"Hold on, Xianfeng!" Yuan Cheng and Liu Bin in the stands were sweating nervously, staring at the runway without blinking, and cheering for Li Xianfeng in their hearts.

"It's really cool to break out, and the sprint is powerless, what can I do now?" Li Xianfeng regretted the wayward outburst after the blood and qi surged just now, which caused his skills to be invalid now. However, since things are irrevocable, Li Xianfeng can only grit his teeth and insist.

Of course, Li Xianfeng gritted his teeth and insisted, and Francis was also uncomfortable, because the premature force in the first half of the race caused him to feel a little weak in the last 20 meters of the sprint, which was obviously advantageous, and when he was only a little bit away every time, he found that this little distance was as far away as a moat.

The easiest of the three is Shingo Misu, although his fourth position is the most dangerous, but he has the most physical strength after recovering from the lack of strength after the two outbursts.

"Li Xianfeng can't hold on!" Seeing that Li Xianfeng's speed had slowed down slightly, he was like a traveler in the desert who was excited when he saw the oasis, and immediately there was another explosive acceleration, reducing the distance between him and Li Xianfeng to within half a body.

"Shen Wujun accelerates! It's almost overtaken! Inoue was screaming.

"Francis, Francis, Francis!" The Spanish presenter repeated Francis' name 3 times in just 0.5 seconds.

"Li Xianfeng, come on!" Li Jian couldn't help but stand up.

In the final 10 meters, the competition between the three people competing for the final ticket entered the white heat.

In the last nine meters, Li Xianfeng gritted his teeth and raised his speed again, still half a position ahead of Shen Wu and three quarters of a quarter of Francis.

In the last seven meters, Francis exerted his strength, and the long legs of the black man played a role at this moment, and his stride was obviously longer than that of the uninterrupted Shen Wu, who was only in his early 1.7 meters, but the cadence was the same as him, and the two were neck and neck in one step.

In the last five meters, the belief of the protagonist in the heart of the uncontinued Shenwu once again exerted his power, and he dragged his already somewhat overdrawn body to complete the fourth outburst, once again opened a short distance with Francis, and erased the gap between him and Li Xianfeng.

In the last three meters, Li Xianfeng's thighs have begun to disobey the call, and he can only rely on inertial machinery to maintain high speed, but fortunately, Shen Wu and Francis have also run out of oil, and the three of them still maintain their previous rankings.

The last meter!

"Sprint!" The hosts of the Three Kingdoms said the same two words in different languages at the same time, Li Xianfeng, Wei Shenwu, and Francis collided almost at the same time, and it was difficult to tell with the naked eye who crossed the line first.

"I'm so tired!" This was the only thought that existed in Li Xianfeng's mind after he crossed the finish line, and it seemed that this kind of use of breaking the skill limit halfway through the process consumed far more physical energy than using the skill all the time.

Like Lee Hsien Fung, Shingo and Francis were panting after they stopped, and their physical strength was exhausted by the fierce competition just now.

"Who won exactly?" Perhaps more concerned about the results than the athletes are the hosts and their respective coaches, and no one dares to say big things until the final results come out, except for Dongying Sports, of course.

"I think Shen Wujun should have advanced, because Shen Wujun was ranked fourth before, ahead of Francis, and Li Xianfeng, who was third, was obviously physically exhausted at the end, so I think Shen Wujun should be able to advance to the finals!" Inoue talked eloquently in front of the camera, and his words reassured most of the Dongying audience.

"I hope so." The middle-aged uncle was not so optimistic, although he also felt that Inoue's analysis this time still made some sense.

"Xianfeng should be able to advance, right?" Liu Bin nervously asked Yuan Cheng beside him.

"I don't know. I hope to make the cut. Yuan Cheng's face was already covered with sweat, as if he had been fished out of the water.

"Shen Wujun, my future is all pinned on you!" At this time, Hirota didn't talk anything about Dongying or anything like that, he only knew that if Shingo didn't advance to the finals and lost to Li Xianfeng, he would be the worst in the end.

"Everyone is anxiously waiting for the outcome of the game." Li Jian's tone was also very nervous, because judging from the slow motion transmitted from the scene, it seemed that Francis's long neck had the advantage to hit the line first, and as for Li Xianfeng and Wei Xu Shenwu, they couldn't see it.

Just when everyone was anxious, the audience suddenly burst into applause, and the results of the game finally appeared on the big screen at the scene!

Lee Hsien Fung was third, 10.379, Francis was fourth, 10.381, and Shingo was fifth, 10.382. Shingo Misu, who is in fifth place, has missed the final by a thousandth of a second!

"How so?" When the results appeared on the big screen, he collapsed on the runway, he couldn't accept the cruel fact that he lost to Li Xianfeng and was eliminated from the finals, at this moment he didn't have time to hide it and cried bitterly, such desperate tears made 10,000,000 Dongying viewers heartbroken with him.

"How so?" He was joined by Hirota and Inoue.

Coach Hirota almost fainted when he saw the results, and if it wasn't for the assistant coach next to him who immediately pulled him, maybe Hirota would have rolled off the stands.

As for Inoue in Toei, he was the most shocked, when he saw Shingo Mitsu lose by 0.001 seconds, his mind went blank, and his long mouth could almost stuff two apples.

"Great! We won! On the other side of the stands, Yuan Cheng and Liu Bin hugged each other affectionately.

"Li Xianfeng, you are the best!" Countless viewers in front of the TV couldn't help but raise their arms and shout, and among Li Xianfeng's fan base, the atmosphere also reached its climax.

"It seems that my choice was not wrong." Qiao Yuan looked at the computer and said blankly.

"The final result came out, and Lee Hsien Feng won! Lee Hsien Fung won! He is the first yellow man to reach the men's 100m final at the Olympics! He made history! He is already a well-deserved brother of the yellow race in the field of sprinting!

Li Xianfeng's performance is just like his name, like a sharp dagger, straight into the heart of the Dongying people, sorry for the same hard work of the Shen Wu, the same hard work of the Dongying people, from now on, the sky of Asian sprinting will belong to China, and in the sky of world sprinting, Li Xianfeng will sooner or later become a sharp dagger to pierce the darkness, so that the sky blooms with the color of the Chinese people! ”