Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

Francis had the same idea as him, and he was speeding up with all his might at the moment.

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Don't think about whether you still have strength in the second half.

Yang Zhuo, who had already raised his head, found that these two guys were much more vigorous than usual.

Want to get ahead?

No way!

He wants to win this game perfectly.

Swing your arms vigorously and accelerate.

"Puff puff puff."

High-frequency footsteps sounded continuously.

now.

Whether it is the audience in front of the TV or the audience on the spot.

They were all very nervous.

"accelerate!"

"60 meters, Yang Zhuo surpassed Gatlin!"

"withstand!"

"A miracle is just around the corner!"

"accelerate!"

"No one wants to stop it!"

Yang Jian clenched his fists with both hands, shouting with a distorted face.

He was completely immersed in it.

It seems that it is not Yang Zhuo who is competing, but him!

90 m.

Yang Zhuo has pulled Gatlin two positions away.

100 m.

Cross the line!

At this moment, Yang Jian roared at the top of his voice.

"Champion! Yang Zhuo is the champion!"

"Yang Zhuo created a miracle!"

"6 consecutive championships!"

"The first 6-meter athlete to win [-] consecutive Golden League titles!"

"Yang Zhuo!"

at the same time.

on site.

The 7 people stood up excitedly, and the cheers were deafening, soaring into the sky.

They have witnessed miracles!

The international students from Huaxia were even more excited.

Jump!Shout!Waving the red flag in your hand!

"Yang Zhuo!"

"Yang Zhuo!"

however.

What surprised everyone was still behind.

"The result is out! 9 seconds 75!"

"9 seconds 75! No super wind speed!"

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"9 seconds 75!"

"Yang Zhuo set a new world record!"

"Yang Zhuo broke Asafa Powell's world record of 9 seconds!"

"Yang Zhuo created a miracle!"

"The world record is in Asia! In China!"

Yang Jian's voice was so hoarse that he couldn't shout out.

At this time, he really didn't know how to describe his mood.

world champion!World record-breaking world champion!

Powell is a thing of the past!

Yang Zhuo is number one in the world!

Undoubtedly the number one in the world!

on site.

Yang Zhuo gasped and looked at the big screen.

Broken record?

Yes!

He broke the record, he is now the world record holder!

"what!!!!"

Yang Zhuo clenched his hands into fists and shouted angrily.

at last!

The world record is in his hands.

in the stands.

Li Qing and Hermons embraced excitedly.

"Haha, Yang did it! He did it!"

"Yes, Yang Zhuo did it!"

at this time.

The original chaotic voices of the audience gradually became unified.

"yang!"

"yang!"

Everyone shouted along.

The voices of 7 people gathered into a huge wave, which almost overturned the stadium.

In the live broadcast room, Yang Jian's eyes were red when he saw this scene.

Yang Zhuo actually made the 7 spectators at the Berlin Olympic Stadium shout his name together.

Who else can do it besides him?

in front of the TV.

Every audience was infected, and a rush of blood was rolling in their chests.

Yang Zhuo is the pride of China!

True world champion!

Yang Guoqiang's home.

"Crackling!"

The sound of firecrackers echoed in the night sky.

In the next second, with a "bang", the fireworks were thrown into the air and exploded.

"Wow!"

Bright and colorful fireworks.

Very beautiful!

at the same time.

Many families in the country cheered excitedly.

"Yang Zhuo is awesome!"

"Yang Zhuo is awesome!"

"world champion!"

The scene of the game.

A dozen photographers poured out of the mixed media area.

Everyone is taking pictures around Yang Zhuo.

Stand up and shoot.

Squat and shoot.

Lie down and shoot.