God of Sprint

Chapter 1003: New Flying Men's Battle in the Post-Bolt Era

Inside the Magic City Stadium, the lights are turned on and night falls, but here the lights are still on as bright as day!

At 8 o'clock, the entire stadium was packed with people, noisy and lively. The audience was in high spirits, looking forward to the upcoming exciting game.

Hundreds of reporters gathered on the sidelines, holding cameras, ready to capture every exciting moment.

The host stood in the center of the stage and shouted in an impassioned voice: "Ladies and gentlemen!"

"Welcome to the Magic City Stadium!"

"Next, we will welcome the men's 100-meter sprint final!"

Before the host finished speaking, the enthusiasm of the audience was instantly ignited, like a pot of boiling water, boiling up! People in the audience gave deafening cheers, shouts came one after another, and the red flags in their hands waved like waves!

Not only that, those who did not attend the game in person but watched the game in bars, cinemas, etc. were also infected by the warm atmosphere and applauded spontaneously.

"Now, let us welcome the contestants of the 100-meter final to make their debut!"

"First, the contestant in lane one is about to appear. He is from the United States, and is known as the all-around speed king, Fred Cole-Lee!"

Accompanied by the sound of exciting music, the tightly closed door slowly opened, as if unveiling the mysterious veil for this highly anticipated contestant.

Finally, Fred Collet appeared in people's vision. He was tall and vigorous, and every step he took exuded a kind of confidence and strength.

When he walked to the center of the stage, he suddenly stopped, then he clasped his hands together and bowed his head silently like praying to God.

After doing all this, Fred Cole quickly raised his head, a smile appeared on his face, then he jumped and rushed towards the first lane like a whirlwind.

"Now, please welcome the second 100-meter sprinter, the American star athlete Blackberry Trivandrum Bromer!"

Following the host's introduction, the door slowly opened again. This time, the man who came out, Cui Wang Bromel, formed a sharp contrast with Fred Collet.

Bromell was a burly man with well-defined muscles. He had a large gold chain hanging around his neck and sunglasses covering his eyes, making it difficult to see his expression. His steps were steady and powerful, and each step seemed to leave a deep mark on the ground.

When he walked to the center of the stage, he did not make a special move like Fred Cole did, but stood there with his hands folded in front of his chest, expressionless, looking very cold. His presence was like an iceberg, making people feel an invisible pressure.

"Next, let's welcome the third 100-meter sprinter with the warmest applause! He is one of the five tigers in our flower-growing family's track and field world, the White Tiger General - Xie Zhenye! General Xie, please come on stage!"

Following the host's passionate voice, the audience's eyes were focused on the door opening. Xie Zhenye, wearing a red sportswear, walked steadily to the center of the stage. As he walked, he performed a set of traditional martial arts moves of the Flower Planting Family. His movements were as natural and smooth as flowing water, and each movement was full of power and beauty.

When Xie Zhenye walked to the center of the stage, he suddenly stopped and made a tiger fist posture. He clenched his hands into fists and placed them in front of his chest, with his legs slightly squatting, like a tiger ready to attack. At the same time, his face also showed a fierce expression, his eyes were sharp as lightning, which made people shudder.

This scene instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the audience. They applauded and cheered one after another. The thunderous applause and cheers intertwined and echoed throughout the entire stadium.

"Okay, thank you Xie Zhenye! Next, let's welcome the 100-meter sprinter in the fourth lane, the American Shell - Ronnie Baker!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, Ronnie Baker came on stage. He was tall, with well-defined muscles, and exuded a powerful aura. He smiled, stretched out his index and middle fingers, kissed his lips lightly, and then pointed his fingers at the audience. This action was both elegant and confident, which caused the audience to scream and cheer.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Everyone please stand up! The next person is from Beishan, and he is the leader of the rise of our flower-growing family's track and field! He has won the World Championships and the Olympic Games, and is the undisputed number one in the world of track and field. He is the first of the five tigers of our flower-growing family's track and field, Jade Unicorn - Zhao!!! Yun!!!"

With the host's passionate introduction, the atmosphere in the entire venue was instantly ignited. The audience stood up one after another, waving flags in their hands, with excitement and anticipation on their faces.

“Zhao Yun!” “Zhao Yun!” “Zhao Yun!”

Shouts resounded throughout the stadium like thunder, the sound was uniform and deafening. The shouts seemed like the clarion call of a battle that was about to break out, full of power and passion.

People outside the stadium could also clearly feel this warm atmosphere. They were infected by the enthusiasm of the audience inside and also admired Zhao Yun's current reputation.

The moment Zhao Yun walked out of the gate, this thunderous roar reached its peak again.

“Zhao Yun!” “Zhao Yun!” “Zhao Yun!”

After Zhao Yun came out, he did not act like before. Instead, he was very elegant, with one hand behind his back and the other covering his chest. He bowed to the audience in all directions one by one, then smiled and waved to everyone while walking towards his own runway.

The people in the bar raised their drinks with one hand and shook the other in the air to toast Zhao Yun's appearance.

The audience in the cinema also stood up and cheered.

"Next, please welcome the sixth contestant, Marvin Blasey from the United States!"

Because Marvin Bracey came on after Zhao Yun, no matter what he did, his momentum was much weaker. This is the advantage of playing at home.

So he was smart enough to just wave and say hello before leaving the stage.

"Now, please welcome the seventh contestant, Qinglong Su Bingtian, a legend in the track and field world and known as one of the five tigers of track and field!" As the host's passionate voice sounded, the audience's eyes were focused on the track.

Su Bingtian, wearing a red sportswear, was seen running towards the center of the stage with light and steady steps, like a nimble cheetah. Every step he took was full of strength and confidence, as if the whole world was cheering for him.

When Su Bingtian arrived at the center of the stage, he suddenly stopped and showed his unique style with a set of smooth and flowing small moves. He turned his body flexibly and waved his arms like the wind. Every movement was precise and powerful, which made people marvel.

Finally, Su Bingtian ended with a powerful dragon punch, which was as powerful as thunder and shocked the whole audience! The audience was impressed by his performance, and thunderous applause and cheers resounded throughout the stadium.

"The last contestant to appear is Mena from Cuba!" The host's voice sounded again.

In sharp contrast to Su Bingtian's confidence and dominance, the newcomer Mena was obviously a little nervous. He walked onto the stage with a little hesitation, and he seemed a little uneasy in the face of such a grand occasion.

Especially when the camera lens was pointed directly at his face, Mena's face showed a dull and uneasy expression. He raised his arm slightly, greeted the camera somewhat stiffly, and then quickly put his hands behind his back, standing on the stage like a child who had made a mistake, not daring to move.

After hearing the host say he could leave the stage, Mena felt relieved. He hurried off the stage, as if staying for another second would make him feel extremely embarrassed.

Yang Jian, the commentator of Yanjing TV CTV5, said in his passionate voice: "Well, dear audience friends, just now, we witnessed the eye-catching entrance ceremony of the m finalists. The scene was so interesting. These young guys were like a group of lively little tigers, exuding youthful vitality and vigor!"

Yang Jian continued to explain: "Now, all the players have entered the competition venue and started warming up. It can be seen that they are all actively adjusting their states and making full preparations for the upcoming fierce competition."

He went on to say: "Today's 100m sprint is in the post-Bolt era. After the five track and field champions retired, this is a brand new sprint. From the athletes on the field, we can clearly feel their youth and vigor. They are the new generation of track and field stars, representing the hope and possibility of the future."

Yang Jian specifically mentioned the oldest player, Marvin Blasey, saying, “Even the oldest Marvin Blasey is only 24 years old! This fully demonstrates the youthful atmosphere and unlimited potential of this competition.”

At this moment, Zhao Yun was standing on the field, his figure shuttling back and forth on the track, like a nimble cheetah, constantly adjusting the position and angle of the starting blocks to find the starting posture that suits him best.

After a short but sufficient warm-up, the referee gave the order to get ready. The atmosphere on the scene instantly became tense, and the audience's eyes were focused on the track, looking forward to the start of this fierce competition.

"Okay, the referee has asked the players to get ready, the game is about to begin!" The commentator's voice echoed in the stadium, making people's hearts beat faster.

Then, the commentator introduced the position of each player in detail: "The first lane is American player Cole; the second lane is American player Cui Wang Bromell; the third lane is our flower grower Xie Zhenye; the fourth lane is American player Ronnie Baker; the fifth lane is our flower grower Zhao Yun; the sixth lane is American player Marvin Blasey; the seventh lane is our flower grower Su Bingtian; the eighth lane is Cuban player Mena!"

Each of these contestants standing at the starting line has unique talents, strengths, desires and beliefs. The auras they exude interweave and collide in the air, stirring the stadium in Shanghai. In the next ten seconds, who will dominate this frozen time? Everything, including reputation and contracts, will be decided in these ten seconds.

"On your marks!" With the referee's command, the athletes quickly took their positions, adjusted their postures, and prepared for the upcoming fierce competition.

Zhao Yun stood at the starting line, he bent slightly, raised his hips slightly, and his muscles were tense, like a cheetah ready to go. He could feel the blood boiling in his body, every nerve was activated, and this feeling was both nervous and excited.

"Ready!" The referee's voice came again. Zhao Yun took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and focused his attention completely on the track in front of him.

At this moment, the entire stadium became unusually quiet, everyone's eyes were fixed on the contestants on the track, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Bang! The starting gun sounded, breaking the silent air like thunder.

Yang Jian shouted excitedly: "The Chinese and American flying battle has officially begun!"

"Come on! Come on! Come on!" The shouts of the audience echoed over the stadium like a tsunami. They cheered for the players with the hottest voices, and the shouts seemed to inject infinite power into the players.

"Zhao Yun's reaction to running is simply too fast!"

"He's speeding up! Zhao Yun is speeding up!" the commentator shouted excitedly.

"Wow, Su Bingtian is slightly ahead!" The audience held their breath nervously.

"The last fifty meters! Zhao Yun suddenly accelerated! He is going to sprint!" The commentator's voice almost broke.

"The last thirty meters!"

The audience's hearts seemed to be beating out of their throats.

"The last fifteen meters! Sprint!"

The entire audience stood up and cheered for Zhao Yun crazily.

"Zhao Yun is speeding up like crazy!" The commentator's voice was almost drowned out by the cheers from the audience.

"Bromel and Su Bingtian are following closely behind Zhao Yun, the gap is very small!"

The audience's hearts were pounding!

"The last five meters!"

The atmosphere in the venue was extremely tense.

"Zhao Yun!" The audience shouted his name in unison.

"Zhao Yun wins!" The commentator's voice resounded throughout the stadium.

"9 seconds!" Zhao Yun's amazing result was displayed on the big screen.

"Zhao Yun is first place, Zhao Yun is back! The big devil who dominates sprinting is back!" The audience was so excited that their eyes were filled with tears. Thunderous applause and cheers immediately rang out at the scene, and the sound seemed to overturn the entire stadium.

After Zhao Yun finished running, he raised his hands high to the sky like a proud lion. He smiled, nodded continuously, and continued to run forward, enjoying his moment of glory.

Su Bingtian and Xie Zhenye also quickly caught up with him. Xie Zhenye jumped onto Zhao Yun's body excitedly like a child, while Su Bingtian patted Zhao Yun's chest excitedly, as if he wanted to pass all his joy to him.