The Su God of the Reopening of the Sports Arena

Chapter 2573 Without Bolt, no one could stop him.

Chapter 2573 Without Bolt, no one can stop him.
The echoes of the check-in whistle still lingered in the salty evening breeze of the Maracanã Stadium as eight runners stepped onto the red synthetic track, each standing in their designated lane.

The deep red figure in lane six became the only light in the entire arena. Su Shen bent down to adjust the starting blocks, his fingertips lightly tapping the anti-slip texture, his knees slightly bent to the golden angle of force exertion, and his hip fascia chain quietly tightened.

Like a fully drawn bow, every muscle is in a precise, ready-to-launch state.

There was no sluggishness caused by the short interval between races.

As the countdown on the electronic screen ticked down to the last three seconds, the track became so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the evening breeze carrying the scent of rubber as it swept across the track.

The starter's voice pierced the silence through the electronic speaker:
"On your marks——Set——"

BOOM——————

A sharp gunshot suddenly rang out.

"Game start!"

With this shot, Su Shen's reaction time was extremely fast, 0.109 seconds, leaving all the other eight contestants far behind.

It was still the ultimate reaction in the final.

Incredible.

Bolt watched from the sidelines, drinking beer, finally free from the torment of playing on the field.

This guy's startup is inhuman.

Running like that right before the finals is insane.

Bang bang bang.

What ordinary people see as a starting push-off is, for him, the ultimate art of body control.

The moment the front foot pushes off, the quadriceps and gluteus muscles explode simultaneously, with the point of force precisely landing in the core transmission zone of the plantar fascia.

A powerful, flexed-arm burst.

When the back foot pushes off the ground, the calf muscles and Achilles tendon form a perfect power chain, with no energy wasted.

The first ten meters after the start are where Su Shen perfects his starting technique to its peak.

While others were still struggling with the ground's reaction force and adjusting their body's swinging rhythm, he had already completed a perfect transition from static to dynamic.

The arm swing trajectory is perfectly synchronized, swinging back and forth close to the body's midline, with the elbows maintaining a stable angle without any lateral deviation. Each arm swing works in perfect coordination with the leg push, becoming a boost to the body's forward momentum.

The height of the forward leg lift is precisely matched to the forward lean rhythm of the body. When the foot lands, it does not slam into the ground, but rather rolls to the ground, converting the ground's reaction force into forward momentum without any loss. The body's center of gravity moves forward smoothly without any swaying.

In that fleeting ten-meter distance, his figure had already stood out from the group of top athletes, and the gap in front of him quietly widened, leaving behind those giants who had once dominated the 100-meter track.

He had already left them far behind, and even keeping up with his pedaling rhythm had become a luxury.

It's not just a reflection; it's simply not as good as that.

Moreover, with such a short rest period, everyone's nerves and muscles are actually quite tired.

This actually increased Su Shen's advantage.

Even Powell, being older, is having some trouble adjusting here.

He actually ran worse than Blake.

Gatling guns were also affected.

It's difficult for these older athletes to remain unaffected.

Especially after they have become promising talents.

There's no way around it; we can't rush ahead.

Ironically, these are the players who finish late in the competition, like Zhao Haohuan.

They became even more adept at it.

Ten meters later, Su Shen entered the stage of accelerated burst, which was the beginning of his complete widening of the gap. The essence of acceleration technology was fully displayed at this moment.

The forward lean angle of the body is gradually adjusted as the speed increases, and the point of force exertion for each push-off is precisely located directly below the body's center of gravity.

The hip folding and unfolding become increasingly smooth, the stride length gradually increases as the body fully extends, and the transition between push-off and swing is so fast that it's dazzling.

The core muscles act like an impenetrable steel plate, firmly stabilizing the body's central axis, so that even as speed continues to increase, the upper body maintains a stable posture.

The shoulders and back are relaxed, without any stiffness caused by excessive force.

The frequency of arm swing increases in sync with the rhythm of leg kicking, and the swing amplitude of the arms is perfectly matched with the stride, so that the power transmission from the waist and abdomen to the upper limbs is unimpeded.

The power of each leg push is transmitted through the core, turning the entire body into a highly efficient forward engine.

Twenty meters, thirty meters.

As the numbers ticked by, the gap between him and the competitors behind him widened at a visible speed. At the 30-meter mark, the red figure was already several meters ahead.

On the track, he seemed to have broken free from all constraints, sprinting towards the ultimate speed on his own. The other runners behind him were pushing their legs with all their might, but could only watch his back.

It's as if even the right to pursue has been taken away.

Those acceleration techniques that were once considered classics appear so pale in comparison to Su Shen's ultimate performance.

Thirty meters later, Su Shen entered the extreme burst phase of the middle run, which is the core decisive stage of the 100-meter race and the moment when he showcased the full range of his sprinting skills.

At this moment, he has entered his own speed dimension, and his mid-run technique has reached perfection.

Each leg fold is perfectly timed. The forward swing of the leg and the hip drive are fluid and powerful, maximizing the potential of the stride.

The force of the back leg push-off is short and rapid. The moment it leaves the ground, the toes grip the ground and push forward again.

The forward lean angle of the body is kept stable within the golden range, which minimizes wind resistance and keeps the forward momentum at its strongest.

The wind beside the track brushed past his body, but was completely cut off by his perfect posture. His shoulders, back and head remained relaxed, and his gaze was straight ahead, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

Only the finish line is at the end of the field of vision.

His breathing was perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of his push-off and swing. Each inhale and exhale was precisely timed to coincide with the interval between the push-off and swing, providing ample oxygen for the body's continuous power generation. The lactic acid metabolism in his muscles was minimized under the extreme technical rhythm, even though the speed had already exceeded the conventional limits of human beings.

His movements remained perfectly unchanged.

Every push-off, every swing of the arm, every landing, was as precise as if it had been calculated with a precision instrument, down to the millimeter.

The science is outrageous.

"Su Shen has already surged ahead and is undoubtedly in the lead!"

"Without Bolt as an opponent, he doesn't even pose a challenge here!"

On the track behind them, a group of top athletes had already fallen into a completely passive position.

It doesn't matter who you are or whether you're a giant or not.

They're all the same in front of Su Shen, who's at the lightning level.

Their mid-race running techniques were their respective strengths, but they were completely thrown into disarray by Su Shen's extreme speed.

For example, Lao Bao lost core control due to forcibly increasing his stride frequency, his body began to sway, and the point of force exertion when landing frequently deviated.

For example, Gatlin's attempt to lengthen his stride caused a disconnect between his push-off and swing, resulting in a slight delay with each push-off.

For example, as Dao Ge's muscles reached their limit, the range of his arm swing began to decrease, and the power of his leg kick also gradually diminished.

The gap between them is still narrowing slightly.

However, the distance between them and Su Shen was constantly widening. The gap of several meters was like an insurmountable chasm on the 100-meter track, making all their efforts seem futile.

Those were once considered the ceiling of the 100-meter race.

At this moment, standing before Su Shen, actually...

Vulnerable.

"They've entered a state of absolute dominance! With this advantage, no one can threaten them except Bolt!"

Yang Jian was experiencing the most enjoyable commentary of his life.

There's no need to worry about anyone challenging Su Shen.

Just watch him perform well.

Sixty meters, seventy meters.

Su Shen's speed remained at its peak, while his body began an extreme speed recovery adjustment, preparing for the final sprint and the moment of becoming a god.

This is not a decline in speed, but rather a precise control over one's physical condition, a technical skill that can only be acquired through years of rigorous training.

Bang bang bang.

His stride slowed slightly, but this was not a decrease in power. Instead, it allowed his muscles to have a brief respite from the extreme exertion. His stride remained extended, his arm swing frequency remained stable, and his core lock remained completely engaged.

The body's center of gravity remained stable and forward.

Every movement he makes is a preparation for the final sprint. Behind his seemingly calm rhythm lies absolute control over every muscle and joint in his body.

Eighty meters.

The gap between him and all the other competitors had widened to an astonishing degree. On the track, he moved forward alone, his red figure becoming the sole focus on the red rubber track.

The stands were already erupting in deafening cheers, but when they saw the stark difference in the score, they were momentarily stunned.

Everyone knows that a new legend is about to be born.

No one can be considered Suarez's opponent in this match.

Just like Usain Bolt at the Bird's Nest stadium in 08.

All you can do is watch the new god ascend the throne.

There is no other way.

There was nothing else to do.

After his lightning-fast comeback, no one could threaten him anymore; it felt like there was no Bolt behind him...

To be honest, it's really not something I'm used to.

Otherwise, this time of year would have been the most nerve-wracking for Su Shen in the past.

On the contrary, it's now.

The sound of spiked shoes behind me had disappeared.

Running is so easy and enjoyable.

Gradually, even the negative effects of the short competition schedule were absorbed by his relaxed state.

Much of it was offset.

The others weren't so lucky.

Having reached this point, his top speed was already starting to decline, and the short rest time between the semi-finals and finals was beginning to show. After eighty meters, the finish line was in sight, and Su Shen entered the final sprint.

And his classic moment arrived at this moment.

Fifteen meters from the finish line, he slowly raised his head, turned to the side, and glanced across the track behind him at the runners still giving their all to catch up—

He started doing his own crazy things.

He suddenly turned around and looked behind him.

Laughing, he sped across the finish line, propelled by his body's momentum.

This is a unique look back at the moon that belongs only to Su Shen.

More composed and more commanding than any classic moment before.

Because he kept turning his head back until he crossed the finish line.

There's no need for a crimping line.

And just like that, we easily crossed the finish line.

It stunned everyone; this move was even more arrogant than Bolt's in 08.

After all, Bolt crossed the finish line with a hearty sigh and a pounding of his chest.

Su Shen turned around and looked at everyone.

It was as if I were really looking at the moon.

because.

He is the sun before the moon.

and.

This seemingly simple act of turning around is actually the ultimate test of body control skills.

If an ordinary person were to perform such a movement at such extreme speed, it would inevitably lead to loss of balance, distorted movements, and a sudden drop in speed, but Su Shen managed to do it.

In the instant he turned around, his core remained firmly locked onto the body's central axis, and his arm swing was completely undisturbed, maintaining coordination with his leg kick.

The point of force exertion when the foot lands remains precise, and the forward lean angle of the body remains unchanged.

That glance swept over the unmatched rivals behind him.

They were the best of the best on the entire 100-meter track.

It is also a part of the past history of human sprinting.

His face showed no arrogance or swagger, only a calm and composed demeanor.

It was as if this lead of several meters, this extreme speed, was simply the natural result of things coming together.

The moment he turned to look at the moon was fleeting, and Su Shen's kicking rhythm increased slightly again.

In the final ten meters, he maintained his perfect sprint technique, his front leg swing and hip thrust became increasingly powerful, his rear leg push-off remained swift, and his arm swing amplitude increased slightly, releasing all the last bit of power from his body.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

The crimson figure cut through the air, speeding towards the finish line.

Meanwhile, the contestant behind him was still separated by several meters of space, unable to even touch the hem of his clothes.

"My God, he actually turned around at the very last moment before crossing the finish line..."

"Keep your eyes on the people behind you!"

"It's as if they're saying..."

"Without Bolt, there's no challenge."

The moment Suarez's forefoot firmly crossed the finish line, the numbers on the electronic timing screen jumped rapidly.

The final time was 9.59 seconds.

This shot was fired in such an environment and during a break.

He actually broke the 9.60-second barrier.

You should know that this status can drop quite a bit, on average by 0.1.

Moreover, there was hardly any wind during the final, only 0.2 meters per second.

In other words, he was able to achieve such results under such conditions.

Even with the help of a super reaction.

That's way too exaggerated.

With such a short rest period, no one could have imagined that they could achieve such a result.

And in the end, he didn't cross the line.

They even made such exaggerated movements.

It's like having a competition between two players.

I was deeply moved.

More direct than the audience.

To quote Dao Ge after the match:

I'm afraid it'll be my whole life.

When I think back to that smile at night.

They all have nightmares.

9.59!

This number instantly sent the entire stadium into a frenzy.

This was followed by deafening cheers.

There was almost no tailwind support.

There was absolutely no leniency.

In such harsh conditions and with such a short rest period, he was still able to break 9.60 seconds.

That's a bit too scary.

"9.59!!!"

"Successfully defended their title!!!"

Accompanied by Yang Jian's loud roar.

After crossing the finish line, Su Shen slowly slowed down, maintaining a steady posture without the slightest stumble.

It felt like the ultimate sprint we had just made.

It was just a regular training session.

At this moment, the second-place runner behind him had just stepped into the final section. Those athletes who were once known as the giants of the 100-meter dash were now separated from Su Shen by the gap when they crossed the finish line with all their might.

The difference had reached several meters, a gap unprecedented in the history of the 100-meter final.

There was a similar situation in the last final.

The first time in Olympic history that this was in 08 was.

The arena lights focused on that red figure. Su Shen slowly raised his arms, clenched his fists, and the five-star red flag on his chest shone brightly under the lights.

Every technical movement he made, from the precise exertion of force at the start, to the smooth burst of acceleration, from the extreme stability during the run, to the precise control of the rapid return, and finally to the composure of looking back at the moon and the perfect sprint to the finish.

They all brought the essence of sprinting technique to its ultimate level.

With a time of 9.59 seconds and an absolute lead of several meters, he declared to the world the speed of China.

Let everyone understand that in the face of cutting-edge technology and hard work.

The so-called 100-meter giants are nothing but dust of the times.

At this moment, the Maracanã Stadium belongs to Suarez.

The entire 100-meter track belongs to Su Shen!

A new era in human sprinting begins with this red figure.

Officially launched.

Looking at this scene, Su Shen thought it was already quite good, given the unfortunate competition format in Rio.

Moreover, there wasn't a decent opponent to provoke me in this match.

Without these aspects, it's actually quite difficult to achieve better results.

Besides, there was almost no wind during this match.