God of Sprint

Chapter 707: Rio 200m Group Match Xie Zhenye is 2-for-

The rankings of the first three groups of matches were basically what everyone expected.

In the fourth group of competitions, the 200 meters reached a small climax. This group of athletes included both the Jamaican god of war Bolt and the flower grower Su Bingtian.

As the starting gun sounded, Bolt rushed out like an arrow. His steps were light and his speed was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning across the track.

Su Bingtian was not to be outdone, his eyes were full of determination, and he followed Bolt closely. His steps were powerful, and every step was full of strength, trying hard to catch up with Bolt's pace.

On the track, Bolt and Su Bingtian competed with each other, neither of them giving in. Their figures intertwined on the track, forming a beautiful landscape. The cheers and shouts of the audience came one after another, cheering for them.

In the final sprint, both Bolt and Su Bingtian tried their best. Bolt gradually pulled away from Su Bingtian with his explosive power and speed advantage.

However, Su Bingtian did not give up, he gritted his teeth and chased hard. Although Bolt finally crossed the finish line first, Su Bingtian also created his best result and advanced to the semi-finals, winning the applause and respect of the audience.

Perhaps it was because the results achieved by the previous flower growers were too outstanding, which led to the fact that Su Bingtian's advancement to the semi-finals this time did not attract much attention.

When the 100m race advanced to the semi-finals, that guy was on the headlines immediately after the hot search, but now he can only see the entry when he is in the top 10. It can only be said that the audience of the flower-growing family is too easily satisfied, but not too easily satisfied.

After the race, Bolt did not celebrate too much and walked straight out of the stadium.

In the fifth group competition, Zhao Yun faced his first 200-meter race.

His main competitors in this group are Edward from Canada and Vicaut from the French team.

Bang! With the sound of the starting gun, the race begins!

Zhao Yun shot out like an arrow from a bow. His start was extremely fast. Almost at the moment when the gunshots and smoke intertwined, he had already taken the lead. The sunlight shone on the ends of his black hair, reflecting a dazzling light, as if even the wind was helping him and speeding up his pace.

Edward and Vicott followed closely behind, their faces full of determination and unyielding, clenching their teeth and pedaling vigorously on the track, trying to shorten the distance between them and Zhao Yun. In the audience, cheers and applause came one after another, adding infinite enthusiasm to the fierce competition between these three top players.

Zhao Yun knew that this was a test of both speed and endurance. He adjusted his breathing, maintained his rhythm, and took each step accurately and powerfully, as if he had calculated the distance and time for each step, just to leave the most perfect track on this 200-meter track. His eyes were focused and determined, as if there was nothing else to look at except the finish line.

As time went by, the competition gradually entered a white-hot stage. Zhao Yun still maintained a slight lead, but Edward and Vicott were not to be outdone. They kept accelerating, trying to surpass at the last moment. The air was filled with tension and expectation, and everyone's heart was in their throat.

At this moment, Zhao Yun suddenly burst out with amazing strength. He accelerated and sprinted, like a flash of lightning across the track. His speed was so fast that it was jaw-dropping, as if the entire stadium was trembling. Although Edward and Vicott tried their best, they could only watch Zhao Yun's figure getting farther and farther away.

Finally, Zhao Yun crossed the finish line with amazing results and won the game. Thunderous applause and cheers broke out in the audience, and people stood up to send their most sincere congratulations to the young Olympic double champion. Zhao Yun once again proved his outstanding position in the field of sprinting with his strength.

The seeded players in Group Six include Jamaican beast Yohan Blake and South African Oya Manla.

As the starting gun sounded, Yohan Blake rushed out like a bullet. His strides were huge and his frequency was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he had opened up a gap with the other players.

Oyamanla adopted a close-following strategy, sticking closely to Yohan Blake and waiting for the opportunity to overtake.

The audience stood up excitedly and shouted the names of the players they supported.

On the final straight, Yohan Blake sprinted with all his strength, his muscles clearly defined and showing great explosive power.

Ouyamanla also tried hard to catch up, but Yohan Blake's advantage was too big. In the end, he crossed the finish line first and won first place in the group.

The seventh group of players was Xie Zhenye's match. Xie Zhenye seemed extremely excited after he came on the stage. He kept running and jumping during warm-up, completely ignoring the other players in the group.

After the race started, Xie Zhenye rushed to the front. He ran faster and faster, and the gap between him and other players became larger and larger. He even looked back and found that the players behind him had been left far behind. He smiled smugly and thought to himself: "These guys are too weak. I haven't tried my best yet."

With twenty meters left, Xie Zhenye began to relax. In his mind, he thought of the cool scenes of Bolt, Blake, and Zhao Yun showing off.

He felt that he had already won the game, so he slowed down his pace and a smug smile appeared on his face.

However, just when he thought he had secured victory, he suddenly felt a powerful force coming from behind him.

Spain's Otranto is sprinting and getting closer and closer to him.

Otranto passed him and was the first to cross the finish line, but Xie Zhenye was completely unaware of it and even stretched out his hand to greet the cheers of the audience.

Otranto didn't expect that he would be the leader of the group. The smile on his face didn't stop after he finished the race. He excitedly shook hands with other runners one by one.

When he shook hands with Xie Zhenye, Xie Zhenye hugged him and said to him, "You ran very well! You have a good chance of entering the semifinals."

After Xie Zhenye finished speaking, Otlando was stunned, thinking: "This is fucking crazy, I am number one, are you kidding me?"

Seeing Ortlando's smile suddenly disappear, Xie Zhenye thought he didn't run well this time, and quickly comforted him, "It's okay, you can still do it next time. You are still young, and you can definitely do it in the next Olympics if you try harder."

After hearing what Xie Zhenye said, Otlando felt a little unconfident, "Did my results get cancelled?"

After taking a look at the big screen, Otlando felt like a thousand horses were passing by and said to Xie Zhenye, "Brother, I seem to be the first in this group!"

Xie Zhenye thought he was pretending to be strong, and thought to himself, "Spanish male chauvinism is unacceptable. They care so much about face."

Otlando pointed at the big screen, and Xie Zhenye turned around and looked at the results on the big screen. When he found out that Otlando was really the first and he was the second, he was embarrassed and asked, "How did you become the first?"

"I am the first place!" After saying that, Orlando turned around and walked out of the venue, leaving Xie Zhenye alone in the wind.

"This shouldn't happen!" Xie Zhenye muttered to himself!