with this one, it was just a warm-up.

Vicourt gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength. As the pride of French mixed race, his mid-race running ability was top in Europe, but at this moment, even swinging his arms with all his might, he couldn't even touch Su Shen's butt.

Mette fought so hard in lane four that the veins in her neck bulged. This Ivorian sprinter, who had a qualifying time of 9.97 seconds, felt that Suarez was as fast as a blur in front of her, and all her efforts seemed pale and powerless in the face of absolute speed.

20 meters, 30 meters.

That was the peak moment of Su Shen's acceleration.

This is also the most desperate stage for all opponents.

He didn't deliberately speed up; he just maintained his own competitive rhythm. Even so, his speed still caused the electronic speed measuring screen on the track to keep displaying terrifying numbers.

Vicaut tried his best to maintain a speed of 9.90+ seconds, but found that the gap between him and Suarez was still widening.

Sinbin gave up the chase early on, hoping only to maintain their pace and secure a place in the next round.

Mette's pace gradually slowed down, and fatigue set in earlier than expected.

It seems that after the preliminary rounds, everyone realized that what separated them from Su Shen was not skill, but unattainable talent and strength.

Of course, what they didn't know was that the technological gap was even greater.

Vicaut was the unluckiest of all, running into him in the preliminaries and then again in the semifinals. He was really unlucky.

When he saw the group list, he would silently pray that he hadn't stepped in dog poop when he went out.

How could I be so unlucky?

Just like Usain Bolt was before, anyone who's paired with Suarez now will secretly think, "This is bad!"

Because your speed will be affected by him to some extent, but you can't affect his rhythm at all.

It's fundamentally an unequal competition.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

Enter the mid-race phase.

Su Shen easily widened the gap between himself and everyone else. He didn't even need to use much technique here. In fact, because his body wasn't excited enough, he couldn't even fully unleash the third stage of the six-second burst.

There's nothing we can do, these people are just...

Their strength is insufficient.

They should at least give their group some players like Blake or Powell.

Guy announced this year that he simply wouldn't come.

In reality, there are only five true powerhouses left.

They are Gatling, Suarez, Powell, Blake, and Zhao Haohuan.

And you say there might be a coincidence.

I didn't run into a single person in my group.

However, with his current strength, he doesn't care about these coincidences at all.

The organizing committee can do whatever they want.

Anyway, this year's Rio Games were a complete mess, with athletes being robbed being a common occurrence.

I just want to finish the competition as soon as possible and go back to China.

And he didn't want to run too fast in the semi-finals because of the finals. Ugh, the Rio arrangements were terrible; there was only a little over an hour of rest.

I need to give myself a break.

At 70 meters, Su Shen glanced at his opponent beside him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that the second-place player was still far behind. He quietly slowed down.

The fascial chains, which had been stretched to their limit, relaxed slightly.

The tension in his quadriceps and hamstrings gradually subsided, indicating that he was deliberately holding back.

It is also the composure of the world's number one sprinter.

At 80 meters, he completely stopped, took long strides, and walked towards the finish line in an almost leisurely manner.

His arm swings became gentler, and the force of his push-off from the ground was reduced to a minimum. Even so, the distance between him and his opponent behind him did not decrease at all.

The cheers from the stands had already exploded into a tsunami. Chinese track and field fans waved the five-star red flag and shouted Su Shen's name at the top of their lungs. The waves of cheers were higher and higher, almost lifting the roof off the stadium.

This is almost a carbon copy of Bolt back in the day.

There are no rivals of the same caliber.

A lightning-fast athlete stands on the 100-meter track.

That was a brutal and merciless attack.

Dimensionality reduction strike.

Interdimensional attack.

Interface attack.

At 90 meters, Su Shen maintained his strolling pace.

His dark blue racing suit fluttered gently in the breeze, and his face remained expressionless, as if he were not participating in the Olympic semi-finals, but simply strolling leisurely on the track.

Vicaut sprinted with his last bit of strength behind him, and Simbine and Met also accelerated with the momentum of the last ten meters, but all they could do was watch Su Shen's back.

They were getting closer and closer to the finish line, but they could never catch up.

"This is absolute power, this is the composure of lightning, no one can get close to him."

"He's already started loosening monetary policy, and the extent of that loosening is quite significant, but he has the resources to do so."

"That's what happens when he's called Red Lightning."

"No one can threaten him at all, because the person who could threaten him has already retired and is sitting in the stands watching the game."

That statement is actually true.

Bolt. Without the pressure of the competition, he seemed to have gained a little weight. Then, during the race, he was showing off his beer and alcohol, watching Su Shen compete. When the camera flashed over, he even waved with his greasy hand.

Anyway, the competition has nothing to do with him now.

When these people lose, he can come out and show off, brag, and say that if he were in charge, Su Shi would definitely not have won so easily.

Now, a new generation.

They really don't try hard enough.

It's unbearable to look at.

It's always better to brag than to train hard yourself.

He had enough money after retiring, plus some lightning-fast endorsements.

It's all about games, alcohol, nightclubs, and model girls all at once.

I need to make up for all the self-discipline I've built up over the past few years with a vengeance.

He crossed the finish line, unsurprisingly, in 9.75 seconds.

Terrifying results.

On the Rio runway, where there was almost no wind.

This achievement is simply unattainable.

Even though the next three people opened it for 10 seconds.

It's also meaningless.

They are no match for Su Shen at all. In his eyes, players who have broken the top ten are no different from high school students.

The athletes, clutching their knees, gasped for breath, their chests heaving, sweat dripping down their chins and onto the rubber track.

Their gazes toward Su Shen held no resentment, only deep awe.

Vicourt shook his head, a bitter smile on his lips. He had given it his all and achieved one of his personal bests, but he couldn't even catch up with Su Shen's back.

Sinbine stared at the 9.75 seconds on the electronic screen, his eyes filled with shock. This South African star had hoped to make a name for himself in Rio, but he was completely overwhelmed by Suarez's invincible performance.

Su Shen didn't need to adjust her breathing much.

Because he didn't use much force at all.

For him, the 9.75-second semi-final result was just a warm-up to get himself into the best competitive state. The slow start in the last 20 meters was both to conserve energy for the final and a declaration of strength to all his opponents.

I am the only sun of this era.

One's own light.

It will cover everyone.

Even this sun.

I wasn't very focused today.

Don't ask, the truth is I almost couldn't get excited myself.

He was caught yawning on camera, and it instantly became a hot topic.

Some people even posted this picture jokingly saying—

Su's expression seemed to say, "When are you getting off work?"

Send me the gold medal right away.

I'm off work now.