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Shen Wuyun's reaction was already very fast, almost as soon as the gunshot rang out, he moved.

But there was someone faster than him, Shen Wuyun's peripheral vision caught a fast forward figure, separated from him by a person.

And Patrick is the second in the third group.

Then the commentator's voice sounded, "I believe that after the previous two sets of matches, everyone has already understood the difficulty and danger of this match. These players have all signed life and death certificates."

"Whether it is a slope close to [-] degrees or terrain, it puts great pressure on the contestants. In the case of high-speed sports, they must stabilize their center of gravity."

Looking at the Alps from the foot of the mountain, you can only feel its magnificence and grandeur standing alone to the sky, but when you really look down from its top, you can really understand its sharpness and steepness With a [-]-degree vertical slope, the resulting downward force continues to increase, and the feeling of weightlessness sweeps the whole body.

The narrator said in a solemn voice, "Avalanches are a dangerous situation that skiers must take into account on high snow-capped mountains."

"There is a saying, 'We never know which will come first, tomorrow or the accident', and in the same way, we don't know whether the avalanche will come during the game."

Shen Wuyun's heart was beating wildly uncontrollably, and the huge difference in altitude made his illusion that he was about to fall into the abyss even worse.

His brain was flooded with endorphins and enkephalins, which made him feel happy and calm.

The moment he went down, he could only hear his own heartbeat, and the whistling of the wind in his ears and the sound of the snowboard rubbing against snow particles were no longer obvious.

He had entered a world of his own, a world of snow-coloured mountains, him and Patrick in front of him.

The skis under his feet were moving quickly, and he lowered his center of gravity to support himself with the strength of his core muscles.

Absolute control of the skis makes him one with the world.

Shen Wuyun stared closely at the figure in front of him, when he was really standing on the same field as Patrick, he felt Patrick's terrifying control over skiing speed and center of gravity.

It was a chase between him and Patrick.

Only ten seconds had passed since the start of the race, Shen Wuyun felt that he was being pulled down at an unprecedented speed, and he had no idea how close or how far the people behind him were from him.

He didn't look back. It's a big taboo to be distracted in this kind of game, even if it's only for a second.

"The competition in the third group was so intense that the naked eye could see it. Before half the distance, it felt like the competition had reached a fever pitch! Patrick maintained the first advantage at an astonishing speed. A Chinese youth was chasing him closely. The two They are currently in a very anxious state. Now they have left other players behind!"

The commentator looked at the track, "I just saw this Chinese youth named Shen Wuyun. I have to say that it looks really good. The distance between Shen and Patrick is only one meter, but it is extremely difficult to surpass this meter. In the race In the speed race, even if there is a difference of one second, this second is like a natural barrier!"

So far, only the near-vertical slope makes Shen Wuyun tremble instinctively, but the Alps cannot only block this difficulty in front of the skater.

Soon, Shen Wuyun felt that the skis began to vibrate, and the snow surface of the track began to no longer be smooth and smooth, and the small bumps and snow bumps gave the skiers a bumpy feeling.

This kind of bumpy feeling is actually not strong, but at high speeds, even the slightest bumpy feeling will become more and more obvious.

Once the player is affected and the center of gravity is unstable, it will be fatal.

"It seems that our players have already skied to the middle of the schedule. The snow road here will obviously become a little uneven. Frozen snow blocks and snow bags of different sizes are the characteristics here. If you don't pay attention, it will be extremely dangerous. It could happen that it rolled over and fell out of the snowy road."

The snow bumps can be avoided here, but the icing particles are scattered everywhere, which is unavoidable. Generally, skiers will slow down their speed to ensure safety as much as possible.

After all, next to it is a cliff hundreds of meters or even thousands of meters above sea level.

But Patrick didn't slow down, and Shen Wuyun didn't slow down either.

Shen Wuyun probably knew the reason why Patrick didn't slow down. Patrick's pursuit was never the first, but the fastest and highest.

What about Shen Wuyun himself?

He doesn't have Patrick's love and pursuit of skiing, he just wants to surpass everyone who stands in his way.

He just wants to be number one.

The commentator's voice sounded again, his eyes were attracted by the two people who were one step ahead, and he couldn't see anything else.

In the camera, the distance between Shen Wuyun and Patrick and other contestants is getting bigger and bigger.

"Shen and Patrick hardly slowed down!" The commentator stared at Shen Wuyun and Patrick's movements with wide eyes.

They walked in unison, gliding at high speed one after the other.

The narrator gradually slowed down his speech, "This race gave me a very wonderful feeling. It seems that this is not a large-scale skiing competition, but this is just a chase that belongs to the two of them alone."

The audience and the contestants in the waiting area were also attracted by the two. They all focused their attention on the two of them, and there were exclamations one after another.

Lermontov alone was sullen, as black as ink.

He saw the two chasing on the track on the big screen and knew that they were equal opponents.

A feeling of jealousy welled up in him.

On the track, Shen Wuyun kept lowering his center of gravity.

He had to maintain control of the skis as he continued to slide faster and faster.

The schedule has entered the second half.

The front is bare rock, the ice and snow have melted, and there is only a little attachment at the bottom of the rock.

Shen Wuyun's eyes were sharp, and the yellowish goggles reflected polarized light.

coming!

He took a deep breath, looking more focused than ever.

These exposed rocks are the product of lowering altitudes and melting ice and snow.

One, two, three... Huge rocks block the middle of the trail.

Ahead, Patrick immediately approaches the first rock.

He flattened the double boards at the same time, and the angle of the vertical edge was equal to zero. His body turned to the left, and after changing the direction, the angle of the vertical blades of the double boards was the same, and the rotation speed increased.

He nearly turned the rocks.

"We have to admire Patrick's center of gravity and control board technology. Going around rocks will inevitably lengthen the game time, and he minimizes the turning angle, which greatly reduces the time extension value."

Shen Wuyun watched Patrick's movements in front of him.

He was wearing the dark red ski suit he wore when he was skiing in Altay. His body stretched freely, turning around the rock one after another, and the skis under his feet slid out a winding snow line.

He is as nimble as a fish.

Patrick slid gracefully and cleanly, reminding Shen Wuyun of being in the secret garden, he was like an elf on the snow, in the sub-zero snow field, bringing a fire to Shen Wuyun's heart.

The figure jumping and sliding in Altay gradually overlapped with the twisting figure in front of him.

This is the ultimate aesthetic experience.

Shen Wuyun unconsciously followed Patrick to turn, change blades, and slide.

Turning around the rock, Shen Wuyun felt the pressure on the lower board (outer board), and he moved his body to the correct position to effectively maintain his balance.

The strong wind blew over his face and ears, and his thoughts gradually returned to reality from a world where he was alone.

The 2000-meter distance felt slipped in a short time during the race.

Patrick crossed the finish line first, and the vertical electronic timer at the finish line showed that his speed at the moment of crossing was 234km/h.

At this moment, the narrator stood up directly from his seat.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Wuyun crossed the finish line.

Followed by the other four players, they crossed the finish line one after another.

The timer shows the elapsed time as well as the speed, and the ranking is quickly obtained.

He took a deep breath and waited until all the players had crossed the finish line to complete the race before the commentator continued.

"This is an amazing speed! You must know that the world speed record for downhill skiing is only 230km/h!"

The narrator couldn't contain his excitement, "This is a moment in history! I can't believe that Patrick broke the world record in our ski downhill competition!"

Shen Wuyun put his hands on his thighs, panting lightly, the sweat on his forehead became cold instantly when it touched the temperature of the snow-capped mountains.

He did not appear to be physically exhausted like the previous two games, and all muscle soreness and weakness of limbs were still within acceptable limits.

The helicopter stopped beside the finish line, Patrick took off his goggles, walked to Shen Wuyun with his skis in his arms, and helped him upright.

Shen Wuyun glanced at him, and said with a smile, "Skating really well."

Patrick and Shen Wuyun walked into the helicopter together, and he wiped his forehead, "You too. I feel that you have been following me, very oppressive."

Shen Wuyun smiled and turned to watch the helicopter sinking.

The helicopter landed, and the other players stood in the waiting area and watched.

When Patrick came out, there was a burst of warm applause, and every contestant had a smile of admiration on his face.

Lermontov ran over, grabbed Patrick, looked down at him, and said softly, "Brother, congratulations, the eighth gold medal."

After he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of Shen Wuyun on the side, his face darkened again.

As soon as Lermontov saw Shen Wuyun, he thought of him and Patrick chasing each other on the track, and those who didn't know thought they were dancing pas de deux.

Lermontov gritted his teeth and smiled, "I want to talk to my brother alone."

"But there are people here." Shen Wuyun also replied with a smile.

Even if he was gone, someone else could hear them.

Of course Lermontov understood him, and that made him even more depressed.

"Okay, okay, there is still an award ceremony to be completed." Patrick smoothed things over.

Lermontov twitched his lips and fell silent.

The staff called Patrick and Shen Wuyun to stop and took them to the podium to receive the award.

Patrick stood at the highest point, followed by Shen Wuyun, and another man stood further below.

There were too many reporters at the scene, they crowded to form a semi-circular circle, driving the camera to take pictures.

Lermontov stood outside the circle, looking at Patrick surrounded by flashing lights, proud but also depressed.

These reporters blocked him and Patrick, as if there were two worlds, where the podium was lively and boiling, while his place was quiet and lonely.

They were people from two worlds, and Lermontov felt a little dull.

After the awards were presented, Patrick walked up to Lermontov with big strides.

Lermontov was unusually silent.

"What's wrong?" Patrick looked up at him with concern.

Lermontov was silent for a while before he spoke, "When can I stand with you so that you can see my back on the field."

Patrick reached out to touch his head, and replied seriously, "I've been looking at you, I haven't seen your back, but I only look up at you."

I have been watching your efforts, watching your steps to get closer to me.

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