Then complete the counterattack.

This is also the usual rhythm of Spearmon, whether it is 100 meters or 200 meters.

Dix sees this.

He immediately covered his eyes helplessly.

It's really...

So stupid.

I didn't take my body shape seriously at all.

"Spirmon is starting to speed up!"

"He is ready to get into his own rhythm!"

Ameika live broadcast, there are still high hopes for Spirmon's big straight road.

As a result, shouting.

He couldn't keep shouting.

because……

The so-called Spirmonic rhythm.

There is no manifestation in the scene at all.

On the contrary.

Being pulled further and further.

How can you continue to call the commentator in this situation?

Spearmon himself widened his eyes.

He couldn't believe this scene.

The future range ability that you are proud of.

Actually.

Being pulled away by others like this?

Spirmon gritted his teeth in discontent, trying to continue to increase the speed...

The result can be.

No results.

What he calls acceleration...

There doesn't seem to be any effect on the scene.

Still being pulled up.

Nothing has changed.

The most murderous thing is...

Blake ran.

He actually looked back at the back of his right.

And that direction is not American player Spearmon.

Who is it?

This glance caused Spirmon's entire psychological defense to shatter.

Because of this look and pattern.

He hasn't seen it before.

even.

He is very familiar with it.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! After the Jamaican black lightning suddenly grew up, his first game with him...

It seems that he also turned around.

It seems that you gave yourself this look.

This made Spearmon understand immediately.

This person is the same as that person.

They are not from the same world as themselves.

It's not a world.

No matter how hard you work, how fast you speed up, how hard you work...

People who are impossible to get close to.

Dix saw Spearmon's movement rate slowing down, and his whole person's running momentum was also dissipating...

He would know at this time.

other side.

I must have experienced the same mentality as I did at that time.

And it's the old American running style Spirmon...

It's never going to catch up.

Even Blake's speed dropped, faster than his full strength.

This hits people a lot.

Only athletes know it themselves.

Blake won't look back.

After twisting it.

Just with a slowdown.

Go towards the finish line.

At this time.

later.

It is also breaking the head for the second place and Xiao Q.

What everyone originally thought of Blake, Spirmont, Le Metri, Jesuma Saidi Duer...

It did not appear.

It turned out to be Blake, Spearmont, Le Maitre, and... Zhou Bing.

Zhou Bing is about 150 meters.

It was already a counter-killer Jesuma Saidi Duer who performed very well at last year's World Championships.

You should know that Jesuma Saidi Duer's Pb is much better than Zhou Bing, and the best Pb can even reach 19 seconds 80.

This must be something that Zhou Bing cannot reach.

But reality is so fantastic.

Jesuma Saydi Duer, who almost won the World Championships medal in the Daegu last year, was actually on the straight road... and was followed by Zhou Bing.

It's past one handful.

And look at his running posture behind him.

I knew that he had no chance of chasing him back.

Jesuma Saidi Duer, who should have competed with Lemetri in the group, and even had the possibility of competing for second place with Spirmont, was at the London Olympics...

Run and smashed.

"Zhou Bing, it's fourth!"

“There is still a chance.”

"See if you can go to third place!"

Yang Jian shouted that Zhou Bing was indeed accelerating, at least visually, and he fully exchanged his endurance talent.

It can fly towards the white man in front.

Christopher Lemaitre.

Accelerate your pursuit with all your might.

160 meters, 170 meters, 180 meters.

Lemetri was always in front of him.
To be continued...