Chapter 2383 - 603: Run My Life

Chapter 2383: Chapter 603: Run My Life

Twenty meters.

There was a clear gap on the track.

Bolt’s position was not at the front.

Time fleeting.

One second later, thirty meters.

Huang Kaiwen was in the leading position.

Behind him were Thompson and Powell.

In the third leading group, John Blake led by half a body length.

Tyson Gay, who had a slight start mistake, lagged slightly behind, and he and Gatlin, the two American athletes, were chasing the young Blake one on each side.

At this time, Bolt was still behind a few of them.

The USA Team’s Ryan Bailey was in the last position.

That does not mean Bailey was slow.

Rather, the others were too fast!

This was perhaps truly the most intense speed battle in human history, possibly the fiercest 100-meter final.

Less than a second had passed.

Bolt caught up with John Blake.

His two long legs burst into rapid action, instantly surpassing Gatlin and Gay.

Exceptional physical condition and talent speak for themselves.

Leading Huang Kaiwen was not relaxed either.

Powell and Thompson were closely following behind him, and the gap was so small that he did not have to pay special attention, as their arms appeared in Huang Kaiwen’s peripheral vision.

The unknown fear is the most terrifying.

Not seeing Bolt made Huang Kaiwen vaguely uneasy.

This feeling of possibly being caught up or even surpassed at any moment was something Huang Kaiwen did not like at all.

Sometimes pressure can fuel motivation.

The unseen Bolt put Huang Kaiwen into his best state.

Huang Kaiwen’s leg frequency was a bit faster than before.

He raised his head in a fierce sprint, lifting his hips and stepping forward.

The muscles of his whole body formed a perfect coordination, with no excess muscular movement.

Bolt was a bit surprised.

Although he only raced twice against Huang Kaiwen in finals, he was quite familiar with Huang Kaiwen’s technical characteristics.

Huang Kaiwen’s fast startup speed was no secret.

Huang Kaiwen giving his all from the start was not unexpected.

What surprised him was that Huang Kaiwen could still accelerate.

As a top-tier athlete, he was highly sensitive to others’ speed.

At sixty meters, everyone started to accelerate, but Bolt did not feel at ease.

Because Huang Kaiwen had been firmly holding onto the leading position.

This was a watershed moment.

Just moments ago, Thompson, who was in the second group with Powell, had already fallen behind.

As for Powell, he seemed to have pulled a muscle, causing his speed to drop significantly.

Some spectators were worried about his condition, but more were focused on the leading group.

Bolt’s acceleration was very noticeable.

After catching up with Blake and Gatlin, he was still speeding up.

His two long legs kept swinging.

Damn!

Huang Kaiwen already knew who it was.

From hearing the sound to seeing Bolt’s arm, the interval was less than a second.

The two were almost neck and neck.

Huang Kaiwen still maintained a slight advantage.

The trailing athletes were all giving their all to accelerate, but couldn’t close the gap between them and the two, and the distance was growing instead.

John Blake’s wide eyes were bulging.

He was a man who had defeated Bolt twice.

He was the new leading figure in Jamaican sprinting.

But compared to those two, how was the gap so wide?!

Seventy-five meters.

Inzaghi was almost suffocating.

He had been holding his breath for a long time.

Inzaghi’s heart was pounding wildly.

His whole face showed a kind of unhealthy flush.

Huang Kaiwen still maintained the lead.

Bolt was constantly trying to accelerate but couldn’t close the half-body length gap with Huang Kaiwen.

Behind them was Gatlin.

Justin Gatlin’s performance in the sprint stage today was excellent, vaguely pressing John Blake slightly.

Tyson Gay demonstrated perfectly what being undaunted by age means, and even the previously unstoppable Blake couldn’t shake him off.

The rest of the athletes were relatively at the back.

Thompson was overtaken at sixty meters and could only try to maintain his position.

If not counting the injured Powell, Ryan Bailey was the last.

Eighty meters, eighty-five meters.

The two up front seemed not just running but flying.

With two teammates, Bolt wasn’t alone, as Jamaica’s yellow almost occupied half the field today.

But no matter how he ran, he couldn’t break through that hint of red blockade.

Yes.

Bolt felt like there was an invisible barrier ahead.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get ahead of Huang Kaiwen.

Bolt had read a lot about Huang Kaiwen in the news.

Huang Kaiwen hadn’t actively uttered any big words.

But at this moment, even without verbal exchange.

Bolt could sense from the aura Huang Kaiwen exuded that his determination was palpable.

The number ten, who was invincible on the soccer field, even on this new track, refused to be a loser.

Accelerate.

Running without any reservation.

Bolt felt he was in great condition.

Past ninety meters, the leading group’s advantage was visible to the naked eye.

It was at this point that John Blake finally understood that the Olympic trials were just a prelude.

Today’s Bolt was indeed Usain Bolt.

His speed was something that hadn’t yet forced Bolt to get serious.

The final sprint.

Bolt fast.

Huang Kaiwen faster.

The half-body length between the two hadn’t shortened.

The world held its breath.

The final five meters, the last three meters, the final meter.

Huang Kaiwen, head lowered, crossed the line.

Yellow lightning cut through the night sky.

The London Bowl erupted in madness.

The Apennines were in uproar.

The cheers from the vast land of China shattered the night’s silence.