Chapter 2422 - 612: Kevin Returns, Milan Sets Sail

Chapter 2422: Chapter 612: Kevin Returns, Milan Sets Sail

"Set!"

Crouch down.

Huang Kaiwen’s left foot pressed against the starting block.

His gaze sharpened.

Only when facing Bolt does Huang Kaiwen exhibit such an attitude.

Bang—

Huang Kaiwen’s left foot kicked off, and he shot out.

"The race has started, Huang Kaiwen takes the lead, his starting technique is world-class, he can reduce his reaction time to the edge of a false start, this reaction speed is unmatched!"

Bolt’s force today is also quite fierce.

His arms swing vigorously.

From the last three lanes, it seems like he’s leading by a lot.

But the competition between three lanes must be determined.

Initially, they were neck and neck, but the two Jamaican runners quickly left the South African runner Jobodwana in lane nine behind, even their running frequencies were different.

Bolt is still accelerating, he wants to be the first into the curve.

But the fiery red figure in his peripheral vision kept agitating Bolt’s nerves.

Damn it, it’s Kevin!!!

Bolt had already prepared today to use the increase of speed in the first half to improve his overall performance, investing a lot even in his starting technique.

Yet Huang Kaiwen in lane four remains hauntingly persistent.

He had just taken two steps into the curve when Huang Kaiwen also entered the curve.

Behind them was Warren Weir, and not far behind him was the Dutch star Martina.

Further back was John Blake.

The comparison was very clear, both Martina on the left and Blake on the right of Huang Kaiwen were left behind, not even measured in body lengths but in meters.

This could no longer be explained by lane placement.

Bolt didn’t even dare to judge if Huang Kaiwen was ahead of him.

After all, they were several lanes apart, now that Huang Kaiwen was nearly catching up to him, when thought about carefully, it might affect his race condition.

But even if he didn’t focus on it.

He couldn’t control his eyes.

Huang Kaiwen’s acceleration in the curve was very evident.

The London stadium was nearly boiling.

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

"Saint Kevin!!!"

The tens of thousands of spectators in the venue were all on their feet.

"Huang Kaiwen’s speed in the first half today is quite ridiculous, his technique in the curve is so beautiful, hardly affected at all, previously in Berlin, Huang Kaiwen exited the curve slightly later than Bolt, but three years later in London, Huang Kaiwen has exited the curve ahead of Bolt."

Huang Kaiwen, however, knew that the real test was just beginning.

Bolt’s sprint in the latter half of the 100 meters is terrifying!

Blake also caught up, the third to break away from the curve.

Following was the Dutch runner Martina.

Behind Martina was the Jamaican runner Warren Weir.

Wallace Spearmon was exerting all his effort to accelerate, but it was in vain.

Not to mention the leading group, Warren Weir was like a mountain in front of him.

Christophe Lemaitre was the only white finalist, like Huang Kaiwen, he was the sole seedling, the remaining six runners were all black.

But even when granted the rear, Christophe Lemaitre couldn’t break the shackles of speed, he was already in his best competitive state, yet remained in last place.

The competition situation gradually became clear.

Bolt’s acceleration was quite terrifying.

But today at 120 meters, Huang Kaiwen started a desperate sprint.

It was almost unabated running, Huang Kaiwen’s body had reached its limit.

As if gliding along the ground.

Huang Kaiwen firmly maintained a slight edge.

Even Blake, who wanted to challenge Bolt, was dumbfounded.

He didn’t expect that by 200 meters, Huang Kaiwen was still so fierce.

Throughout the course, Huang Kaiwen only rushed, accelerated, then accelerated again.

Blake even wondered if there was something wrong with the previous urine test results, Huang Kaiwen’s speed was simply absurd.

Absolutely.

Even his compatriot Bolt was no less impressive.

Even though he ran very well, he couldn’t catch up to the two who were leading.

However, Blake did not relax at all.

Today’s competition, even the bronze medal was a fierce contest.

Bolt clearly could feel Huang Kaiwen’s fatigue.

Huang Kaiwen’s posture was different from the 100-meter final.

This was normal.

Even with Huang Kaiwen’s good physical quality, participating in a triathlon would affect his state.

But Bolt didn’t understand why he couldn’t close that little gap.

Every time it seemed like one step would overtake Huang Kaiwen, but Huang Kaiwen always managed to take another step ahead.

Huang Kaiwen was not relaxed either.

His body was already protesting.

But even so.

Huang Kaiwen did not relax, instead, he took the opportunity to squeeze out the last of the air from his chest.

The lack of oxygen caused Huang Kaiwen’s body organs to erupt with even more energy.

Accelerated!!!

In the last fifty meters, Huang Kaiwen accelerated again.

Bolt followed in disbelief.

Yes.

Huang Kaiwen had become the leader.

The gap between them widened to more than one body length.

Inzaghi in front of the TV was clutching Gattuso’s arm tightly.

Gattuso was completely unaware, it seemed such pain could only match the intense competition.

In the living room of Kaka’s house, there was already no sound of breathing.

Looking at the familiar face, their captain, each person was fully invested in the race, wishing they could get up and push Huang Kaiwen’s butt.

Even while leading.

Huang Kaiwen couldn’t feel relaxed.

Today in the first half, especially the curve, he ran quite excellently.

But he still couldn’t shake off Bolt.

Many spectators felt a sense of déjà vu.