Jan Frodeno could only grit his teeth and persevere.
Because Huang Kaiwen's strategy was overt and straightforward, and he had no way to counter it.
If Frodeno didn't want to give up his position, he had to continuously compete with Huang Kaiwen on endurance.
He already sensed the possibility of defeat.
Frodeno could only place his hopes on the upcoming 10 kilometers.
Inwardly, he cursed Huang Kaiwen in German with a stream of harsh words.
Even so, he couldn't stop Huang Kaiwen from attempting to overtake him for the fourth time.
"Saint Kevin!!!"
"Saint Kevin!!!"
"Saint Kevin!!!"
The audience on both sides of the road screamed wildly.
Huang Kaiwen had managed to inject excitement into a contest of endurance and willpower.
When a competitor aims to overtake you, and the audience cheers for them, it's sheer torture for an athlete.
Jan Frodeno had reached a point where he couldn't cope.
His stamina had been excessively drained over this period.
