Daily Evolution from Mastering Tai Chi-Chapter 185: Outburst

As Wang Ye maintained steady performance, he gradually approached the finish line.

Li Weimin’s tense expression gradually relaxed and unfolded.

The other brands, however, showed complex expressions.

Among them were emotions of excitement, frustration, and regret.

The excitement was due to China finally producing an athlete who would dominate the international sports arena.

The frustration and regret were due to their failure to invite Wang Ye to endorse their brands earlier.

Signing a contract with an internationally top-tier athlete is a rare chance for any sports brand, an opportunity that could elevate a brand from the brink of bankruptcy to soaring Phoenix heights, or make an already strong brand even more competitive.

But this rare opportunity was seized by Anta.

They were almost grinding their molars to pieces!

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In a blink.

Another dozen minutes passed.

Wang Ye reached within five hundred meters of the finish line alone.

What seemed inconceivable was that Wang Ye’s Running motion still hadn’t distorted.

He maintained his explosive Running style with the ball of his foot landing first.

It felt as if Wang Ye was a robot programmed only to run,

cruising relentlessly according to predetermined code instructions.

Volunteers and spectators on both sides clapped and cheered excitedly.

"Go! Go!!"

"Qi Refining Brother, go!"

"Just 1 hour and 37 minutes, it seems Qi Refining Brother is really about to achieve a miracle!"

"Maintaining a steady pace of 240 split and Running to this point..."

"Go! Hang in there! Only five hundred meters left to the finish line!"

Having run uninterrupted for forty kilometers without any supplies and barefoot, Wang Ye was originally a bit fatigued. But after hearing the encouraging voices from the crowd around him, the fatigue in his heart seemed to slightly alleviate, and the flickering floaters and black fog in front of his eyes dispersed quite a bit.

Although Wang Ye wasn’t particularly fond of people praising him.

Receiving such encouragement from many people at his side while striving alone toward the finish line would make anyone feel a bit better inside.

Wang Ye steadied his mind, adjusted his breath and heart rate, "Alright, next I need to prepare to deal with the person obstructing my dash to the line."

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At this moment.

In a corner unnoticed by anyone.

A crew cut young man squinting his eyes held a red flag in his left hand and a fruit knife in his right hand. He stood by the side of the track, staring at Wang Ye, who was closing in from fifty meters away with a cold, sinister gaze.

"Dream on if you want to break the world record!"

If there were people familiar with Japanese language present, they could recognize that the language spoken by this person was very authentic Japanese.

Clearly, this crew cut youth speaking Japanese was the saboteur hired with a substantial sum by those Ethiopian black men. According to the agreed plan, he needed to cross the railing and drape the national flag on Wang Ye’s shoulder before Wang Ye crossed the finish line and to obstruct him in a seemingly unintended manner, hindering his victory.

This Japanese man, though somewhat short, displayed unusually developed calf muscles, and his skin was somewhat dark, indicating that he was a trained professional athlete in some explosive sports disciplines.

"With my fifth-dan karate skills, coupled with this fruit knife I’ve sharpened to a fine edge, as long as I catch him, I will certainly cripple one of his legs!"

The Japanese man muttered sinister words under his breath, holding the flag and fruit knife tightly, carefully estimating Wang Ye’s distance and time taken to pass this spot.

Just as Wang Ye was about five meters away from his position, his expression instantly turned ferocious,

"Now’s the time!"

He suddenly jumped out from the track’s fence, unfurling the rolled-up flag in his hand, while hiding the fruit knife under the flag.

Whoosh!!!

The bright red flag instantly caught the attention of all the spectators on both sides of the track.

However, they did not notice the fruit knife gleaming silver behind the flag.

The entire scene was precisely captured by the dozen drones broadcasting live in the air.

At this point.

The surrounding volunteers and staff exclaimed in surprise.

"What’s he doing?!"

"Is he a fan? Doesn’t he know he shouldn’t disturb the contestants during the competition?"

"Look at his movements, it’s obvious he’s premeditated and has ill intentions, he doesn’t look like a fan."

"No, look, he’s got a knife!"

"Damn, is he a hired saboteur?"

"Where’s security? Stop him!"

The patrolling security guards reacted immediately, rushing over with riot forks and shields.

But the issue was, their distance was too far; the position chosen by this Japanese man was very clever, amidst numerous wild grasses and parked vehicles, with almost no other people within a hundred meters nearby, let alone security, who were almost three hundred meters away and would take over a minute holding weapons to get there.

This minute was more than enough for the Japanese man to lower Wang Ye’s score.

The surrounding spectators also showed eyes of despair.

The country had finally produced a marathon runner about to break the world record. Was he really going to be harmed by an unknown sinister person?

Just when everyone believed the Japanese man was about to succeed.

The Japanese man unexpectedly fell short.

Stumbling to the ground with the flag and fruit knife.

The asphalt road immediately scraped large patches of visible blood marks on his knees and elbows.

"Hiss!! Damn it!"

The Japanese man ignored the pain in his body and swiftly climbed up, looking around.

Only to find Wang Ye, who was only about five meters away before, had sped to sixty meters away within three seconds! Moreover, his speed had evidently increased to within two splits, leaving only forty meters to the finish line, which meant he was about to sprint across the finish line.

"This... how is it possible?!"

The Japanese man’s pupils contracted sharply, revealing eyes full of disbelief.

Although he was a professional karate athlete, he was not ignorant about other track and field events.

With his athletic expertise, he could easily deduce that achieving such a rapid traverse of sixty meters in merely three seconds without any preparation, having just run forty kilometers in extreme fatigue, would at least require a physical fitness of completing a hundred meters within six seconds!

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