At this time, Su Feng stood in front of the starting line, simply moving his wrists and ankles, and at the same time he looked at the left and right sides.

On the left are Obicville, Green, Sean Crawford, and Walt Dix.

On the right are Gatling, Koros, and Walt Dix.

None of them is not a famous player, but some are famous for a long time, while others are rookies who have just debuted.

Seeing Su Feng look over, Gatlin and Su Feng looked at each other, but instead of smiling happily like ordinary black athletes who knew, taking a joke or something, they gave Su Feng a serious face, then turned their heads and looked at the track in the distance calmly.

Su Feng was slightly stunned when he saw Gatlin's reaction, and then smiled.

This is a person who is tough inside and extremely persistent in the runway. At the same time, his personality is also quite calm among black people.

Such people are rarely a joke. The thumb just now represents their identification with themselves.

"This is a friend you can make." Su Feng nodded secretly, then calmed down his thoughts and turned his attention to the track in front of him.

The competition is about to begin, and it will definitely be your own to win!

“on    your    marks!”

Hearing the sound of everyone being in charge, Su Feng took two steps back, then leaned over, pressed his hands in front of the starting line, and stepped firmly on the starting machine.

The noisy cheering sounds of cheering on the scene gradually became silent as the command sounded.

At this moment, the stadium with tens of thousands of people seemed particularly empty and silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the eight figures in front of the starting line.

This is the men's 100m race!

The ability to attract everyone's mind in an instant, in just a dozen seconds, represents the limit of human beings themselves!

Before the starting line, after making the starting position, Su Feng slightly adjusted his posture to put his body in the most favorable position.

This game is by no means simple.

Especially Gatlin's expression just now, I'm afraid he has adjusted his condition to the best. With his persistent and tenacious personality and super strength, no one can be absolutely sure to beat him at this time.

Even Jamaican Lightning, Su Feng suspected that once he met Justin Gatlin, the victory or defeat between them was unpredictable.

Lightning's talent is undoubtedly superior to Gatlin, but the willpower is too far apart. Even if you lose one or two games when the lightning suddenly bursts, Gatlin may not be unable to surpass the past in the subsequent time.

Therefore, in this game, he had to push his limits, even surpass his limits, and do his best to make the Chinese flag fly on the field of the World Championships.

Outside the field, He Jun held his hands tightly on both sides of his body, because the distance between the starting line was not far from him, he had just clearly seen Gatlin's movements and expressions when facing Su Feng, and Su Feng's reaction afterwards.

Su Feng's performance was a rare sign that he had incessantly adjusted his position on the starting machine, which proved that he had really put all his energy into it and had to grasp every point and every little chance of winning.

Judging from Su Feng's personality, this is not necessarily a nervousness, but it is definitely taken seriously, and there is no absolute chance of winning.

It was precisely because he had the most contact with Su Feng that he could feel Su Feng's mood more clearly at this time, which made his chest feel like a big stone was pressed down, and he was a little breathless.

At the same time, the atmosphere at the scene seemed to solidify at this time, as if tens of thousands of people were trapped in some kind of tension.

“Set!”

"Bang!"

"The competition begins!"

In front of the TV, the audience who had just fallen into a certain atmosphere was startled by Yang Jian's sudden sound, especially in the early morning of the night, some people almost jumped up.

"Swish"

Eight people, looking at the naked eye, made the starting movement at the same time almost the moment the gunshots were fired. They left the ground with their hands, released explosive power as the muscles on their legs as they aroused, and ran out of the starting tool in an instant.

"Start and accelerate!"

Facing Justin Gatling and veterans like Morris Green in this state, even Su Feng's physical fitness at this time is not enough to gain any advantage at the beginning.

Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters.

In the first thirty meters of starting acceleration stage, Gatling, Su Feng, Green, and Sean Crawford, no one has gained a significant advantage, even half of the seat.

After thirty meters, Su Feng's body memory took him instinctively to raise his head and stood up, and began the acceleration stage of the running on the way, which was also the acceleration stage of the second stage of the 100-meter running. What he fought here was absolute strength.

The strength of Justin Gatlin and Su Feng was instantly revealed here. With their super acceleration ability, in the eyes of the audience, the two began to distance themselves from everyone around them and gradually stood out.

"Wow" the atmosphere of the arena was ignited here in an instant. The depression just before the game was not released in the first 30 meters. But at this time, the tone that saw the two standing out and the tone pressing into the hearts of everyone finally found the outlet and suddenly burst out.

Forty meters, fifty meters, sixty meters.

At this time, Gatlin and Su Feng had already gained an advantage over everyone behind them. One meter behind them were Morris Green and Sean Crawford, and Obicville had to be in a position behind them.

Su Feng had no distractions in his mind at this moment, and he couldn't even see anything in his eyes, only the finish line not far away.

At this time, without looking, just feeling, he could feel the heavy pressure that Gatlin brought to him. Without absolute concentration, he would definitely not be able to win him.

At this moment, Green and Sean Crawford, including Obicville, who gradually caught up with the two, were also gritting their teeth and running wildly, but what was hopeless was that no matter how they accelerated, the distance between Su Feng and Gatlin was still not shorter, but was increasing.

At this time, it has reached the highest speed stage on the way, and it is not enough to catch up at this time, which means the absolute speed gap, and there is no other reason to say.

However, the three of them were definitely not the ones who gave up easily. This instead aroused the fighting spirit of the three, and their speed increased further.

Gatlin's face was now covered with a ferocious expression. After the Olympics, he finally arrived at the position of the world's number one flying man.

But not long after time, Su Fengping first cleared the world record, and then Powell broke the world record, which undoubtedly greatly reduced his quality as the world's number one flying man.

So he did not allow himself to fail in this World Championships. No matter who is Powell, Su Feng, or Morris Green, no matter who is here, he will be the first person to cross the finish line. From the beginning of his 100-meter track and winning the first medal, he told himself that he will never let this track down!

Seventy meters, eighty meters, ninety meters.

During the highest speed stage on the way, Gatlin and Su Feng led the distance between the people behind him by at least two meters, but the gap between the two was not widened, and the naked eye could not tell who was first and who was later.

One hundred meters, cross the line!

The two almost crossed the finish line side by side. Even as athletes themselves, they could not tell who had won just now.

After crossing the finish line, the two were almost pushed by inertia for twenty meters before stopping. The people behind them were almost the same, which was a sign of the extreme uncontrollable speed.

After everyone stopped, no one cared about this, but turned around and looked towards the screen at the same time, and they wanted to see their own achievements.

Not only them, but also the audience on site, the director also focused the camera on the screen in the distance.

9 seconds 77!

Behind are the athlete's name and nationality, Su Feng, China!

However, the subsequent results changed because Gatling's score was also 9.77 seconds, so the win or loss of the two was to be seen by showing the milliliters.

Su Feng, 9 seconds 766, Gatlin, 9 seconds 767.

Powell's world record is 9.767 seconds. According to the milliliters, Su Feng broke Powell's world record, while Gatlin tied Powell's world record!

There were two world record results in a competition, which is definitely unusual!
Chapter completed!