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Chapter 1938: Going wild! Who said we... can't win!!!(1/4)

The fourth stick Bailey was too miserable.

It's gone here for the first time.

In my previous life, it was still a full meal.

Being eaten raw by Bolt in the spotlight.

This life is really miserable.

At most it is an appetizer, and it is eaten and wiped away.

Team USA also played the lead role from the beginning.

Become a supporting role.

Even the spotlight was the moment Powell surpassed him.

It's already extinguished.

Amika has quit.

Then the rest.

It's the Battle of Central Asia.

Of course Bailey doesn't want to quit either.

But I can't do it.

He ran to the point where he had broken his legs now.

I'm afraid I can't do anything so difficult to question.

He suddenly turned his head and kicked the ground with force.

After careful pre-running, they successfully caught the baton. At the same time, the two began to release the energy they had accumulated for a long time without reservation.

At this moment, the audience all started to boil. They stood up one after another, waved the flags and slogans in their hands, and shouted the athlete's names.

Some people's faces were flushed and excited; some people clenched their fists tightly, as if they were secretly exerting force for the athletes; some people widened their eyes and stared at the athletes on the track in a fear of missing any wonderful moment.

Powell gritted his teeth, his eyes revealed a strong desire to win, blue veins swelling on his forehead, and every muscle seemed to be telling his ruthlessness.

Lao Bao's momentum.

It's really hard for ordinary people to stand it.

This posture.

It's completely different from what Powell felt on the runway. It's like a completely different person, and it's like...

Powell, who has strong mental power.

It was the one Francis expected.

However, this Powell usually cannot be fulfilled in a single item of 100 meters. However, it can appear repeatedly in relay.

Could it be?

You can transform if you really get the baton???

Francis himself was a little dizzy.

Could it be that I will give Lao Bao a baton training in the future?

this……

It seems that it's not bad either.

As long as he can speed up.

Whatever his model?

I used to.

Why didn't I realize it?

Powell's eyes were as sharp as a torch, and his slightly frown brows showed his concentration and commitment. His lips were tightly closed and his cheeks were slightly red with the force.

Such Powell.

Why worry about the big thing not being done?

Powell swung his arms vigorously, his steps firmly and rapidly, and every step seemed to be stepping on a solid ground, making a dull sound.

His legs were tight and like a spring, constantly pushing him forward.

He is agile and sprints on the track like a cheetah.

Lao Bao leaned forward slightly, his head was stable, and his arms swinged and his legs were perfectly matched.

He was rushing forward like an arrow from the string with an extremely passionate and exciting attitude.

Just like the scene in the comics—

The moment he got the baton of the fourth baton, Powell seemed to be injected with a powerful force.

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

He knew that it was his time to perform.

I haven't fallen behind before.

But he can give full play to his full play every time.

Help Jamaica get behind.

I don't have a baton.

There is no one ahead.

I may not be able to laugh to the end.

But there is a baton.

I can definitely.

While running, Powell quickly adjusted his pace and rhythm.

His starting movement was as fast as a cheetah attack, and his feet pushed the ground hard, and the powerful reaction force pushed him forward.

His pace is extremely fast, and every step seems to be racing against time.

His arm swinging movements were coordinated and his arms were rotating quickly like a windmill, providing strong impetus for his progress.

After getting the baton, Powell quickly used his strengths.

The body maintains a perfect forward angle, which not only reduces air resistance, but also maximizes the strength of the legs.

His steps were light and powerful, and he accurately stepped on the best force point every time he landed.

Although his breathing was rapid, he still maintained a certain rhythm to ensure that his body could obtain sufficient oxygen supply.

When the Jamaica audience group saw Powell's fierce pursuit, they burst into deafening cheers. They were all infected by Lao Bao's fighting spirit and cheered him one after another. Powell heard the audience's voice, which further stimulated his fighting spirit.

The legs are tight and hard like steel.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang."

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang."

Heavy and powerful footsteps kept ringing on the field. Zhao Haohuan and Powell began violently pushing forward like two grassland cheetahs on the fifth and sixth respectively.

It seemed as if every step was as if it was a thousand pounds of force, and the soles of his feet were stepping heavily on the runway, making a sound like a war drum, shocking the hearts of everyone on the scene.

Relay abalone.

Famous reputation.

Zhao Haohuan immediately felt the powerful impact.

He knew that Bailey behind him could not do anything.

At best it's just a dish.

Zhao Haohuan and Powell have fought many times.

From Osaka or from the bird's nest.

The two began the fourth-battle confrontation.

Maybe you didn't pay attention.

Behind the glamor of Jamaica's relay team again and again.

Every time I stand behind Powell.

Not someone else.

It's all Zhao Haohuan.

So there are some dark guys who jokingly call Zhao Haohuan the second brother in Asia.

It means that he is second in China or Asia.
To be continued...
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