You seized the opportunity.

A more appropriate technical choice has been made.

You are more likely to defeat your opponent.

...

"Zhao Haohuan chased after him?"

"He chased after him!!!"

"Can Powell with it?"

"But don't hold it back!!!"

This sentence is very funny to Yang Jian.

But no one cares about this now.

Everyone just wants to know now.

Can Zhao Haohuan resist in the end?

Zhao Haohuan felt that the finish line was getting closer and closer to him.

There are eight meters left.

The bird's nest self flashed before his eyes.

There are six meters left.

Next is Berlin's self.

There are four meters left.

It's Daegu's myself.

There are two meters left.

It's who you are now.

If the person can run out of the afterimage, Zhao Haohuan will definitely see four selves arranged one by one on the track, where each of them is...

There are distances.

It is the gap between himself and Powell, the fourth best player in the world.

And now I am.

Already under the advantage of relay.

Not inferior to anyone.

Also included.

Asafa Powell!

The last meter.

Zhao Haohuan swept past the side after the light.

Powell seemed to have swept over at this time.

Zhao Haohuan wants to win.

Lao Bao doesn't want to lose.

Old Bao stood up hard.

Finally, I had the potential to blow it up.

But things have come here.

Zhao Haohuan's last aftertaste.

Powell captured.

It seems to be...

Smile.

At this time.

They have already caught up with each other again, and the two are almost the same.

What's the point of laughing?

soon.

Powell knew it.

Because of this scene, Zhao Haohuan determined that Powell's position was similar to that of himself.

The originally hot lungs.

It seemed to be cooler.

All the energy.

Stimulated by a certain nerve.

Vitality was born again.

...

"Press the line!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Yang Jian roared.

The sound of domestic TVs is always loud.

They will be shouted by Yang Jian.

Frightened half of his life away.

But now.

No one cares about this at all.

Even later.

I just feel it.

It's too small.

Didn't you have breakfast?

...

Powell wanted to cross the finish line, so he quickly checked the time.

Where can I know?

The fifth red figure next to him.

No results were confirmed.

He had already opened his hands.

It seems that you don't need to know the results.

He had already announced that he had lost.

It was announced that Jamaica had lost.

We were obviously...

Just thinking about it.

Numbers given by large electronic screens.

Let the person who is still confused in his heart.

Wake up instantly.

Powell also petrochemicals.

36…

62.

WR.

Especially the abbreviation of the last two words.

Like a sharp sword.

Powell of the zombie.

I can't say a word.

It seems to be still flowing.

It's the heart.
To be continued...