"Saint Kevin!!!"
"Saint Kevin!!!"
"Saint Kevin!!!"
The nearby audience shouted like crazy.
Huang Kaiwen slowly crouched into a starting stance and shot out almost instantly.
This was a middle-distance run without a starting gun.
But this was the greatest challenge to the limit.
Just a few meters on either side of Huang Kaiwen, there were frenzied spectators everywhere.
They roared like zombies.
Waving crazily, waving everything they could get hold of.
Even if Huang Kaiwen couldn't break his own 800-meter record, having such ambition after a 53.7-kilometer race was enough to command respect.
No rubber track.
No other competitors around.
This kind of race doesn't have much visual appeal.
But it ignited the passion of this world.
"Run, Kevin Run!"
This shout resounded through London.
400 meters passed in the blink of an eye.
Huang Kaiwen knew he wasn't running at his best.
But the audience's enthusiasm was unstoppable, as if they were piercing a hole in the sky.
