Super Race System Makes Me a Legend

"Lin Cheng, we met again. Do you remember what I said before?"

When Yue Ye comes to the track, he smiles as he passes by Lin Cheng.

"Well?"

Lin Cheng turns around and looks at Yue Ye.

"What did you say?"

"I said, I will beat you! You're embarrassing everyone

Yue Ye clenches his teeth and squeezes a paragraph out of his teeth. His expression is somewhat distorted, and then he quickly returns to normal.

"Lin Cheng, you can enjoy the last cheer, because after today, you will lose forever!"

With that, Yue Ye turns and leaves.

"Is it? I'd love to see what you're going to do

Lin Cheng's mouth rises, and he is interested in Yue Ye's words.

"Take your place!"

In the 100m competition, the referee is in a tight line, and his starting gun is raised into the air.

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With the sound of a gun, eight hundred meter flyers, who were selected at different levels, were immediately launched.

After a brief chase, Lin Cheng of the fifth route and Yue Ye of the seventh route soon break out of the encirclement, and they rush to the end together.

Zhao Dahe did not dare to come out of the stage. His eyes were fixed on the track on the stage. He held his hands on the side rail. His knuckles turned white because of the force, and his forehead was sweating because of tension.

Well, did Yue Ye hide his strength before?!

Looking at the match of 50 meters with Lin Cheng, Ma Wenyuan was a little scared. You know, according to the results of the preliminaries and semi-finals, it is absolutely impossible for such a situation to occur.

Judging from the current speed, Lin Cheng obviously did not release water. At least he thinks so. That is to say, the problem lies in Yue Ye.

No wonder Yue ye said his goal is gold medal. He still has such strength!

Ma Wenyuan's eyes twinkle with excitement, if the momentum continues to maintain, it is not possible to really have a chance to impact the gold medal.

"Come on! Come on, Lin Cheng

"Flying man, flying man!"

"So fast, little brother, come on ~ ~"

the enthusiasm of the audience in the audience was ignited in an instant, and one by one they cried out, as if the race on the field was an international competition, and Lin achievement on the track was the hope of everyone.

Facing the roaring cheers from the audience, Lin Cheng is still calm and has no intention of speeding up. He wants to see what kind of confidence Yue Ye has when he says that.

Forty meters from the finish line, the two men are still almost equal.

At 30 meters, Yue Ye is a little bit ahead by half a position.

At 20 meters, Yue Ye has reached a body position ahead of him, and he is still getting bigger and bigger.

Looking at Lin Cheng who is left behind and getting closer and closer to the end point, Yue Ye's mouth rises, and he can't help laughing. It seems that the effect of nitroglycerin is really not blowing. It can actually increase the speed to such a high speed.

It's a pity that the effect is very short, and the side effects are too large.

Moreover, such a municipal event can drill holes. When provincial events are held, the physical examination will be more strict, and the risk of using it will be increased a lot.

But as long as you can win Lin Cheng, the price is worth it!

Lin Cheng, you still have to lose to me! What's the taste of failure?!

The corner of Yue Ye's mouth rises. He wants to look at Lin Cheng's desperate face.

However, Lin Cheng's face did not show despair at all. More appropriately, it should be disappointment.