God of Sprint

Chapter 692 Olympic Games Mi3 Phantom Gods Gathered in the Finals

Liu Yifei, who was immersed in Zhao Yun on the field, suddenly had eyes that lit up like the bright stars in the night sky. Her gaze was fixed on Zhao Yun, as if he was the only one left in the whole world.

Her eyes were full of obsession and fanaticism, as if she had seen her most beloved baby. The corners of her mouth unconsciously rose, revealing a smile as bright as a blooming spring flower.

She leaned forward slightly, her hands clenched, as if she wanted to get closer to Zhao Yun so that she could see his every move more clearly.

The two had not seen each other for a long time. At this moment, Liu Yifei was completely immersed in Zhao Yun's charm and could not extricate herself. Her heartbeat accelerated like a wild horse, and her breathing became rapid, as if she could feel the powerful aura emanating from Zhao Yun spraying on her face like a surging wave.

She silently cheered for Zhao Yun in her heart, hoping that he could achieve good results in the competition.

At this time, Yang Jian and Liu Yangyu pulled Liu Yifei back to reality.

"Yifei, please help the audience analyze the promotion situation of this group."

Liu Yifei smiled and said: "Everyone knows that I like track and field because I am a fan of Zhao Yun. In my heart, Zhao Yun is simply a legend in the track and field world! He is the world's number one! Two World Championship titles have proved his status."

"His speed, strength and skills are perfect, and he can bring surprises to everyone in every game. I believe that he will be able to stand out in this competition and successfully advance to the finals!"

Then, Liu Yifei continued, "Of course, in addition to Zhao Yun, I am also optimistic about Justin Gatlin and Omanyara. Justin Gatlin's strength should not be underestimated. He has always been a strong player in the track and field. His speed and explosive power are amazing. And Omanyara is a very promising player. He has made rapid progress and performed well in recent competitions. I believe they also have a great chance to advance to the finals."

Liu Yifei's praise for Zhao Yun shows her deep love for him and her high recognition of his strength. At the same time, her comments on Justin Gatlin and Omanyara also show her attention and expectations for these two players.

Zhao Yun on the field put his hands on his hips and nodded to Justin Gatlin next to him.

"Dear audience, the referee has blown the whistle for the contestants to get ready."

"The men's 100m semi-finals battle is about to begin!"

on your marks!

set!

boom!

The gunshots were like thunder, deafening, and the entire stadium was instantly in an uproar. The audience stood up one after another, waving their flags and cheering sticks like colorful butterflies, cheering for the players in their hearts.

Liu Yifei, standing in the commentary booth, fixed her eyes on Zhao Yun on the track like a hawk. Her heartbeat accelerated as the race progressed, and her nerves were tense.

When Zhao Yun rushed out of the starting line like an arrow, Liu Yifei's eyes were as bright as stars. She waved the flag in her hand excitedly and shouted loudly: "Zhao Yun, come on! You are the best!" Her voice echoed in the stadium, as if she wanted to pass her strength to Zhao Yun.

"We saw Zhao Yun running as fast as a cheetah!"

"Justin Gatlin was not to be outdone, following Zhao Yun like a hungry wolf, trying to find an opportunity to overtake. His speed was like the wind, but Zhao Yun always seemed to be able to maintain a slight lead."

Omanyala was chasing closely behind like a tiger. His progress in the past two years was indeed as fast as a rocket, but in this competition full of top players, he still needed to work harder to catch up with Zhao Yun in front of him.

"We have entered the mid-run phase! Zhao Yun must hold steady!"

The spectators on both sides of the track were boiling like boiling water, their shouts and cheers were like waves, as if they were going to drown the entire stadium. In the midst of this noise, Liu Yifei clenched her hands, her eyes locked on Zhao Yun like a rock, and silently prayed for him in her heart.

Fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters... Zhao Yun ran faster and faster, his lead was as unshakable as Mount Tai. Although Justin Gatlin had been trying hard to catch up, he could not close the distance between him and Zhao Yun.

As the game progressed, Zhao Yun's lead became more and more obvious, and Liu Yifei became more and more excited. She clenched her fists, leaned forward slightly, and dug her feet into the floor like nails, her eyes never leaving Zhao Yun's figure. She shouted, "Zhao Yun! Come on!"

As Zhao Yun ran faster and faster, and was about to reach the finish line, Liu Yifei's heartbeat seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and almost stopped. She was so excited that her face turned red, and tears rolled in her eyes like crystal pearls. She shouted with all her strength: "Zhao Yun, go! You are the champion!"

Just when there were ten meters left to the finish line, Zhao Yun suddenly accelerated. He was like a flash of lightning, cutting through the sky and rushing across the finish line.

"9 seconds 89!"

"Zhao Yun! Crossed the finish line!"

"No surprise!"

"In the face of hard power, Zhao Yun did not give his opponent any chance! He was leading from the beginning to the end!"

"This is the Tiger King of the Flower Planting Family! This is the Hundred-meter-tall Brother of the Flower Planting Family!"

"9 seconds! A very impressive result!"

"Let us congratulate Zhao Yun for advancing to the finals and once again making history for our flower growers."

"This is the current god of the flower-growing family! The king of the flower-growing family!"

"So far, all three contestants from our Flower-Growing Family have advanced to the finals. This is something we never dared to think about before, but now it is happening around us." Yang Jian shouted hysterically.

Liu Yangyu also said excitedly, "Amazing! It's really amazing! And all three of them advanced to the semi-finals as first place in their groups! This is even more valuable!"

The audience instantly burst into warm applause and cheers. They cheered for Zhao Yun's victory and applauded his wonderful performance.

Subsequently, Justin Gatlin with 9 seconds and Omanyara with 95 seconds also crossed the finish line. Their performances were also very outstanding, but in this fierce competition, they still failed to surpass Zhao Yun.

Liu Yifei cried. She could no longer hold back her tears when Zhao Yun ran out of the finish line.

She had seen Zhao Yun compete live before, but this time was very different. Her heartbeat was like thunder, and her blood was surging through her body, as if it was about to burst through her skin. She clenched her hands tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she was unaware.

Her eyes were fixed on Zhao Yun. At that moment, she seemed to forget everything around her. She only saw the figure galloping on the track. She saw Zhao Yun's sweat, his persistence, and his courage to fight for his dream.

Liu Yifei's breathing became rapid, her body trembled slightly, and the excitement surged into her heart like a tide. She wanted to shout loudly, wanting the whole world to know the joy in her heart, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something and she couldn't make a sound.

Tears blurred her eyes, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, her heart was full of admiration and blessings for Zhao Yun. She knew what this moment of victory meant to Zhao Yun, it was the result of his countless days and nights of hard work, it was the flower he watered with sweat and tears.

At this moment, the stadium was immersed in joy and celebration, and the audience cheered for the wonderful performances of Zhao Yun and other players.