Whether it is conspiracy or expectation in the private room, Li Xianfeng has no way of knowing, and he does not want to know, at this moment he only has the desire for the championship in his heart, and the gossip of these days makes him eager to prove to the world that he is the strongest one.

“On Your Marks.” The empathetic referee announced the order of the road at this time, whether it was Powell, who was sinking like water before, or Gatling, who was giggling, when they stood on the starting line, the momentum became different, and their desire for the championship was no less than that of Li Xianfeng.

"The game is about to start, so let's hold our breath and wait for the moment when the starting gun goes off." Li Jian deliberately lowered his voice.

“Get Set.” The audience also held their breath, for fear that they would make a noise and affect the athletes on the track.

"Bang!" With a bang, the finals begin!

"The race is on! At the top of the list is Powell! Li Jian was a little surprised, Powell, who has never been the top at the start, actually ranked first, and the advantage was relatively obvious.

"Sure enough, there was a change." Li Xianfeng's heart sank slightly, it turned out that Powell's concern was not that he was not in good shape, but that he decided to make a dangerous move in the final and use the tactics of pressing the gun to gain an advantage, and he really succeeded.

"Damn it!" Gatlin's heart sank slightly, if Li Xianfeng is in front of him, and he is confident that he will complete the overtake with his explosiveness in the back, then Powell, who is also good at explosiveness, will be in front, but it will be a big deal.

And just when Gatlin hesitated to break out early and put pressure on Powell, Lee Hsien Feng accelerated! Suddenly surpassed him by half a position, and Powell's advantage was also lost.

"What's the situation?" Not only was Gatlin surprised, but Powell, who was in first place, was also shocked, and he wanted to play steadily and steadily, but he was taken aback by Li Xianfeng's acceleration.

"Li Xianfeng must have broken out in advance, should I also break out and maintain my advantage?" Powell's momentary hesitation made the galloping Li Xianfeng complete the overtake again!

"Li Xianfeng! He has overtaken Gatlin and Powell in a row and is now in first place! Li Jian's speech speed was faster than that of a machine gun, and more than a dozen words were spewed out in less than 0.5 seconds.

"Can't put it off!" Gatlin and Powell didn't hesitate, and both broke out at the same time, trying to recover the gap between him and Lee Hsien Fung. But where is Li Xianfeng, who is in a burst of state, willing to give them two chances, the acceleration just now is not an explosion that consumes physical energy, but a reflection of the perfect combination of skills and physical condition, and now he is going to really explode!

"What!" Gatlin and Powell's hearts shook wildly, and the two of them not only did not shorten the gap with Li Xianfeng, but were pulled away by a short distance.

"It can't be! How dare he accelerate continuously? Even though the two don't believe it, the gap between their positions is there, and they can't help but not recognize the reality.

"Wait a minute, Li Xianfeng will slow down sooner or later."

"No, I'm going to follow him! Can't let him shake me off! ”

In the same situation, Powell and Gatlin had different options, Powell chose to wait conservatively and Gatlin chose to fight to the death.

"Li Xianfeng accelerates! His advantages are obvious! Li Jian's voice became more and more high-pitched, because 50 meters had passed, Li Xianfeng still maintained a one-position lead over Gatlin, and Powell was nearly two positions behind, and victory was in sight!

"I said you three perverts can't you slow down?" For the first time in history, the final of the World Championships was divided into four parts, Li Xianfeng led the way in front, Gatlin and Powell gritted their teeth in the back, Crawford and others struggled to support, delusionally hoping that someone in front of them would fall behind to compete for a third, and Zhang Jiakai and Bona fought hard to not be at the bottom.

"It's time for him to slow down, right?" After 50 meters, Gatlin and Powell behind Li Xianfeng looked at his back with longing eyes, waiting for Li Xianfeng to show his fatigue and burst out with all his strength, but Li Xianfeng still didn't give them a chance, the swing of his legs was still strong and powerful, and he still maintained an accelerated state, which made it difficult for the two of them to believe it.

"This state is really like divine help!" Li Xianfeng had to sigh, although he had this feeling of being as light as a swallow, but it was the first time that he had maintained it until now, and he could accelerate on the way. All this is not accidental, because hard work will always be rewarded, today's Li Xianfeng is to transform the sweat in training into the motivation of today's game, blooming unimaginable strength.

"You can't wait to die, at least surpass Gatling first." It's been 60 meters, Powell can't hold his breath, and finally is willing to consume physical energy to explode and accelerate, but his outburst seems to have come a little late, because Gatlin under heavy pressure is also playing at a super level! His outburst only narrowed the distance by less than half a body, and he was thrown away by Gatlin again in the moment when the front force was exhausted, and the back force was alive.

"These two guys, just in time for the outbreak at this time?" Powell is a little helpless, his body knows that whenever the big game comes, his hands and feet will always tremble uncontrollably, and the closer to the final, the more he trembles, and this kind of anxiety about the competition has always affected his performance.

This time, he ran with a pressure gun just to give it a fight, because he knew that under normal circumstances, he would not be able to defeat the big players like Lee Hsien Feng and Gatlin, and now although the starting tactics were successful, because of his momentary hesitation, he was unable to compete for the final championship.

"Who will the champion belong?" Powell's gradual fall has made the battle for the final championship clear, and the American host is frantically shouting Gatlin's name, while countless viewers in China are biting their lips and praying for Lee Hsien Feng in their hearts.

"He's still accelerating!" Gatlin fell into despair, 80 meters later, even his own body that had been drugged could not maintain such unscrupulous consumption, and there was no spare energy to maintain the explosion at full speed. Being able to hold up to 80 meters, Gatlin has already exhausted all his strength, and now Li Xianfeng still has the strength to continue to accelerate, how can this not make him feel deep despair?

"The championship is just around the corner!" At this time, Li Xianfeng understood that it was no longer the opponent behind him who was hindering him, but the time that had passed, as long as it was less than two seconds, he would be able to get his wish, so he indulged in opening his hand and slapped his chest at the camera.

"9.79 seconds, 9.79 seconds, 9.79 seconds, the new world champion was born, Lee Hsien Feng created a legend, a yellow man with yellow skin and black hair, ascended to the throne of the men's 100 meters!" Li Jian shouted heartbreakingly.

"Fuck the human race! Fuck the ramparts! I'm the king of the 100 meters! ”