Chapter 2382 - 603: Running Through My Life

Chapter 2382: Chapter 603: Running Through My Life

The third lane is Jamaica’s Asafa Powell. Many spectators are familiar with him mainly because he starts relaxing in the last 30 meters.

The fourth lane is Tyson Gay. This American veteran has a somewhat serious look on his face, and after waving to the stands, he sighs.

"Gay said that London this year will definitely break the world record. I wonder if he’s referring to himself or other athletes."

The fifth lane is Huang Kaiwen. His results in the preliminary and semifinal guaranteed him a more comfortable lane. Facing the camera, Huang Kaiwen doesn’t make much of a gesture, just a simple wave, igniting the entire London Bowl.

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

Among a group of black athletes, the yellow-skinned Huang Kaiwen stands out prominently.

Although some thoughts might be politically incorrect.

But indeed, many people consider him a banner of resistance against black athletes in the 100 meters, with black athletes’ performance being too outstanding in this event.

The sixth lane is John Blake, Jamaica’s new flying man.

The seventh lane is the strong return of Justin Gatlin.

The eighth lane is the holder of this planet’s 100-meter speed record, Usain Bolt.

The ninth lane is the USA Team’s Ryan Bailey.

"Apart from Huang Kaiwen and Thompson, all athletes come from Jamaica and the United States, which shows which countries are stronger in this sport, haha."

"Yes, Zhang was right, Maurice Greene, Justin Gatlin, Usain Bolt, these are the 100-meter champions of the last three Olympics, two American athletes, one Jamaican athlete. Aside from Greene, who has retired, the other two Olympic champions are on today’s track."

"Right, I saw the news earlier, and Maurice Greene holds Bolt in high regard."

"Indeed, this former Olympic champion watched the 2008 Olympic 100-meter final and said: Bolt completely crushed me, his performance, his intentional slowdown... I couldn’t understand the scene before me at all. So some spectators shouldn’t be conflicted, Bolt’s intentional slowdown is an open secret known even by Olympic champions. Perhaps only sharing the same field with Huang Kaiwen will Bolt give his all."

The so-called most brutal arena is nothing more than the battlefield between Huang Kaiwen and Bolt.

Standing in lane eight, Bolt still feels relaxed, just like Greene’s appraisal of him, Bolt is like a big kid.

Watching his competition brings a sense of joy.

Huang Kaiwen’s face shows no expression.

Because in the 100-meter sport, he’s in an unaccustomed position.

Usually, he’s the defender.

Cutting down opponents challenging football hegemony one after another.

However, in the 100 meters, he indeed holds the position of a challenger.

The psychological pressure is not burdensome.

But he definitely doesn’t want to lose.

London should be the best opportunity.

Both he and Bolt are at their prime ages.

Today, he aims to surpass himself, surpass Bolt, surpass history.

The director’s camera focuses on Huang Kaiwen.

The spectators also become tense.

Fans familiar with Huang Kaiwen rarely see such a solemn expression on his face.

Even if the sound can’t transmit through the TV into the venue, they can’t help but shout out loud.

"Come on, Kevin!!!"

On London’s streets, there are hardly any pedestrians left.

Scattered groups of threes and fives are standing in front of store windows watching the race.

The host city London is Europe, a microcosm of the world.

A sprint duel that tugs at the heartbeats of billions worldwide.

In China, countless people, half-asleep, sit in front of their TVs, just waiting for the sound of the starter pistol.

In the stands, Wenger, Abramovich, or members of the Royal Family of some European countries are no different from ordinary spectators.

It’s as if there are pins on their seats.

The London Bowl no longer has anyone sitting.

The standing audience either clutches their hands tightly together or holds their hands in prayer.

Their eyes are wide open, afraid of missing a single detail.

"On your marks!"

The war has entered the countdown.

All eight athletes stand before their starting blocks.

Huang Kaiwen entangles his hands together above his head, still making final preparations.

He really wants to relax his mind and go into the race lightly.

But at this moment, the images from the 2008 Olympics, the 2009 World Championships, keep flashing.

Lost, he lost twice consecutively to Bolt.

This is the biggest failure in Huang Kaiwen’s life.

No exaggerated movements, no grimacing expressions.

But the London air is like Huang Kaiwen’s mood, with each breath of the audience representing Huang Kaiwen’s unwillingness.

"Set!"

Bending down, crouching, Huang Kaiwen’s face even shows some reverence.

Today, his left foot isn’t pressing so hard, but the starting blocks still make a protesting sound.

The audience also becomes tense, even stopping their breath, fearing the sound of lung expansion might affect the athletes’ state.

Bang—

The starter pistol goes off.

No holding back!

Huang Kaiwen nearly pressed against the false start time as he rushed out.

It could indeed be pressed further on reaction time, but lower than this.

Getting too close to a false start would make it hard to control.

In other words, this is the limit of what Huang Kaiwen can do.

In such a short time, it really gives a sense of jumping ahead.

Powell’s reaction time is a bit slower than Huang Kaiwen’s, but still the fastest after Huang Kaiwen’s; this famous athlete’s starting technique has always been world-class.

The second lane’s Thompson also has a great reaction, occupying a favorable position right from the start.