"The start on the corner is average." The assistant coach said with a frown. They came today mainly to observe Mars and Lao Junyou. And Mars's corner start was obviously not as good as Lao Junyou's performance just now.

"The skills of running in corners are also average." The manager's brow was also furrowed, although he didn't have much hope for Mars's 200m at first, but he was a little lucky. Now when I look at the corners, Mars has fallen behind in the group, which is very disappointing.

"Nice straight!" The assistant coach continued to comment that it was clear that as soon as he entered the 100-meter straight, Mars's advantage was immediately displayed, and he even overtook two opponents in a row to move up to second place in the rankings.

"Sprint!" As soon as he entered the last 30 meters, Mars's mind remembered the sound of the system, which not only reminded Mars to sprint, but also told him that the skill of "sprinting" had been turned on.

Marston felt that some of his calf muscles were tighter, and he was more powerful on the ground.

He immediately adjusted the frequency of his running and swinging arms, and his speed increased all at once.

The last 30 meters are the sprint for everyone, and the runners who were ahead of Mars were no exception.

But just as he saw that he was about to reach the finish line, he felt a gust of wind hang by him, and a figure quickly overtook him and crossed the finish line.

"This ......" The assistant coach was a little dumbfounded, according to his experience, the speed of Mars's sprint just now was not ordinarily fast.

The head coach also felt it, "Wait a minute, ask the organizer to play the video, I think this kid's sprint speed is faster than the sprint speed in yesterday's 100-meter race." ”

"Whoa, whoa......," Mars gasped as he stood at the finish line, his hands on his knees.

Although this sprint skill is easy to use, the consumption of physical energy is not ordinary, and he was not so tired after running 100 meters yesterday.

"Hurry back, wipe your sweat, change your clothes, and rest!" The system immediately sent a series of commands.

"Hmm!" Mars looked at the results displayed on the big digital screen, which was a little worse than Lao Junyou's just now, ranking second.

"Whew......" he exhaled loudly and walked in the direction of his assistant coach. He had to hurry back and let the system help him recover his physical fitness, and when he was in the finals, he could find Lao Junyou to "work hard".

"Do you have any physical potions to exchange?" With a towel on his head, slumped on a recliner in the lounge, Mars had a whim as he let the system use energy to help him relieve his fatigue. "It's the kind of person who drinks it and recovers all your physical strength."

"You've played a lot of online games, right? I'm an assistant coach system, not a game kryptonite mall! It's also a physical elixir, do you want another bottle of red to replenish your blood? The system said sarcastically.

"I'm just asking...... Mars also knows that his idea is too magical, but even alien systems have appeared, and the rest is not impossible.

"Rejuvenating drinks, we had them on our original planet, but you certainly don't have them here. There are some similar ones on your planet, and you can't drink them, because they contain some ingredients that will be found in a doping scandal. The system elaborated further.

"That's right...... Forget it...... "Mars knows which drinks the system is talking about, which are forbidden by athletes because they contain a lot of irritating ingredients and are not allowed.

"The micro-electric massage I am helping you with now has been able to restore your physical fitness very well, and it is enough to cope with the finals waiting for you, anyway, no matter how much physical energy you have, you can't use it up in a distance of two hundred meters." The system "comforted" Mars again.

"What if I run 100 meters and start the sprint?" Mars had a whim.

"Not good, in terms of short-term benefits, it will achieve unprecedented results, and in the long run, it will over-deplete your body's energy and potential, shortening your exercise cycle and life." The system replied coldly. "The effect of skills is limited, not omnipotent, you don't want to die when you have nothing to do."

"Okay, okay!" Mars surrendered and said he would never "die."

It was time for the final, and when Mars came out of the lounge, he heard from his assistant coach that he and Lo Junyou were on an adjacent track again.

"What a coincidence!" Mars stood on his starting position, touching his chin and looking at Lo Junyou.

Lao Junyou didn't smile at Mars today, he was robbed of a gold medal by Mars yesterday, and he is still aggrieved.

"Ready!"

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and the eight finalists rushed out of their starting positions.

Mars's technique of starting and running in corners is really average, and he can't be mistaken, but he is only decent, so the speed can't be pulled up at all, and when the corner ends, he is actually in fourth place among the eight.

However, as soon as he entered the straight, this kid immediately spread his legs, like an antelope chased by a wolf behind him, and caught up with two players in a row, approaching Lao Junyou.

"It's a pity!" Said the assistant coach who was watching the game.

Lo's 100-meter running ability is no worse than Mars's, so it is unlikely that he will be able to catch up with Lo Junyou on this straight. Although Mars narrowed the distance between him and Lao Junyou, he was still about a meter away

"Fifty meters, sprint!" Once again, the system prompts Mars's mind that the ability is turned on.

Mars immediately did not hesitate to adjust the tempo and frequency, increasing the speed.

"Huh!!" The head coach and assistant coach who were watching the game were amazed.

In the semi-finals, Mars' sprint was in the last 30 meters, so they thought it was just an occasional outburst.

But now the acceleration of the last fifty meters, it is very noticeable.

After all, the distance of the 200-meter dash is a little longer than the 100-meter dash, so the speed of the normal runner's sprint is definitely not as explosive as the sprint of the 100-meter dash. Including Lao Junyou, too.

As a result, Mars almost easily caught up with the one-meter gap between him and Lo Junyou, and then overtook it, and finally crossed the finish line half a meter early.

Lo Junyou crossed the finish line after him, and looked at Mars, who had slowed down and was walking slowly in front of him, with a strange look. This kind of monster running faster than 100 meters in a 200-meter race is the first time he has seen it.

"Whew...... "Mars is not as dashing as he was yesterday when he ran a hundred meters, and if it weren't for the fear ......of losing face, he would have collapsed on the lawn."

"Mars!" The assistant coach who rushed over and was about to celebrate the victory with Mars looked at Mars's state and his face changed, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Hurry up and give it a hand!" Mars unceremoniously put his arm on the shoulder of the assistant coach, "The explosion is too much, and the feet are soft!" ”