"Set!"
Crouch down.
Huang Kaiwen's left foot pressed against the starting block.
His gaze sharpened.
Only when facing Bolt does Huang Kaiwen exhibit such an attitude.
Bang—
Huang Kaiwen's left foot kicked off, and he shot out.
"The race has started, Huang Kaiwen takes the lead, his starting technique is world-class, he can reduce his reaction time to the edge of a false start, this reaction speed is unmatched!"
Bolt's force today is also quite fierce.
His arms swing vigorously.
From the last three lanes, it seems like he's leading by a lot.
But the competition between three lanes must be determined.
Initially, they were neck and neck, but the two Jamaican runners quickly left the South African runner Jobodwana in lane nine behind, even their running frequencies were different.
Bolt is still accelerating, he wants to be the first into the curve.
But the fiery red figure in his peripheral vision kept agitating Bolt's nerves.
Damn it, it's Kevin!!!
