Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)

(I made a mistake earlier, the outdoor swimming in the triathlon is 1.5 kilometers, not 15 kilometers)

Yamila has already seen that Chen Zhao is really capable.

At least in swimming, he's really strong.

Even if Yamila didn't want to admit it, she had to accept this fact.

After all, players who can defeat two national teams.

Moreover, Chen Zhao is not a professional athlete yet, he is just an amateur coach.

But he actually double-killed two professional athletes, and they were in two different swimming events.

But at this time, she also saw that Chen Zhao's physical strength had begun to be exhausted.

So at this time, fighting him physically is the best choice.

Firstly, whether it is fifty-meter or two-hundred-meter freestyle swimming, explosive power is required.

After explosive power, physical fitness is bound to drop significantly.

Therefore, he may not have the physical ability to swim 1.5 kilometers in the triathlon.

Another point is that even if he loses the triathlon, Chen Zhao's physical fitness will be reduced to the limit.

In the next game, Chen Zhao will not have the energy to fight again.

This is also Yamila's plan.

Chen Zhao glanced at another player named Kunke who came up.

"I'll give you three hundred meters."

Kunke looked at Chen Zhao calmly: "Thank you then."

After the race started, Chen Zhao really gave Kunke 300 meters, or six laps, before entering the water.

Yamila felt that Chen Zhao was probably trying to recover as much physical energy as possible, so he deliberately gave up 300 meters.

This time Chen Zhao did not use super speed to surpass Kunke, but accelerated at a constant speed.

It took a full twenty laps, which was a distance of one thousand meters, for Chen Zhao to surpass Kunke, and then Chen Zhao maintained a fifty-meter advantage.

The 1.5km race is really too long.

Chen Zhao spent sixteen minutes playing the entire tour.

Chen Zhao climbed ashore again with a winner's smile.

However, Evelei's eyes were a little different.

Because Chen Zhao gave Kunke a full 300 meters of distance.

Including the lead of more than 20 seconds, it was close to three minutes.

If these three minutes are deducted, Chen Zhao is equivalent to breaking another world record.

At this time, even the dullest person could feel that Chen Zhao's strength was extraordinary.

Not only in terms of speed, but also in terms of physical fitness, Chen Zhao is also at the monster level.

After competing in three completely different events, Chen Zhao won with an absolute advantage.

This is enough to explain the problem.

At this time, the national team coach no longer talked about kicking someone out of the national team.

Because, if he persists in this idea, the men's national team will be disbanded today.

Only Eve Lei at the scene knew that Chen Zhao's physical ability was much more than this.

Chen Zhao glanced at Yamila provocatively.

"The warm-up is over, who will die now?"

All the members of the national team looked at Chen Zhao with angry eyes.

"I come!"

100-meter breaststroke swimmer Kubury stood up.

"Come on, he may only be good at freestyle, use breaststroke to show him your strength." The coach patted Cubery on the shoulder.

In less than a minute, Cubery failed.

At this time, the hearts of all the male members of the national team were all cast with a shadow.

"Next, come."

The coach glanced at his players, and everyone's eyes were evasive.

"Wayne, come on."

Wayne is a swimmer in the men's 800m freestyle.

To defeat this monster, the only way is to consume physical energy.

Start with the physically demanding projects first.

Wait until the end, and then send the strongest one.

But Wayne's result also ended in a disastrous defeat.

Yamira could no longer stand still.

At the moment she is making more money than anyone else.

Lost another million dollars.

Who will defeat this monster?

Next was the men's 400-meter medley, which failed again.

Everyone is in despair, no one can defeat him!

"Who is that? You haven't gone up yet. Do you swim or something?"

Now, Chen Zhao directly named him.

"The 400-meter freestyle," Peterman replied.

"This farce ends here, no more." The coach finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He felt that Yamila was completely cheating him.

Chen Zhao has destroyed the confidence of all the male members of the swimming team.

All the male players are now physically and mentally exhausted.

Even those who haven't taken the field yet can no longer fight.

If the comparison continues, even if the national team is not disbanded, they will not be able to recover in a short time.

Everyone was covered with bruises, except for that man, who was still there looking calm and calm.

"Coach Rodman, stop comparing. He is a physical monster. Don't try to compare with him in any sports. He once used the same method to destroy all the students in our school who specialize in sports, from high jump to long jump. From track and field to swimming, no one can beat him, not even professional athletes," Evelei said.

Everyone was stunned when they heard Evelei's words.

"Isn't he tired?"

"His so-called tiredness is all disguised. He likes to use this method to tease others and make them think that he is tired. He once swam twenty or thirty kilometers at sea." Eve Lei knew Chen Zhao very well. .

This shameless bastard always uses this method to give people hope and then despair.

"I don't believe he is good at any sports. He can't even be good at fighting, right?"

"I don't know about his strength in other fighting sports, but he once broke a boxing champion's arm with one punch, and that boxing champion retired from the game, so you can have a normal match with him, and don't try to anger him."

"..."

Everyone looked at Chen Zhao unnaturally. Chen Zhao still crossed his legs and was eating an apple.

"You guys are still competing, I've already eaten three apples."

Yamila gritted her teeth and looked at Chen Zhao: "You tricked me, you cheated me of my money."

Chen Zhao raised his fingers and waved: "I have never deceived you. You proposed the competition, but I have never forced you. You also proposed the notarization. By the way, how many games did I win just now? I Do the math, 50-meter freestyle, 100-meter freestyle, 200-meter freestyle..."

Chen Zhao counted on his fingers, and then looked at Yamila: "It seems that there are only nine. Thank you for your patronage. A total of nine million US dollars."

Amira felt dizzy.

She could afford nine million dollars, but she was unwilling to do so.

And still lost nine million dollars in such a shameful way.

"I'm so happy today. I met a fool who insisted on giving me nine million dollars for free." Chen Zhao looked at Coach Rodman: "Sir, are your men really no match? How about we discuss it? I will give you half a million dollars for each game as compensation."

Yamila felt like she was suffocating. How could there be such a shameless person?