God of Sprint

Chapter 712: Zhao Yun takes the lead in the semi-finals!

"The first group of athletes participating in the men's 200m semi-finals please prepare to enter the venue and wait for the competition. Other athletes please go to the waiting area and wait for the notice to leave."

The voice of the female host came from the radio.

After hearing the broadcast, everyone came to their seats.

"Okay! Dear audience, we can see that the scene has already started to prepare, and the first group of contestants will soon come on stage to warm up."

"Our country's contestant Zhao Yun will appear in the first group."

"Whether Zhao Yun can win the third championship depends on whether he can get the ticket to the finals first." Yang Jian said after returning to the studio.

Liu Yangyu said, "That's right. If you don't get a ticket to the finals, then talking about three consecutive championships is a bit of a pipe dream."

Yang Jian said, "Yes! So the next game is very important! Let's take a look at the situation of the eight athletes on the field."

"First of all, the second player is from the UK, the famous British athlete Hughes."

"The third lane is the Dutch star Maldini. After failing in the 100m, he performed at his best in the 200m group stage and made it to the semi-finals. We'll see how he performs in the semi-finals."

"The runner in lane four is Jamaican star Ashmead. Ashmead made it to the semifinals in the 100m and 200m events. Let's see if he can make it to the finals today."

"The fifth runner is our Flower Grower, Tiger King Zhao Yun. He has already won the 400m and 100m championships, and now is the first step for him to challenge the 200m championship. We are very much looking forward to his performance. Although I am a little greedy, I still hope he can win the triple crown."

The camera turned to Zhao Yun, who was standing with his hands on his hips, looking straight ahead with a gloomy expression on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"The runner in lane six is ​​De Grasse from Canada. He made it to the finals in the 100-meter race. He is a very strong runner and a strong contender for a medal."

"The runner in lane seven is the veteran American athlete Dicks. He has been a big name in the 100m and 200m events for many years and has won many medals in various Grand Prix events, but he always seems to lack luck. Every time he has a good chance of winning a gold medal, a famous athlete rises up, such as Gatlin, Gay, Bolt, Blake, and recently our country's Zhao Yun and Xie Zhenye, all of whom suppress his hopes of rising to win the trophy."

"The eighth is from Botswana's contestant, Makawara. Makawara is a late bloomer. Logically speaking, he is an older contestant, but his performance in the past two years has been surprisingly good."

"The ninth player is Akanisibini, a talented young player from South Africa. Although his nickname is short legs, he is very fast."

"We can see that each group of semi-finalists is actually very strong. It is reasonable to randomly pick one of the eight people in each group and let them all advance to the finals."

Liu Yangyu said, "Yes, this situation means that the competition between each group will be very fierce, and each group will have to fight to the death to get a precious ticket to the finals."

"We see that the first group of contestants are ready. The competition is about to begin. We will wait and see whether Zhao Yun can get this precious ticket to the finals."

on your marks!

set!

boom!

A sharp gunshot rang out.

The 200m semi-final competition officially began.

"When the game started, Zhao Yun's reaction was very fast, and it even felt like he was suppressing the gun."

"When we got to the bend, Zhao Yun's rhythm felt a little different from before, like a miracle with great force. I wonder if you understand this feeling!"

Liu Yangyu also said, "That's right! It's indeed different. It feels like Zhao Yun gave up the rhythm and just relied on his physical fitness and absolute strength to overwhelm the opponent."

"Zhao Yun still maintains his lead and ranks first. Zhao Yun doesn't seem to slow down at the corners!"

"We have come to the straight line, Zhao Yun is now in an advantageous position!"

"Zhao Yun, speed up! Very fast!"

"The last fifty meters!"

"Thirty meters!"

"Zhao Yun is number one!"

"Sprint fast for the last fifteen meters!"

"Zhao Yun has sped up. Zhao Yun still has strength!"

"Press the line!"

"19 first place!"

Yang Jian held his head in disbelief and said, "Oh my God! What a speed!"

"I couldn't even see any other runners behind him. From the start to the end, there was no one within three meters of him."

Zhao Yun was like a mad beast, his eyes full of fighting spirit and determination. His steps were like the wind, each step was filled with endless power, and his breathing was like the roaring waves, shaking the entire track.

The audience was shocked by Zhao Yun's madness. Their mouths opened wide, their eyes were wide open, and the sound of "Wow! Wow! Wow!" kept ringing. They seemed to have seen a mythical existence. Their cheers and screams sounded like thunder, and the whole stadium was ignited by their enthusiasm.

"Zhao Yun! Zhao Yun!" The audience shouted his name in unison, as if to pass all their strength to him. Their faces were filled with excitement and excitement, their eyes were shining, and they were crazy about Zhao Yun's madness.

At this moment, Zhao Yun became a hero in their hearts, and his madness became a legend in their hearts.

Liu Yangyu also said, "It's crazy! It's completely crazy! This is the best result in 200 meters so far!"

"Congratulations to Zhao Yun for advancing to the finals!"

The ranking results of the first group of contestants were also released.

First place, flower grower, Zhao Yun, 19 seconds;

20nd place, Jamaica, Ashmead; 03 seconds;

Third place, Canada, De Grasse, 20 seconds;

Fourth place, United States, Dix, 20

Fifth place, Makawala, Botswana, 20 seconds

20th place, Maldini, Netherlands, 13 seconds

Seventh place, Akanisibini, South Africa, 20 seconds;

Eighth place, Britain, Hughes, 20 seconds

After finishing the race, Zhao Yun's face showed no sadness or joy, but his heart was filled with all kinds of complicated emotions.

After he rushed out of the finish line, he looked up at the eastern sky and silently called out in his heart: "Tiantian! Wait for me! I will go back to save you soon! You must wait for me! You must give me some time!"

He had only one thought in his mind, which was to finish the game as soon as possible and rush back to save Tiantian.

Zhao Yun's face was cold as ice, but his heart was filled with anxiety and worry. He felt heavy, as if he was carrying the weight of the world. He did not interact with anyone like before, and walked straight out of the arena, because his mind was completely immersed in saving Tiantian.

The audience's enthusiasm formed a sharp contrast with Zhao Yun's cold expression.

Zhao Dehan followed him closely to the waiting area, and Zhao Yun sat down on a chair, closed his eyes and said nothing. He was full of tension and anxiety, thinking about how to get back to Tiantian as soon as possible.

Liu Xiangdong hurriedly helped him with health care. Zhao Dehan and Liu Xiangdong had already felt the difference in Zhao Yun since they set out, but Wang Zijie had told them not to disturb him, as he knew what he was doing. The two could only do auxiliary work by his side.