Football Kung Fu Player

swish!

The moment the starting gun was fired, Wang Xing had already kicked out with a stride... The running aid made a loud bang, as if it had loosened slightly backwards.

Wang Xing's starting strength and speed have all reached the limit.

Press the gun and run!

Wang Xing once again resorted to the tactic of pressing the gun and running.

Everyone only saw an afterimage and rushed out in an instant, and the next second Wang Xing had already stepped onto the exhibition road.

"what?!"

Kobayashi Jinghe stood up abruptly, looking at the result on the big screen in disbelief.

0.089!

This is Wang Xing's starting reaction time, which is almost negligible, starting at the same time as the gunshot.

He originally hoped that after Tujiang Yuyu used the sprint tactic, Suzui Shingo would be the first to cross the starting line. After all, after the first sprint, no one in "800" would dare to sprint again, let alone press The gun ran away.

Everyone knows that the tactic of pressing the gun and running has a 50% chance of fouling again.

In this case, the second false run will be sent off.

However, he never thought that Wang Xing would be so courageous.

This person from the Celestial Dynasty, whom he would never have thought of, actually used his gun to run away again... Could it be that he is not afraid of fouls?!

After all, everyone knows that even if Wang Xing does not press the gun, with his strength, the first place is still a sure thing... If he fouls, he will be eliminated directly. This kind of uneconomical business is not worth doing by anyone.

However, Wang Xing did just that.

Moreover, he pressed the gun and rushed out faster this time.

0.089!

"Baga! Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Preempting...he must have preempted...how could he predict so accurately!"

Kobayashi Jinghe roared wildly there, his whole face was flushed, he clutched his chest, a little shaky.

But the referee on the field didn't mean to blow the whistle at all... This starting reaction time is real and effective.

"Coach Kobayashi!"

Gao Yejin watched helplessly, Kobayashi Jinghe fell down with a very pale face...

In China, Zhang Peimeng and his father Zhang Cheng were also watching the live broadcast of the 100-meter fight.

Seeing that the Japanese used foul tactics for the first time running, Zhang Cheng couldn't help scolding: "The Japanese are too cunning...they used tactics!"

"I don't know if Japan's preemptive run will affect Wang Xing's state... After all, Wang Xing's running time in the last 100-meter semi-final was amazing...

Yang Jian was explaining on TV, but Zhang Peimeng watched without blinking.

Then Wang Xing made the second start.

"This time Wang Xing will definitely take a conservative approach to listen to the gun and run. After all, if someone fouls again, he will be sent off immediately. For Wang Xing, the gain outweighs the loss!"

"Okay... Let's take a look at Wang Xing's start time!"

"It's started...starter raises the starting pistol!"

swish!

Yang Jian hadn't finished speaking the word gun when Wang Xing, who was on the live TV, rushed out, almost in line with the sound of the gun.

No, the gunfire is faster!

The muzzle of the gun was still smoking, and Wang Xing's body had already drawn an afterimage in everyone's eyes, and it was ejected from the run-up device.

"So fast.…….."

Zhang Peimeng couldn't help exclaiming, and her pupils shrank instantly.

He clenched his fists all of a sudden, his whole body couldn't restrain his heart, and his eyes were even more focused on the figure running wildly on the track.

My heart is constantly shouting: "Come on, come on...

At the same time, the starting reaction times of the eight contestants in the finals all appeared on the big screen in the arena.

Wang Xing's 0.089 seconds is far ahead.

The second place is actually Xuanzhi Asahara, with 0.137 seconds!

This starting reaction time, if there is no Wang Xing's gun running, is actually perfect... But now, there is still a gap of 0.048 seconds with Wang Xing.

After that, Shenwu, Chen Jian and Tujiang Yuyu were all in the range of 0.15 seconds to 0.17 seconds, which is quite good.

Shen Cheng is 0.172 seconds, Ha Beibei is 0.180 seconds, this starting reaction time is barely qualified, but in the international arena, it is already considered slow; and Hu Kai's 0.190 seconds is the last... and Wang Xing is almost the same There is a gap of 0.1 seconds.

Of course, he is the weakest among the eight players, and being able to reach the final of the 100-meter men's track and field competition in the Asian field is already the best result of his track and field career!

After all, he is still very young......

"Wang Xing! Wang Xing rushed out of the track first, and he still used the pressure gun to run... Really big heart, no one in the world thinks that Wang Xing will use the pressure gun again The gun ran, but he did it, and it was very good! 0.089 seconds, another starting time that surpassed history. …”

"Come on, ugly, come on...you are the best!"

Yang Jian shouted desperately there, Wang Xing on the track had already used "Shenzutong"!

Originally, the "Shenzutong" could only be used for 1 second at most, but this time it took almost 2 seconds!

Suzuki Shingo, who was constantly sprinting on the starting line, watched helplessly as the distance between himself and Wang Xing was constantly widening. The distance that was widening could almost be detected with the naked eye!

"How is it possible?! It rushed so fast at the beginning, and it is still accelerating?!"

Mo Xu Shenwu tried his best to catch up, but he found that his speed had reached the limit... If this continues, his feet will definitely cramp!

But Wang Xing's speed has been increasing.

Everyone in the audience saw Wang Xing's state, that state was simply off the charts...the speed of sprinting and sprinting, everyone's adrenaline soared.

"How could I lose to him!"

Moxu Shenwu kept roaring in his heart. Thinking of the 5.6 kinds of humiliation before, Tujiang Yuyuu even took the initiative to take the initiative to take the initiative to win the championship for him to win the championship.

His teammates worked so hard.

You have to work hard yourself!

boom!

This extreme anger instantly turned into motivation, and Moxu Shenwu began to sprint desperately.

He wants to go beyond his limits!

I can definitely run within 10 seconds...

But in the next second, Mo Xu Shenwu found desperately that even if he risked his life, the distance between him and Wang Xing hadn't been shortened at all.

Instead, it gets farther and farther away!

That guy, how fast is his speed? He has been speeding up there... as if there is no speed limit.

swish!

Wang Xing, who was far ahead, seemed to feel the violent panting sound not far behind him, and then subconsciously turned his head slightly to look...