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Chapter 1971 I will never run 60 meters again(3/4)

For some reason, standing next to Su Shen, Guy is under a lot of pressure now.

He glanced at Su Shen next to him with his eyes.

It just feels like...

He obviously won't shine on his own.

But there seemed to be a strong brilliance flowing out of her body.

Just take a look.

It will all feel dazzling.

This feeling.

He used to only feel Bolt.

After Bolt's 2008 success.

It seems like this is what he gave him.

He is obviously just an ordinary person.

Like them, they are also flesh and blood.

But looking at it, it looks like a little sun that can shine.

Let yourself standing next to you.

Difficult to look directly.

Fark.

Maybe I shouldn't have come.

Guy felt this feeling or looked back and said in his heart.

But that's how people are.

You have not failed by yourself.

That certainly won't really admit this reality.

A billion US dollars?

Who can withstand this?

Just like Guy said directly.

So much money.

He can't resist.

Only come.

At this time, the people above were still hyping up, saying that this shot was the match between the strongest 60-meter white man and the strongest 60-meter yellow man.

How do you say this?

That's right.

It's also true.

Just how to listen.

How did Lemetri feel embarrassed?

Domestic track and field fans in front of the TV and in front of the computer screen clenched their fists, nervously looking forward to the exciting showdown that was coming. Then "Set", the silence of several seconds seemed to freeze the time, and everyone held their breath.

"Okay, the game is about to begin."

"Look at how Su Shen leads."

Those who hear this will smile knowingly.

Everyone actually loves to listen to their own commentary, and it turns out that they are playing their own athletes.

How exciting.

But the premise is that the athlete can really be blown up.

Otherwise, it would be useless no matter how you say it.

The more you blow, the more embarrassing it becomes.

"Bang—" The gunshot at the beginning of the game was like a thunder thunder. Su Shen instantly bending his arm, opening this feast of speed in the most orthodox game.

I saw him rushing forward in just four steps, like an arrow from the string. The amazing explosive force made his opponent Gay twitch directly.

Why does it seem?

Faster???

Faster than last year???

Damn it.

He won't be.

Still improving???

As soon as this idea appears.

Guy just thought.

This person.

It's so scary.

In other words, he hasn't reached the peak yet.

Bang bang bang bang.

Stand out from the crowd in three steps.

Whether you're Guy or Le Maitrey.

It's not bad in front of the current Su Shen.

All are slow.

Ten meters away, Su Shen was already clearly ahead. He was like a gust of wind, quickly widening his distance from his opponent.

His agile posture and firm steps all demonstrated his strong strength.

"Everyone was pulled away in ten meters!!!"

"Have Sue started to declare victory???"

Who has seen this posture as an on-site commentator?

This is too exaggerated.

This is not a school sports meet.

It's not a domestic competition either.

This is a fucking international competition.

Next to them are also famous international generals.

Not even an ordinary person who breaks ten.

that's all.

You exploded after 10 meters?

It's true.

Although they are all famous.

But neither Guy nor Lemaitry are experts in the future. In other words, this is not their strength at all.

And this is exactly Su Shen’s strength.

It's his strongest.

Start blasting.

Now he has reached the point where he is unrivaled.

Twenty meters, Su Shen easily established a leading advantage of more than five or six positions. He was like a speeding horse, moving forward. At this time, the foreigners in the audience were stunned by this explosive future, and their originally prejudiced minds were completely refreshed again.

At thirty meters, Su Shen further expanded his lead to more than six positions. He seemed to be the king on the track, and no one could defeat him.

No.

Guy and the White One Sixty-meter Master.

That's how to eat dust in the back?

The advantage of a few meters was just widened!

They felt it was hard to accept.
To be continued...
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