Football Kung Fu Player

swish!

Wang Xing looked back for a while, and this look back made Mo Xu Shenwu almost do somersault and hit the ground directly.

This guy...this guy is so fast, can he turn back?!

how is this possible?!

"I ran so hard, but he still has the time to look back at me... Is this insulting me? Or is it proving that he can run faster, and he didn't exert his full strength at all!"

Mo Xu Shenwu felt an extremely powerful insult, and he wanted to work harder!

But he obviously didn't know that Wang Xing in front of him ran very easily... With 2800 points of internal strength, he could easily win the championship by running a 100-meter track.

But Wang Xing's goal is not as simple as winning the championship.

He wants to break the record, not the Asian record, but the world record!

He wants to prove to people all over the world that people of yellow race can also break the world record... just like Liu Fei!

Wang Xing is still sprinting desperately!

His steps are dazzling, and he rushes forward on the track without any hesitation.

After 70 meters, the gap between Moxu Shenwu and Wang Xing was about 10 meters, and the champion was already close to Wang Xing.

Everyone knows that this is an irreversible situation. 25

"Dash! Dash!!"

The players of the Tianchao team who were watching the match from a distance had already started shouting crazily there.

Chen Lao and Chen Luo, the two people who were silent there, started to stand up and waved their arms: "Wang Xing, go... go!!"

"Come on... Wang Xing! Come on! Wang Xing!!!"

The entire audience was also shouting loudly, and there was only the figure running wildly on the track in front of them.

Some people even kept waving the five-star red flag there, that dazzling red, at this moment, in the Rizal Stadium, became extremely bright.

"Wang Xing, number one, Wang Xing, number one!"

Yang Jue in the reporter area completely ignored his image as a reporter, and started waving his hands wildly, as well as the mobile phone in his hand.

"Wang Xing! Come on!!!!"

In an inconspicuous corner of the stands, a small number of Filipino overseas Chinese waved their bright red national flags and held them high above their heads.

8090 meters...Wang Xing is approaching the finish line, victory is within reach!"

"100m men's track and field final, 100m champion... Wang Xing, Wang Xing......... Wang Xing crossed the line first!"

"First place, Wang Xing crossed the finish line, with an absolute lead, he won the first place, champion!"

"Wang Xing is the champion! Men's 100m champion, he won the gold medal!"

"There is no one behind him!"

"What kind of strength is this!"

Yang Jian roared loudly, the microphone in his hand seemed to be shaking, and the voice in front of the TV also trembled slightly.

"Wang Xing! Well done!"

Zhang Cheng roared loudly, and Zhang Peimeng on the side couldn't help cheering the moment Wang Xing crossed the line: "First place, Wang Xing won the first place!"

"Dad, I want to learn sprinting, and I must join the track and field team!"

Zhang Peimeng looked at Zhang Cheng on the side, and yelled there.

Zhang Cheng looked at his son, a tear flashed in his eyes.

He felt that the track and field of the Celestial Dynasty was about to rise.

"He... actually won the championship..."

thump!

When Wang Xing was about to reach the finish line, Kobayashi Jinghe sat down on the ground, staring at the Japanese flag in front of him, in a daze.

For a long time, the Japanese team has dominated the Asian men's 1-200-meter sprint for a long time. In the entire Asia, as long as the Japanese team participates in track and field competitions, other countries will never want to get their hands on these two 1-200-meter sprint gold medals.

In the past few years, he has almost monopolized the 100m and 200m championships.

But, this moment!

Japan's track and field country finally collapsed... This kind of collapse is like the entire foundation has been moved.

Directly flip up the bottom floor together, destroying the entire building completely.

Even if he tries hard in the future, Kobayashi Jinghe knows that everything will be in vain.

This Wang Xing is only 17 years old!

He can predict what kind of disaster Japan will encounter in the next ten years!

"Losing...everything is lost!"

Xiao Lin Jinghe murmured, the wry smile on his face was uglier than crying!

The last Shenwu on the field, still did not give up, he is still working hard, still fighting hard.

Like a wild cat in heat being howled by a lion, he rushed forward stubbornly.

But it was all in vain, the moment Wang Xing crossed the finish line, he turned his head again, looked at him straight in the eyes, as if to say to him again: "You lost, you lost a mess!"

Mo Xushenwu stared at those eyes firmly.

But he was still unconvinced, and crossed the finish line unconvinced.

Then his heart slowly seemed to be eroded by darkness.

thump!

Mo Xu Shenwu's eyes went dark, and the moment he crossed the finish line, he staggered and fell in front of Wang Xing.

He is so tired!

On this track, he tried his best...but there was still an insurmountable distance between him and Wang Xing.

And countless reporters seemed to have seen such a scene. Shengo Mozu, who won the second place, actually knelt down towards Wang Xing.

Like a courtier, submit to the king's feet.

Click, click, click——

Countless cameras aimed at this picture and kept capturing it!

In the hearts of the reporters, when they saw this scene, they had already thought about tomorrow's report for the 610 Office.

They also realized that Shengo Suzuki had completely lost this contest among the first in Asia, and it was impossible to win again in the future. After all, Shengo Suzuki was already twenty-three years old.

Although 23 years old is still young.

But this is the golden age of sprinters, the peak moment of the strongest professional status, and what about Wang Xing?

Only 17 years old!

The 17-year-old Wang Xing is just like the sun rising in the morning, blazing and dazzling... He still has moments when he can rise slowly.

And this kind of moment will be even more dazzling.

"Wang Xing crossed the line and won! We won!"

There was a huge cheer from the national team, and the players hugged each other. Even Mr. Chen, who is usually serious and unsmiling, shouted regardless of his image.

swish!

Following Chen Lao's cheers, Chen Jian was the third to cross the runway.

He did it...a bronze medal.

Xuanzhi Asahara waved his fist weakly, and he won the fourth place!

Chen Jian didn't stop running, he rushed towards Wang Xing excitedly, and the two hugged each other heavily...

"Well done, Wang Xing!"

Chen Jian roared loudly, watching the contestants cross the finish line, but his eyes instantly turned to the high-hanging score display screen.

He just wants to see his grades......