The time of three breaths is equivalent to a little more than a second, about a second and a half, which is equivalent to An Tianwei letting Ling Hurui for three seconds.

Ling Hurui gritted his teeth, he didn't waver in his determination to win this piece at all. The moment he started running, he knew that An Tianwei wanted to give him some time, but he didn't expect An Tianwei to directly let him two seconds.

As we all know, at the end of a subject, the decisive factor that determines the success or defeat of the 'sexuality' sometimes does not exceed one second. There are countless things that are a few tenths of a second apart. This is because any sport is to tap people's potential as much as possible, and when the potential is tapped, it will be extremely difficult to improve a little bit in every direction.

This is what is often referred to as the limit.

In the face of an opponent like Ling Hurui, An Tianwei still wanted to let three breaths, which made Ling Hurui feel extremely sad and angry, and he was even more determined to win this victory.

But An Tianwei didn't give him this opportunity. After three breaths, An Tianwei's speed exploded, and the distance between him and Ling Hu Rui quickly narrowed like a ghost.

An Tianwei's footsteps are very light, and the footsteps are very small, but every time his toes hit the ground, the dark force bounces are not affected at all. An Tianwei in the run, one stride is about two meters, giving people the feeling that he is not running, but more like gliding.

Ling Hu Rui turned a deaf ear to whether An Tianwei chased after him, but tried to shrink his mood and concentrate on the finish line sprint. The 100-meter run is one of the most relied on by Ling Hurui. As long as he breaks his own achievements in the division again, I believe that An Tianwei will win steadily.

All it takes is one victory!

Holding the stopwatch is Han Tie and the platoon leader are a little nervous. If An Tianwei didn't let these three breaths, Han Tie wouldn't worry about An Tianwei at all; But now there is a difference of three breaths, and it is a 100-meter sprint, not a long marathon, and it is not an ordinary difficulty to catch up in this second and a half seconds.

Han Tie and the palms of the platoon were sweating.

The distance between An Tianwei and Ling Hurui is getting closer and closer, and the distance between Ling Hurui and the finish line is getting closer and closer. Behind the two of them, they brought some fine dust and turf on the 'playground', which shows the great strength of the two of them at this time.

"Come on! Come on! At this time, the cheering of the soldiers of the special company sounded. Before I knew it, there was already a circle of people on the 'playground'.

The people from the ghost sweeping action team also came, and all of them were there, and no one was missed. But they didn't shout cheers, not because they didn't want to shout, but because they were really accustomed to An Tianwei's various perversions. Shouting or not shouting and cheering actually has little impact on An Tianwei.

Looking at Ling Hurui's back, which was getting closer and closer, An Tianwei measured the distance between Ling Hurui and the finish line.

Four steps! The distance between Linghu Rui and the finish line can be reached by only four slightly larger strides.

The distance between An Tianwei and Ling Hurui is two steps. With the addition of Ling Hurui's four steps, the distance between An Tianwei and the finish line is now six steps.

Four steps to six steps, if the time to run six steps is less than the time for Ling Hu Rui to run four steps, this is the problem An Tianwei is facing now.

In this meeting, if it appeared on an ordinary occasion, more than 90% of the people would no longer be optimistic about An Tianwei. Not to mention the difference of two steps, even if it is a one-step difference, everyone will feel that An Tianwei will definitely lose. Because the remaining distance is so short, so short that it has reached the so-called "margin of safety".

The so-called "margin of safety" means that when the distance to the finish line reaches a certain point and the people behind are a certain distance away, the result is determined in advance.

"Won!" The special company was already cheering.

The battle is defeated, win back a game on this, and you can also find some face to come back! The soldiers of the special company still didn't know the agreement between An Tianwei and Ling Hurui, and they only thought that this was an ordinary game, so they didn't have a little psychological burden when they shouted.

Everyone in the ghost sweeping action group was silent. All of them knew that the "margin of safety" was back, and theoretically An Tianwei had lost now, but none of them 'revealed' their frustration, as if as long as An Tianwei was there, they would not be able to distinguish the result until the last moment.

The truth is just as everyone in the ghost sweeping action group expected.

Four steps! In the last four steps, Ling Hu Rui used the strength of his whole body to make the final sprint. The 100-meter sprint was originally a test of the speed limit of the competition, and the last four steps allowed Hu Rui to complete the second acceleration, which means that his speed today has exceeded the speed of the competition in the division.

Ling Hu Rui watched the finish line quickly close to him. Four, three, two, one! Win!

While Ling Hu Rui thought that he was sure to win, his fists had begun to be raised and ready to swing, but the corner of his eye found that he didn't know when there was an extra foot on his side.

This foot stepped on the ground after the finish line when he didn't cross the finish line with his last step.

The soldiers of the special company, who were preparing to cheer, seemed to be suddenly pinched by something, and collectively muted. However, the cheering expression was still on his face, and under the habitual 'sex', it was 'quite 'difficult' to adjust it immediately.

So the soldiers wore this expression, but there was an unbelievable 'color' in their eyes, and they were collectively dumb.

The people in the ghost sweeping action group didn't make any sound in the first place, but after the special company was collectively dumbfounded, the words "like this again" in Mu Wuqing's fluttering light manner were extremely clear.

An Tianwei's foot was only less than 0.5 seconds faster than Ling Hurui, falling in front of Ling Hurui, snatching the victory that should have belonged to Ling Hurui.

Ling Hu Rui's eyes almost erupted with fire, and he met An Tianwei's gaze, his teeth gritted loudly.

Deliberately! Definitely on purpose! Ling Hu Rui thought.

An Tianwei smiled: "I'm sorry, I'm a little faster than you." ”

"Two more!" Ling Hu Rui did not entangle, and directly let An Tianwei go to the next round.

The next round of the race is over the obstacles, and the default distance is still 100 meters. Whoever reaches the finish line first will be based on the finish line.

There is a big difference between the hurdles race and the 100-meter sprint, you must take off and jump during the run, and maintain a certain height.

"Let's make it harder!" Linghu Rui said.

"Oh? How to add? ”

"When spanning a hurdle, it is not allowed to knock the railing down. If you knock it down, you lose! ”

An Tianwei smiled again: "Okay, I like this additional condition of yours!" ”

Ling Hu Rui felt that An Tianwei was laughing very annoyingly, and even, very cheap!

The referee is naturally still Han Tie and a platoon leader. However, this time, the two are no longer standing on both sides of the www.biquge.info line of Biqu Pavilion, but one station is the end point of one station www.biquge.info one station. In the game just now, An Tianwei won so much, if Ling Hurui raised doubts, the two referees really couldn't say anything.

Without monitoring, past footage cannot be played back, and once a controversy arises, it will be troublesome. So Han Tie discussed it with the platoon leader a little and decided to do so.

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