Just when Morris Green was accumulating energy in the fourth place, the competition for the first place entered a white heat, although it was only 30 meters, but Li Xianfeng and the three had already raised the speed to an unimaginable level, and what was even more terrifying was that Li Xianfeng was still maintaining acceleration.

"Xianfeng Li is really perverted! He's still accelerating, and if he can keep accelerating until the end of the race, then I'll wonder if he's human, he's only 16 years old! The host of the United States let out a wail.

Not only the host of the United States, but also the media people who are following this game all over the world are sighing about the strength of Lee Hsien Feng, and the most felt among them is Gatlin and Francis, who are struggling to catch up behind Lee Hsien Feng.

"He just ran a 100-meter run, how can he recover faster than me, a black man, he is really a yellow man?" Francis couldn't help but think, "Could it be that Lee Hsien Fung is a black man in yellow skin?" And it's the kind of best black guy who only comes out once in hundreds of years? Well! It must be so! In a few hours, he was suppressed by Li Xianfeng in a row, causing Li Xianfeng's figure to become infinitely tall in Francis's heart.

As for Gatlin, he was not afraid of the strength shown by Li Xianfeng, but was stimulated by his ferocity, and Gatling desperately squeezed the potential of his body in order to keep up with Li Xianfeng's accelerated rhythm.

"50 meters! Li Xianfeng is still in the lead! Add ......" Li Jian's cheering stopped abruptly, because as soon as 50 meters passed, Li Xianfeng seemed to be hindered by the air, his body was obviously stagnant, and his speed slowed down.

"I'm so tired, my thighs are about to stop." As soon as the 50 meters passed, Li Xianfeng got rid of the acceleration state, and as a result, the fatigue of his body hit him like a tide, if it wasn't for Li Xianfeng's consciousness telling him that he was in the final of the Olympic Games, he would definitely not be able to help lying directly on the ground.

"This trick's skill!" Li Xianfeng now understands that the skill has shortened the acceleration of 100 meters to 50 meters, and the acceleration time has been doubled, and the speed of his acceleration has also increased by 100%, but the consumption of physical energy is also twice as high as before! Especially in the case of insufficient physical fitness, Li Xianfeng felt a little out of strength.

"I'm in the race! I'm going to speed up! There is no time to complain anymore, Li Xianfeng gritted his teeth and shouted loudly in his heart to speed up, but his body was very honestly slowing down, obviously at this moment Li Xianfeng's consciousness could not dominate his body, and his body saved strength according to instinct.

"Li Xianfeng's speed has slowed down!" The hosts all over the world are chanting, it seems that Li Xianfeng is not a pervert, this young man who was born out of thin air, just overdrafted the future in the first 50 meters.

"This is America's chance!" Seeing hope, the American presenter began to shout at the same time, and how could Gatlin miss this opportunity?

Gatlin took advantage of an unreasonable moment to explode, that is, to overtake the slowing down Lee Hsien Feng, and opened a multi-position gap with Francis, and suddenly overtook the first place.

"You're finally slowing down!" At the moment of overtaking Li Xianfeng, Gatlin's tense nerves finally couldn't help but relax, and he no longer maintained the state of acceleration, obviously the continuous acceleration and instantaneous acceleration just now also brought a great burden to Gatlin's body, and he needed to adjust to prepare for the final 20-meter sprint.

"Li Xianfeng is slow! He's slow! Francis, who had no hope for the gold medal in his heart, was overjoyed to see Li Xianfeng, who was lying in front of him like a mountain before, finally slowing down.

"It turns out that you are not a pervert, nor are you a genius that comes out once in a few hundred years, you are just an ordinary person!" At this moment, Francis had no fear in his heart, stepped out of his long legs, forcibly increased his cadence, and completed the surpassing of Li Xianfeng with a simple acceleration.

"My goal is to win the gold medal!" Francis felt that he had defeated Lee Hsien Feng at this moment, and he had also defeated his own demons, and his self-confidence reached its peak at this moment, even if it was Gatling in front of him.

"Yellow people are yellow people, they can't sprint!" Green, who has been running at his own pace, looked at Li Xianfeng with eyes like a poisonous snake seeing food, full of bloodthirsty desire, and he was like a poisonous snake, quietly speeding up, and he completed the overtake of Li Xianfeng.

Yuan Cheng's smile in the stands was still on his face, the cheering sound of Li Jian in the broadcast room of Central Five was still stuck in his throat, and Qiao Yuan's raised hands in front of the TV had not yet been put down.

And in this short 1.5 seconds, Li Xianfeng was overtaken by three people in a row, everything happened too fast, Yuan Cheng's smile disappeared, Li Jian's shouting stopped, Qiao Yuan's hands were put down, and the cigarette in the leader's mouth also fell to the ground, at this moment, all the Chinese audiences who cared about Li Xianfeng's achievements couldn't help but cover their mouths, and some emotional female audience tears were already rolling in their eyes.

The audience, which had been suppressed for a long time, finally erupted into applause like a volcano, and now the top three Gatlin, Francis, and Green are the heroes in their hearts, and the proud Europa people can't accept that another Chinese person is showing off his might on his own turf, even a bronze medal is not enough!

"Knock knock. Knock knock. Even if the sound at the scene was noisy, Li Xianfeng couldn't hear it, all he heard was the beating heartbeat, "I'm so tired, Li Xianfeng, you've done a good job, you've made history, give up now and go back and get a good night's sleep." The exhaustion of the body paralyzed the brain, and the voice of Li Xianfeng's mind kept telling him to give up.

"Lee Hsien Fung is out of play, and the game is finally back on track." This is the common voice of the first three blacks, how can there be a yellow person in the top three in the men's 100m final?

Powell and Crawford, who are ranked five or sixth, are eye-catching, "Surpassing Lee Hsien Feng, there is hope for a medal in more than one!" Powell and Crawford, who were running in despair and frustration, finally saw a glimmer of hope for a medal.

"Knock knock, knock knock!" The heart is still beating vigorously, the thighs are still swinging mechanically, Powell and Crawford behind him are getting closer and closer, and Green, Francis, and Gatlin in front of him are getting farther and farther away, and there are only 30 meters left in the race.

"Nope! I won't give up! I haven't lost yet! ”