"The fourth lane is from China, the bronze medalist of the Athens Olympics, the first yellow person to run in ten seconds, Li Xianfeng, who is only 16 years old!"

When the host shouted Li Xianfeng's name hoarsely, the entire Osaka Stadium fell into a boil, and the cheers and cheers of the audience were not much better than Liu Xiang, the only pity is that Li Xianfeng's three words may not be as easy as Liu Xiang to shout, and the audience at the scene was not as neat as Liu Xiang when he shouted Li Xianfeng.

"I can't see that you're quite popular in Dongying." Obviously an Olympic champion, but not as loud as the cheers that Lee Hsien Fung received, Gatlin was a little jealous.

"It's fine." Li Xianfeng replied without replying to two words, and was seriously doing the final preparations.

"Is an invitational tournament so serious?" Gatlin couldn't help but mutter, because he vaguely felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere of this final, as if except for his own relaxed performance, the rest of the people were dignified, especially Powell in the third lane and Francis in the sixth lane, looking at his fiery eyes, as if he was going to peel himself alive.

"Damn, you don't think you can win me?" In such an atmosphere, Gatlin finally became nervous, re-emerged as an Olympic champion, and faced these menacing opponents well.

"The smell of gunpowder is a bit strong!" Yuan Cheng, who was watching the game from the sidelines, keenly felt the unusual atmosphere on the field, and he couldn't help but squint, "It seems that this invitational tournament is not so simple, Xianfeng should be careful." ”

“On Your Marks.” The referee announced that the Osaka Stadium had just been full of people, but now it was quiet, and the audience was holding their breath, and this tense atmosphere was also passed on to the athletes on the scene, especially the two young athletes who made up the number, their hands on the track were trembling nervously, and for the first time they competed with top athletes in front of tens of thousands of hometown spectators, making them feel stressed.

“Get Set！”

"Bang!" No one rushed to run, the shot was fired smoothly, Li Xianfeng still ranked first among everyone with a fast reaction speed, followed by Powell and Francis, Gatlin ranked fourth, it seems that Gatlin's reaction has become a lot slower because he has not officially listened to the gun for nearly half a month.

"Come on! Come on! Come on! The sound of Chinese cheers resounded in the night sky, and the audience completely ignored the two last of their own competitors, and supported Li Xianfeng one-sidedly.

It may be a deceleration at the moment when the skill is turned on or the body is not excited enough, in short, the slight advantage accumulated by Li Xianfeng in the starting stage was quickly eaten, and Powell next to him completed the overtake of Li Xianfeng at 5 meters, and Francis has also been on a par with Li Xianfeng.

"Sure enough, I was not in a state, and my body felt weak." Li Xianfeng frowned, although he used the skill to reduce the burden on his body a lot, he could still clearly feel that his body could not use his strength, and the speed of acceleration was much slower than usual.

Also in physical distress is Gatlin, if it was Gatlin during the Olympic Games, at this time Li Xianfeng would have been overtaken, but it may be that last night's physical consumption was too large, and now he can't use the instant explosion to make up for the gap in his starting line at the beginning stage, so he can only choose to follow the rhythm of Francis in front of him and try to retain his physical fitness, "Grandma's, wait until the last 20 meters to let you know how good I am." Gatlin thought through gritted teeth.

Just when Li Xianfeng and Gatlin were constantly adjusting their bodies, Powell, who was in the first place, was running faster and faster, without the momentum of slowing down at all, and just after 30 meters, he had already thrown off the gap between Li Xianfeng and Gatlin.

"Wow, who's that black man in number one? It's actually faster than Li Xianfeng and Gatling! ”

"yes, it looks like you've made it to the finals of the Olympics, right? But I don't remember his name. ”

Hearing the exclamations from the audience, Powell's accumulated resentment was finally vented, and he couldn't help but roar in his heart, "I want you to remember, my name is Powell!" I'm the best sprinter on the planet! ”

"It seems that the first is this Jamaican Powell, I really can't imagine that he can maintain such a good form, the loss of the Olympics has given him a big blow, tsk, this championship should be his."

Dongying's audience doesn't know Powell, Yuan Cheng can't not know, this Jamaican star has long been on the watch list of the Chinese coaching team, but he didn't expect him to break out at the invitational tournament after the Olympics, and if the current trend continues, Powell is likely to run within 9.9.

In the face of Powell, who is in unimaginably good condition, others may give up, but Li Xianfeng will not give up, "I don't want the scene of the Olympics to be repeated, I want the championship!" ”

With the addition of faith and skills in his heart, Li Xianfeng finally got rid of the heavy shackles in his body, his legs were refilled with strength, and the frequency of acceleration became faster and faster, gradually catching up with the average in training, and finally overtaking the second Francis.

"Li Xianfeng has accelerated! He overtook Francis! He's shortening the distance between him and Powell! The host uncle of Dongying Sports has stood up excitedly, and the audience at the scene once again erupted in a tsunami-like cheering.

"Did you catch up?" Powell finally felt a trace of pressure, but this pressure did not affect Powell's performance at all, but instead became the driving force for his instantaneous outburst, two consecutive instantaneous outbursts, turning Li Xianfeng's efforts into nothingness.

"Haha! Feel the despair! Powell's heart was very happy, because he finally avenged the Olympic Games, and this feeling of trying to catch up but not being able to catch up finally made Li Xianfeng feel it again.

"Damn it!" Although Li Xianfeng has been maintaining a uniform acceleration state with his skills, the amplitude of acceleration has slowed down, and the feeling of lightness just now seems to be just a return to the light, and it only lasted for two seconds before the strength left Li Xianfeng's body. But now there are less than 30 meters left to the finish, with Powell getting farther and farther away in front and Francis and Gatlin in hot pursuit.

"Xianfeng-san! You have to come on! The audience was sweating for Li Xianfeng, and Gatlin, who was in fourth place, quietly overtook Francis, "Li Xianfeng? You're still my loser! ”