Football Kung Fu Player

0.093!

When Wang Xing rushed out, the rest of the people on the track hadn't reacted...and the referee was on the sidelines, and there was no sign of violation at all.

Everyone who had been watching the show was stunned by the eye-popping start time.

A perfect shot-and-run tactic.

This young Celestial player actually used such a trick in the semi-finals.

"how is this possible?!"

Kobayashi Jinghe almost jumped off the stool, it was terrible.

The starting time of less than 0.1 seconds scared him so much... Maybe this guy wasn't affected by the pressure of the fishing boat at all.

The reaction from the press area was even more intense.

Yang Jue screamed excitedly when he saw his reaction time.

"Wang Xing, good job!"

0.093!

This score of "177" obviously shows that he is in extremely brave state.

"Hmph, who said just now that Wang Xing's state has an impact?"

Yang Jue glanced at the "Manila Times" reporter beside him, and couldn't help but sneer. Now this guy was so startled that his teeth almost fell to the ground.

0.093 seconds of pressure gun running!

If this condition is not good, then in this world, is there any sprinter in good condition?

This is almost a run time that has been recorded in history.

Many reporters spontaneously kept their distance from this Filipino reporter. Everyone knew that Wang Xing's state was not affected by the outside world at all. On the contrary, he was full of fighting spirit.

On the field, only Wang Xing rushed out alone.

At the end of the day, Shenwu stared at the 0.093-second starting time, and he was stunned for a long time.

In the end, he shook his head. The external fishing boat pressure not only did not cause trouble to Wang Xing, but inspired him to run such a terrifying result.

This player, absolutely has a big heart...he knows the way to defeat Wang Xing, unless Wang Xing makes a mistake himself.

Otherwise, he has no chance.

Tread Tread --

Wang Xing was galloping on the track. Wang Xing, who had just obtained "He Xintong", just made him feel refreshed at the start time just now.

This feeling of flying out against the sound of gunfire is like controlling the entire track.

And then, seeing that he still had 1900 points of internal strength, Wang Xing was quite extravagant, and directly activated the "Shenzutong"!

The supernatural power of top-level body skills, the strongest advantage lies in his explosive power.

Therefore, when the other seven contestants started running and raised their heads, they all saw an incredible phantom.

Shua! Shua! Shua!

Wang Xing sprinted towards the finish line of the field as if he had been blessed with a rocket.

The speed is like lightning and thunder.

"what?!"

Kobayashi Jinghe, who had just reacted from Wang Xing's abnormal start, fell into a sluggishness again.

He looked like he had seen a ghost, and found that there was an elongated figure on the true path.

The fiery red light pierced his eyes so much that he couldn't open them.

"Ba Ga, how could this sprint speed be so fast!"

He couldn't help but utter a rough word, but his whole body trembled a little... The speed made his heart skip a beat, it was absolutely unbelievable.

too fast!

In yesterday's rematch, Wang Xing's speed was considered fast, but compared to now, it was simply not enough.

Almost in an instant, Wang Xing and the second place Shinji Asahara opened up a gap of 10 meters... All the players behind him had just rushed out of the track at this time.

Click, click, click——

The reporters on the side all desperately pressed the shutter, and quickly took pictures there.

"What? Why is the photo so blurry!"

"Yeah, I can't catch it at all!"

"So fast!"

Countless reporters found desperately that the camera's shutter could only capture a rapidly elongated afterimage of Wang Xing, not even Wang Xing's freeze frame.

"Come on, Wang Xing!"

Yang Jue's heart was almost in his throat. He had reported sports events many times, but he had never been as nervous as today.

The outcome of this match is not the first place, but the honor [the honor of Weichao!

Although Wang Xing has taken a substantial lead, Yang Jue still can't dispel his nervousness.

On the other hand, the Filipino reporter next to him turned pale... When Wang Xing rushed out, his heart sank directly to the bottom of the valley.

The voice of Yang Jian, the host of CCTV, was shouting at the top of the TV at the moment.

"Running, Wang Xing launched the running...he was the first to start, and the speed is very fast!"

"God, it's too fast, I can't see Wang Xing clearly at all, and the other seven players are just starting... Wang Xing is like a shadow assassin, pulling out one after another on the track Shadow, the speed was even faster yesterday! Could this be Wang Xing's true strength?"

"Rush! Wang Xing is constantly sprinting...he is breaking through himself, he is proving himself!"

"Who said we Celestials are not explosive enough?"

"Wang Xing, come on, Wang Xing sprints! Sprints!!! The finish line... Wang Xing crossed the finish line, Wang Xing crossed the finish line in an instant!"

"First place! Wang Xing once again won the first place with an absolute lead in the semi-finals!"

"We congratulate Wang Xing, huh... I am very excited, I want to say something loudly, it deserves it... This is really an exciting moment, everyone is questioning our Tianchao athletes, saying He is arrogant, say he is arrogant, but I want to say, this is strength!"

"After suffering so much criticism and pressure, Wang Xing still broke through the finish line as before, proving to the world that he is the strongest, and he is the number one flying man in Asia!"

"Wang Xing, good job!"

Wang Xing passed the key point, and Yang Jue couldn't help but roared loudly: "You lost, Filipino monkey, go back!

Yang Jue looked at the Filipino reporter with great excitement, his face showing uncontrollable ecstasy... …

Won!

Another number one!

The moment Wang Xing broke through the finish line, Yang Jue felt for the first time that he liked this mighty 2.2 Tianchao boy so much, he brought honor to Tianchao, and he defended his strength.

When the whole of Asia was questioning him, he swore that his state was not affected in the slightest with a starting time of 0.093 seconds.

Even, stronger and faster!

This silent protest seems to be swearing to the outside world: four gold medals, I can do it!

swish!

Yang Jue couldn't wait to see the final result.

Yang Jian also watched intently. All the people in the audience looked at the black screen in unison, waiting for the moment when it would light up.

Chen Luo clenched his fists tightly, and countless hands were sweating in his palms.

Old Chen gritted his teeth, frowned, and didn't blink.

In the end, the electronic timer at the finish line flashed an earth-shattering red glow.

Wang Xing, 9 seconds 80!.