Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

It's the first time he's done it before a game.

Many familiar audiences at the scene knew what this meant, and there was a loud bang.

Huaxia students and Huaxia tourists all waved the national flag and shouted for Yang Zhuo.

"Come on Yang Zhuo!"

"Come on Yang Zhuo!"

"Come on Yang Zhuo!"

Not only them, many fans from Plaster Country also shouted along.

Become an international cheering group!

CCTV live broadcast room.

"Yang Zhuo's hand gesture! It's the first time he did it before the match. He knows what it means. If he loses, he will definitely be used as a weapon against him, but he is not afraid!"

"Yang Zhuo is the world champion and the world record holder. He has his pride and the belief that he must win! Yang Zhuo wants to defend his glory here!"

"Let's cheer for him together!"

Yang Jian's impassioned voice made countless domestic audiences so excited that they couldn't help crying.

"On-your-marks!"

The sound of everyone taking their positions was broadcast throughout the audience through the radio.

The noisy stadium instantly became extremely quiet.

Everyone knows that it is time to wait quietly.

People who are still shouting loudly will cause hostility from other audience members.

At this time, it is necessary to create the best environment for athletes.

Let them play at their best.

now.

Yang Zhuo jumped on the spot, twisted his neck, and squatted down in front of the starting line.

Asafa Powell next to him took a deep breath, said a prayer, and then squatted down.

Tyson Gay picked up the mineral water on the back, took a sip and put it back.

Then he squatted down calmly before starting.

soon.

Everyone crouched down.

The camera swept across the eight people one by one, and everyone's muscles were trembling slightly.

There is huge energy in the body, and it will explode after the gun is fired.

Everyone wants to win.

Coming here, even the person with the worst grades doesn't want to give up.

If they give up when they know they can't win, then they won't make it this far.

This stage belongs to the strong.

in front of the TV.

The audience in China all focused on the red figure.

Every time Yang Zhuo participates in the World Series, his team uniform is red.

It is conspicuous, like a mass of flames.

now.

He pressed his hands on the rough orange track, adjusted his breathing, and stayed focused.

Try not to expend energy.

Tyson Gay's muscles trembled slightly, he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

He wants to prove to the world that he is the strongest.

He can beat Yang Zhuo!

Similarly, Asafa Powell, who has been ridiculed by the media as a soft-legged shrimp in the competition, has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

He wants to prove that he is not a soft-legged shrimp!

"SET!"

The password sounded again.

The 8 contestants reacted instantly, and their movements were uniform.

Everyone's starting posture is very standard, which can be called textbook style.

When Yang Zhuo heard the voice of the password, there seemed to be a buzzing sound in his body.

It's like starting an engine.

Energy begins to churn through the body, looking for an outlet.

now.

The stands were extremely quiet, and some spectators were even more nervous than the players on the field.

An Yufei held her clothes tightly with one hand, so she didn't dare to breathe fast.

The same is true for many viewers in front of the TV.

Especially Yang Guoqiang and Zhang Yumin from Yangdi Village.

The couple stiffened nervously.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of the starting gun.

Like the horn of attack, the moment it sounded, the bodies of the eight players on the field burst out with huge energy.

The creaking sound of the running aid being trampled on.

"boom!"

The quiet scene then erupted with a huge sound wave.

Yang Zhuo was not affected in any way, his world is quiet at the moment without any noise.

With a sullen head, he swung his arms and accelerated.

Every step down will generate a huge forward momentum.

Almost perfect start.

"Puff puff puff."

The sound of footsteps is like the sound of an engine, full of power.

"Game start!"

Yang Jian's voice suddenly sounded in the CCTV studio.

Even a little trembling.

"Yang Zhuo got off to a great start!"

10 m.

20 m.

"Powell is in the lead!"

The perfect explosive start gave Asafa Powell a great advantage in the future.

At 20 meters, he was half a body ahead of Yang Zhuo.

At 30 meters, the lead even reached a position.

It's not that Yang Zhuo made a mistake in the start, he has done it perfectly, but it's still not as good as the explosive start.

Besides the two of them, Tyson Gay also had a very good start.

During this year, he polished the starting details so well that he was not too far behind Yang Zhuo.

30 meters from the location.

Powell took the lead, and Yang Zhuo was slightly ahead of Tyson Gay.

Next to them is Atkins.

The battle was extremely fierce.

"Powell is in the lead!"

"Yang Zhuo started looking up!"

"accelerate!"

"Four members of the first echelon!"

"Come on Yang Zhuo!"

40 m.

Yang Zhuo's body was already upright, his upper body was very stable, without any unnecessary shaking.

Use as much energy as possible to move forward.

At this time, Powell has no way to increase the distance.

Because it's about to enter Yeon-joo's territory.

"Puff puff puff."

Yang Zhuo's face was distorted, his stride frequency had reached its peak, and his speed had entered the highest stage.

Start running at high speed.