God of Sprint

Chapter 696: Olympic 400m final: No slowing down on the curve

After introducing the contestants, Yang Jian choked up and said, "We have waited for so long, and the athletes from the Flower Growers finally got the tickets to the Olympic finals. Now Zhao Yun is standing on the track of the finals, declaring war on the world!"

After he finished speaking, his face was already covered with tears, and Liu Yifei handed him a tissue.

Many real track and field fans in front of the TV shed tears of empathy. They knew too well the dominance of black athletes in this event. Zhao Yun's ability to make it was something they had never dared to dream of before.

Yang Jian wiped his tears and said, "I'm sorry, I was a little too excited when I saw the audience shouting the name of our country just now. I actually understand why everyone is so excited. I know that everyone has been suppressed for too long. Everyone is waiting for the day when the flower-growing family's track and field will come to the fore."

"I originally hoped that the Flower Growers athletes could win in the Diamond League. Zhao Yun did it! And he also won the championship in the finals."

"I hope to win at the World Championships. Although Zhao Yun lost to Van Niekerk and got the runner-up, he also got the silver medal."

"Now that he has come to the Olympic Games, which is attracting worldwide attention, what kind of surprises will Zhao Yun bring us? Can he complete his revenge against Van Niekerk? And get his first Olympic gold medal? Let's wait and see!"

"This game is not just a personal competition, but also a defense of national honor!"

"Zhao Yun! If you can hear me, I want to say that Zhao Yun, 1.4 billion compatriots are waiting for you. Are you ready?"

As if they had telepathic connection, Zhao Yun pointed to the sky with one hand and made his signature move - the tiger out of the cage!

“He heard it, he felt it!”

Zhao Yun suddenly felt as if he had entered the scene of the Diamond League finals. The feeling of carrying the expectations of the entire country surged into his heart like a tide. His eyes began to turn red, as if burning with a blazing flame.

His body was trembling slightly, and his originally tense muscles became even harder, and every cell was filled with strength. His breathing became rapid and powerful, as if he was racing against time. His heartbeat was like thunder, as if it was about to break through the restraints of his chest.

He exudes an incomparable aura, a combination of firmness, courage and determination. His eyes reveal a fearless courage, as if telling the world that he will pursue victory at all costs.

This is a domineering temperament, and the look reveals a murderous aura that is unique in the world.

Van Niekerk, who was standing next to him, had been watching Zhao Yun. He could sense the changes that had taken place in Zhao Yun. He saw the rise of a warrior, a warrior who fought for the honor of his country.

He knew Zhao Yun too well. In his heart, the only person in the world who could compete with him was Zhao Yun. When he saw the change in Zhao Yun's eyes, he suddenly remembered the scene when the two of them played against each other in the Diamond League finals. It was too similar to the current scene.

The weather is clear, the temperature is 43 degrees, and the wind speed is +0.5 m/s.

on your marks!

set!

boom!

When the gunshot broke through the noisy sounds of the Rio Olympic venue, the men's 400m final officially kicked off.

"The challenge to the limits of humanity, the men's 400m final has begun!" Yang Jian explained.

The moment the gunshot rang out, Liu Yifei stood up from her seat and stared at Zhao Yun nervously. "Zhao Yun! Come on!"

"Come on! Come on!" The Chinese cheers resounded throughout the Rio Olympic stadium. They were all cheering for Zhao Yun, and they wanted to witness a miracle happen.

"Start running. Zhao Yun's reaction is very good."

"Van Niekerk and James Killarney's start was not as fast as Zhao Yun's."

"Entering the first bend, Van Niekerk, Killarney James, Michael Norman, and Gardner have all come behind Zhao Yun, only less than half a body length behind!"

"Zhao Yun's body pressure was very good during the blade phase, and his rhythm was very good. He didn't panic at all."

"As world record holders and Olympic gold medalists, Van Niekerk and Killarney James' strength should not be underestimated, but they don't seem to have taken advantage of Zhao Yun." Yang Jian's voice was full of expectations and confidence in Zhao Yun.

"Zhao Yun, come on! You are the best!" Liu Yifei clenched her fists, her eyes flashing with determination, her heart was full of trust and pride in Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun was speeding along the track like lightning, and every move he made seemed so calm and unhurried, as if he had become one with the track. His steps were steady and powerful, and every stride seemed to be overcoming an obstacle, moving steadily towards the finish line.

"Entering the straight, Zhao Yun began to accelerate. He was one body length ahead of Van Niekerk!" Yang Jian's voice was full of excitement and excitement.

"Hold on! Zhao Yun! Hold on!" Liu Yangyu also said excitedly.

The people in the audience were also excited. They stood up and waved the national flags in their hands to cheer for Zhao Yun. The entire Rio Olympic venue was filled with a strong atmosphere of tension and excitement.

Van Niekerk and Killarney James saw Zhao Yun start to speed up and followed him without showing any weakness. They tried hard to catch up, but Zhao Yun always maintained his leading advantage.

"Zhao Yun! Hurry! Hurry!" Liu Yifei's heart almost jumped out!

After entering the straight, Zhao Yun began to accelerate. This is the stage where Zhao Yun pulled away from others.

Van Niekerk also knew Zhao Yun's ability in the first straight line. Zhao Yun usually widened the distance at this stage in the past, thereby destroying the confidence of other players and making them feel oppressed and hopeless to catch up.

He didn't dare let Zhao Yun expand his advantage, as the difference in body length prevented Zhao Yun from widening the distance.

The white uniforms of the fighters soared in the sky, and the bright red national flag ignited the flames of war in our hearts.

Zhao Yun has now entered a state that is close to supreme selflessness.

Fighting spirit!

Endless fighting spirit!

"Zhao Yun, the 100-meter race has accelerated even faster than before."

"Enter the second corner immediately!"

Suddenly Yang Jian opened his mouth wide!

"Zhao Yun's speed hasn't slowed down yet!"

"Enter the Blade Bend!"

"Zhao Yun didn't slow down on the curve! He still maintained his speed on the straight, my God!"

The audience was stunned by Zhao Yun's performance. Their eyes were fixed on Zhao Yun on the track, their mouths opened wide, and their faces were full of disbelief.

Some viewers couldn't help but stand up and lean forward, trying to see more clearly.

"Wow!" exclamations echoed in the stadium. They waved their arms excitedly, releasing their excitement and joy.

Some spectators even started cheering. They cheered for Zhao Yun at the top of their voices, hoping that he could achieve even more amazing results.

"Zhao Yun! Awesome!" an audience member shouted excitedly.

"Zhao Yun, come on! Come on! China!" another spectator shouted loudly.

"Come on! Plant flowers! Come on! China!"

The thunderous cheers of applause resounded throughout the world!

At this moment, the audience seemed to have seen the first champion of the Flower Growers waving to everyone.

But can world record holder Van Niekerk give up the championship so easily?

Can Van Niekerk agree?