God of Sprint

Chapter 989 Advancement to the 200m Semifinals

As the runners finished their warm-ups, they adjusted their starting blocks and prepared for the upcoming race. The referee stood at the starting line and signaled all the runners to their starting positions in a serious and solemn voice.

"Everyone, take your positions!" The referee's command echoed throughout the venue like thunder.

Instantly, thunderous applause resounded throughout the venue, as if it was about to break through the roof and fly into the sky. The audience was enthusiastic, and they cheered for the contestants with thunderous applause and cheers.

Faced with the warm applause and cheers, Zhao Yun did not feel the slightest bit of unfamiliarity or nervousness despite being away from the arena for so long.

For Zhao Yun, this feeling was too intimate. He took a deep breath, felt the atmosphere around him, and an indescribable excitement surged in his heart.

When he bent down and put his hands on the ground, the familiar feeling came over him like a tide. He smelled the unique smell of the track, a mixture of sweat, rubber and dreams, which made him feel very familiar.

His heartbeat began to speed up, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. The blood rushed through his veins, like a ignited flame, burning his body. The innate fighting gene was completely awakened at this moment, and all the cells in his body were shouting, eager to release their energy on the field.

preparation!

boom!

The starting gun rings!

With the crisp sound of the gun, the contestants rushed out of the starting line in an instant like arrows from a bow.

"Okay, dear audience friends, what you are watching now is the first group of the 200-meter preliminaries!" The commentator Yang Jian's voice spread throughout the stadium through the loudspeaker.

"Wow, we see that Zhao Yun's reaction to starting is very quick!" Yang Jian shouted excitedly.

Indeed, Zhao Yun was like a flash of lightning, rushing out from the starting line at an astonishing speed.

"Speed ​​up at the start! Zhao Yun is very fast! He is like a cheetah and quickly distances himself from other players!" Yang Jian excitedly described the scene of the competition.

After entering the bend, Zhao Yun's performance was still outstanding. He skillfully controlled his body balance and maintained his leading advantage.

"Look, Warren Well and Zhao Yun are almost on par with each other! This is a fierce contest!" Yang Jian's voice became louder and louder.

From the bend to the straight! This is the crucial moment of the race, and the players are sprinting at full speed.

However, at this moment, Zhao Yun's speed slowed down a little, and Warrenwell took the opportunity to speed up, successfully surpassing Zhao Yun and taking the lead by half a body length!

"Entering the straight-line acceleration phase!" Yang Jian shouted nervously.

The spectators at the scene also held their breath and stared at the contestants on the track.

"Zhao Yun!" "Zhao Yun!" "Zhao Yun!" Suddenly, a thunderous cheering broke out at the scene, and the audience cheered for Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun seemed to be encouraged by the cheers of the audience. He gritted his teeth, accelerated again, and like a wild horse, he caught up with Warren Will at lightning speed.

At the same time, De Grasse also made an effort from the fourth place and quickly caught up to the third place, following closely behind Zhao Yun, only half a body length away!

"The last fifty meters!" The commentator's voice echoed over the stadium. All the audience's eyes were focused on the track, nervously watching the final sprint.

"Zhao Yun accelerates again!"

At this time, the cheers of the audience were deafening, as if they were about to break through the sky. Zhao Yun was seen running forward like an arrow from a string, his steps were light and powerful, and every step was full of strength and determination.

"It's the sprint stage! Zhao Yun has surpassed Warren Will!" The commentator's voice trembled with excitement. The audience was also boiling with cheers and cheers that resounded throughout the stadium.

"Speed ​​up! Zhao Yun!" The audience's shouts came one after another. They cheered for Zhao Yun at the loudest voices, hoping that he could cross the finish line in one go.

"Zhao Yun! Come on!" These shouts are not only an encouragement to Zhao Yun, but also a recognition and expectation of his strength.

"Zhao Yun is first!" When Zhao Yun crossed the finish line, the commentator's voice was drowned out by the cheers. Zhao Yun easily won the first place in the group with a time of 19 seconds and successfully advanced to the semi-finals.

"Zhao Yun has not played for a year, but his strength is still so strong." The commentator couldn't help but sigh, and he spoke highly of Zhao Yun's performance.

Canadian runner De Grasse finished second with a time of 19 seconds and also advanced to the semifinals, while Jamaican runner Warren Weir finished third in his group with a time of 97 seconds.

After the race, Zhao Yun was all smiles, and he bowed deeply to all the audience in all directions, thanking them for coming to watch his race. His smile was bright and sincere, as if this race was not just a competition for him, but also a happy experience shared with the audience.

Yang Jian looked at Zhao Yun and said with emotion: "Enjoy it, really enjoy it. Zhao Yun's face shows that he is enjoying the game!" His words revealed his admiration and praise for Zhao Yun.

"I believe that all the audience who came to watch Zhao Yun's game today are happy, and you can put your worries aside."

"After a year, Zhao Yun is still the same big devil, still so strong! I have to say that a genius is a genius. Even if he hasn't had any competitions and hasn't competed with major masters for a year, he can still maintain his suppressive power." Yang Jian said, his voice full of affirmation and awe for Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun left the venue amid the cheers of the audience. When passing through the athletes' passage, Zhao Yun saw his female fan from his hometown again.

He pointed at her and made a writing gesture.

The fan immediately took off her sportswear and threw the pen down. Zhao Yun caught it, signed his name on it and threw it back to her.