Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

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Yang Jian's tone became serious.

at the same time.

The two referees, one in front and one in the back, checked the actions of each player, and after making sure that no one violated the rules, they left quickly.

Yang Zhuo pressed his hands on the runway, his jaws were facing outwards, and his feet were firmly on the running track.

Bend over.

Bow down.

Take a deep breath.

"Set."

The preparatory password sounded.

The eight runners made the starting posture in unison.

"Snapped!"

The starting gun sounds.

The quiet atmosphere at the scene instantly became hot.

next second.

"Alas"

There was a groan from the audience.

Someone snatched it away.

Studio.

Yang Jian explained: "Thompson in the 8th track made a false start! I don't know if it was intentional to create pressure for other players."

"I hope Yang Zhuo can withstand the pressure and adjust his state."

in the stands.

Li Qing's forehead was sweating a little, but he didn't say a word.

Feng Shuyong was also very nervous: "I hope Yang Zhuo can adjust well and not be affected too much."

on the runway.

Yang Zhuo walked back to the starting line with a blank expression on his face.

He had expected this preemptive run.

So it wasn't affected too much.

There is only one chance to start a run, and the next shot will determine the outcome.

before the starting line.

Yang Zhuo squatted down and stepped on the running aids with both feet.

Licking his lips.

At this moment, his heart suddenly calmed down.

Unprecedented peace.

"call!"

Yang Zhuo took a deep breath and looked down at the runway.

at the same time.

The scene was quiet again.

The atmosphere was extremely solemn.

During the men's 100-meter final in the Olympic Games, all competitions in the same field must be suspended.

Be it high jump, long jump, shot put, javelin throw, discus and more.

No matter what the game is, it has to be suspended.

This is the norm.

This is also the treatment of the trapeze world wars.

The focus of the world's attention.

in front of the TV.

Huaxia's audience's hearts were raised in their throats.

No one spoke.

Didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"SET!"

The prepared password sounded again.

"Shh!"

Uniform starting action.

Yang Zhuo's whole body has entered a state, subconsciously eliminating all noises.

Just waiting for the gunshot.

"Snapped!"

At the moment of the gunshot, Yang Zhuo's muscles reacted the same, and his body reacted instantly.

I stepped on the running aid violently, as if I stepped on a spring, and the whole person bounced straight out.

Yang Zhuo's starting reaction has never been so fast.

0.121 seconds.

No. 1 among all.

After starting the race, Yang Zhuo was sullen.

arm swing.

accelerate.

Studio.

"Game start!"

Yang Jian shouted: "Yang Zhuo's starting reaction is very good, and he is now in the first echelon!"

At this moment, it is not obvious to the naked eye who has the upper hand.

You can only see it in slow motion.

Yang Zhuo on the field didn't even know if he had an advantage, nor did he know how many seconds it took to start the race.

All he had in his eyes was the finish line.

At this moment, nothing matters.

I just know how to run forward.

10 m.

20 m.

Some people have raised their heads, but Yang Zhuo continued to run at his own pace, taking advantage of the acceleration trend of his center of gravity leaning forward.

The front soles of the feet scratch the ground.

accelerate.

30 m.

look up.

44 m.

Yang Zhuo felt it.

Feel your speed reach the highest.

now.

In the first place is Gatling.

And Yang Zhuo and Francis, Morris Green, Crawford and Powell are almost side by side.

The naked eye can't see who is ahead at all.

"Yang Zhuo!"