Orc Undead Sports Warrior

Chapter 229 100m Final

"Hello everyone, this is the final event of the second day of athletics at the Beijing Olympics: the men's 100-meter final. The athletes have finished their final warm-ups, and the competition is about to begin. Let's take a look at who these eight fastest men in the world are!"

The camera was now focused on the 100-meter starting line, offering a bird's-eye view of the eight athletes standing in front of the track. As the camera switched to the competition area, Yang Li's voice rose in excitement.

"Why isn't the broadcast camera showing people's faces? The game is about to start, isn't that our son in the red team uniform? He's in the middle, not bad!"

When Mom saw that there were no close-ups of the athletes in the broadcast, she immediately became anxious, as she was trying to capture every detail of the competition.

"Don't worry, all the staff who can appear in the Beijing Olympics are definitely elites in the industry, and they will definitely give you screen time when it's time."

6. Dad picked up his teacup again. To bring good luck in tonight's competition, he brewed a cup of eight-treasure tea and added some goji berries. He felt that this tea would taste delicious.

Many Chinese people have a habit of drinking tea, but many probably don't understand the actual process. Many are also too lazy to learn it; the complicated steps only seem troublesome.

My father never followed any set routines for drinking tea; he always said those were just for show. His tea-drinking method basically consisted of three steps: first, adding tea leaves; second, adding sugar; and third, adding half a cup of hot water, waiting a few minutes, and then adding more water until the cup was about 6% full. As for how many minutes to wait before adding more water, that depended entirely on his mood.

As a generation whose destiny was changed by knowledge, 6's father went from a rural boy to a teacher. Although he is doing well now, the memories of not being able to eat candy and only eating meat a few times a year when he was a child are still deeply etched in his mind.

I remember when I was a child, I helped the family next door harvest wheat, and they gave me a small bag of Eight Treasure Tea. When I got home, I boiled water and brewed the tea.

I will never forget the feeling of that first sip. The sweet water swirled in my mouth, went down my throat, and then warmed up in my stomach. I will never forget that feeling for the rest of my life.

So now he almost always adds sugar to his tea, and his family members say it's just sugar water after taking a sip. But Dad really enjoys it.

Today he specially brewed a cup of eight-treasure tea. Although we don't lack it now, Dad doesn't usually drink it often. In his heart, this seemingly ordinary act is very ritualistic for him.

The 100-meter final is about to begin, and he brewed a cup of eight-treasure tea, hoping to give Liu Wei a good omen.

Soon, the broadcast camera switched to a close-up of the participating team members, and the elderly couple immediately sat on the sofa and stared intently at the television.

"The athlete in lane two is Michael Flatt. As one of the Jamaican sprint trio, he is the shortest, but his explosiveness is amazing. Today's starting dribble will likely determine his final ranking."

The camera then panned to the left, focusing on an American player with a dark expression.

"Standing in lane three is American athlete Davis Patton, who stood out in this year's U.S. national qualifying rounds, finishing second only to Tyson Gay. In the semifinals of this Olympics, he even made a last-minute winner against Gay to advance to the final. Now he bears the responsibility of defending the honor of American sprinting, and he and Dixon will team up to fight against the Jamaican team in the race later."

The camera then panned left again, and the cheers from the audience were noticeably louder.

"Standing in lane four is the world record holder, Jamaican athlete Usain Bolt. It is his sudden emergence that has completely changed the landscape of world sprinting. The Jamaican team is very likely to break the United States' monopoly on the men's 1-meter gold medal in this competition. On a rainy night in New York, he rewrote the world record. Today's competition may be his legendary battle."

Bolt smiled and made an archery gesture towards the audience, seemingly unconcerned.

When the camera panned again, the entire audience erupted in a deafening roar of cheers. Liu Wei stood there expressionless. Only when his name was called over the loudspeaker did he take a step forward and raise his hand to greet the audience.

The background behind Liu Wei was blurred in the broadcast, but it was still easy to see several five-star red flags being held by the audience and fluttering in the wind.

"Judging from the audience's reaction, you can guess that the athlete standing in lane five is our young athlete Liu Wei. He comes from Ningcheng, a city that is not particularly strong in track and field. In the past two years, he has achieved world-class level in four events. In yesterday's shot put final, he won the championship with a record-breaking performance. In the later competitions, he will also compete in the 400-meter and javelin events."

There's probably no precedent for this type of athlete in the world; he's even a bit taller than Bolt. We shouldn't put too much pressure on this genius athlete who excels in both track and field events. As long as he's tried his best, we should give him a warm round of applause, because he has already made history!

Yang Li was practically shouting as he commented; the noise from the stadium was so loud that he couldn't hear himself anymore, so he was shouting to speak.

The runner in lane five is Richard Thompson from Trinidad and Tobago, whose teammate Mark Burns also made it to tonight's final, and he is in lane nine.

After the broadcast camera moved away from the stadium, the cheers from the audience noticeably subsided, and Yang Li's voice returned to normal.

"Standing in lane seven is Jamaican sprint superstar Asafa Powell, whose battle with Usain Bolt for the title of the greatest male sprinter will be decided tonight."

Powell's face was expressionless; he was simply stretching his legs, while the voices of the spectators on the sidelines seemed to be from another world.

When the announcer introduced Walter Dixon in lane eight, the crowd chanted in unison again: "Walter, victory is assured!"

The sound was much quieter than the roaring waves just now, but 6's dad and mom, sitting in front of the TV, could still hear it clearly.

As the eight athletes stood behind the starting line, Wang Qiao involuntarily stood up, his hands trembling slightly. The naivety of his youth, the memories that spanned his adolescence, and the life ideals of his later years were about to be realized at this moment.

Before the competition, even the Chinese media were not very optimistic about Liu Wei. Although he had just set a national record of 9.89 seconds in the semi-finals, everyone still had reservations about his prospects in the finals.

In a competition of this intensity, given that the physical recovery ability of Black athletes is inferior, coupled with the fact that they went all out in the semifinals, it would be extremely difficult to achieve such a result in the finals.

Judging from today's final lineup, if they can't run under 9.9 seconds, they probably won't even qualify for a medal, let alone go any further.

However, like Liu Wei, he was still hopeful for the evening's match. Regardless of what others thought, he believed Liu Wei would definitely amaze everyone.

"onarks!"

The referee gave the order to take their positions, and all eight people stepped onto the starting blocks in their own way.

Because of their height difference, when Williams and Bolt put their feet on the starting blocks, their bodies were already past the starting line before they turned around and placed their hands behind the starting line a little bit.

The referee at the starting line quickly walked past the line to check if any runners were crossing the lines and to assess the condition of the lines. After confirming that no one was trying to cheat, he signaled to the other referee that everything was normal.

"set!"

After the order to prepare was given, all eight team members raised their knees and waited intently for the starting gun to fire.

"Oh!"

As soon as the starting gun fired, almost simultaneously, Jamaican athlete Michael Flatt, who was in lane 1, sprinted off the starting line.

"Oh my god!"

As Yang Li exclaimed in surprise, an alarm sounded in the stadium, signaling the recall of the team members.

"Although he false-started, Michael Flatt's explosiveness was truly astonishing. When he ran out, the other team members barely moved, which shows his strong recoil control!"

Listening to Yang Li's voice, one gets the feeling of having survived a disaster. He clearly didn't want to see Liu Wei fall significantly behind the other team members at the start.

"That dark-skinned kid is such a coward, he almost won!"

In the quiet stadium, one spectator's voice stood out loudly.

"Even if he were given 1 chances to control the starting gun, he probably wouldn't be able to. Modern starting blocks have instruments that check if your reaction time is less than 1 seconds, which is considered a false start. It has no significance in terms of performance; its only purpose is to affect your opponents."

6. Dad was still trying to remain calm, but all his excitement was evident in his eyes, which were now as big as one and a half times their usual size.

After the eight runners returned to the starting line, the referee walked past all the runners with a yellow warning sign. According to the current rules, if one runner false starts, the second runner to false start will be disqualified.

The players were given several tens of seconds to adjust before the referee gave the order to get into position again.

Everyone stood on the starting blocks again. At this moment, the entire Bird's Nest stadium was completely silent; you could even hear people whispering to each other.

"set!"

Two seconds after the referee gave the ready command, Trinidad and Tobago player Mark Burns suddenly raised his hand to signal to the referee.

The referee immediately signaled all players to stand up. According to the rules of the game, players have the right to inform the referee if they feel unwell. Based on the principle of fair play, the referee should also temporarily suspend the game.

"fu/ck!"

Standing in lane three, American athlete Davis Patton immediately unleashed a string of profanities, waving his fists and muttering something to his right.

"The atmosphere of the match was incredibly tense. Patton's emotions were starting to get out of control. Hopefully, Liu Wei won't be distracted and can perform to his full potential. We can't expect too much from a young player who's making history. Today is his stage to shine. Regardless of the result, we should applaud him because at the age of 20, he has already achieved the dreams of several generations! Go Liu Wei!"

Whenever Liu Wei is mentioned, Yang Li's tone always becomes more enthusiastic. If it weren't for the national broadcast, he probably would have already started shouting.

The camera then focused on Michael Flatt on the second track, who quickly gulped down a bottle of water. The sharp, ambitious look in his eyes was no longer there; instead, it conveyed tension and timidity.

The Olympic 9-meter race, which was being held in front of 1 people, was interrupted twice by accidents, making even the air feel suffocating.

Davis Patton's eyes were filled with rage, and the flesh on his face twitched uncontrollably.

Bolt still seemed nonchalant, his expression like that of a child playing a game, all smiles.

Liu Wei slowly ran forward a few meters, and while some team members were still standing there in a daze, he continued his game methodically.

He stared at the finish line, his expression calm, but his eyes were exceptionally focused.

When all the team members were back on the starting line, the referee gave the order to prepare again.

Wei knelt on his right knee. Today he had a tough opponent to beat, and he forced himself to concentrate fully, performing every detail from his usual training sessions.

"set!"

As soon as the referee gave the starting signal, Wei's expression immediately turned ferocious. Facing Bolt, a formidable opponent with virtually no weaknesses, he was prepared to go all out and fight to the bitter end.