Chapter 64 - To the Finish Line (2/2)

In terms of level, she achieved a result of a first-tier national level athlete.

There was no doubt that this goddess was even more badass than the men’s first place!

And this person… obviously wasn’t Wu Tong.

Of course, Wu Tong had also finished the race at this point. Her final score was a bit more than 43 minutes, which was considerably closer to a second-tier national level athlete for women’s standards. It was an impressive score.

At about fifty minutes in, more people began arriving at the finish line; at least three hundred, if not five hundred.

Meng Fan began running for his life.

Meng Fan, who was in full swing after running nine kilometers, had really forced the competitive spirit from his bones. Or maybe a competition spirit had provoked him on the event grounds. He didn’t care how much physical energy he had left, or what the black magic running shoes told him his pace had to be for the last one kilometer. He instantly set the reminder to raise his speed every 100 meters.

Increase the arm swing amplitude.

Increase the stride.

Speed up the pace.

His chest undulated like a snowblower, mobilizing all the power in his body.

800.

600.

500.

He kept swinging his arms. His breathing slowly became unreliable. The only thing he could depend on was his willpower.

300!

Meng Fan did not bother to see the people already at the finish line, staring at him outlandishly.

200!

He couldn’t hear the cheering. Meng Fan could only feel a buzzing sound overwhelm his ears, even drowning out the voices from the broadcast.

100!

Meng Fan began to spring with all his strength, using all the power he had left in his body.

His expression had completely collapsed, and his line of sight began to blur.

Although his speed did not improve, even slowing him down, the only good news was that his black magic running shoes began to forcefully intervene in his strides. Otherwise, forget about physical exhaustion ruining his steps, it would cause him to lose his balance completely.

50 meters!

30 meters!

The people standing at the finish line moved aside; a wave of silence washed over them.

They left four or five powerful gods to wait.

20 meters!

10 meters!

The finish line!

Meng Fan reached the finish line in a collision. The four or five powerful gods greeted him and supported the wobbling Meng Fan, compelling him along.

From the sides erupted the loud cheering of the spectators, as if a champion had been conceived!

There was a loud bang.

Zhang Zhou Wei crashed his small donkey into the railing, continuously filming Meng Fan for the live stream until the phone hit the ground. The stream’s content suddenly pointed to the sky. With a peaceful background, all that could be heard was the tsunami-like roar of cheers.

At this moment, the stream channel exploded!

“Dumbass commentator!”

“How can you do this at such a critical time!”

“I was about to cry from being so touched!”

“Hurry up and let us see how Meng boss is doing!”

“You piece of sh*t!”

“What’s his final time?”