Chen Hu's remarkable leap surpassed Trivikane's landing point by at least ten centimetres. The once bustling scene fell into a profound silence as the spectators in the auditorium ceased their cheers, fixated on the bunker from which the man had launched his extraordinary jump.
Responding swiftly to the referee's signal, several staff members rushed forward to measure the distance. The results were promptly announced: 9.03 meters! With his very first jump, Chen Hu shattered the long-standing world record of 8.95 meters, instantly entering the prestigious realm of the 9-meter mark.
The tranquil atmosphere erupted into a crescendo of jubilant excitement as the news of Chen Hu's monumental achievement reverberated through the radio waves. Cheers and applause filled the air, accompanied by the blaring of horns. The triumph was palpable, with some individuals even brandishing the five-star red flag, their fervour visible from afar.
Liu Yong, wearing a calm smile, appeared relatively composed. Chen Hu's extraordinary jump had been entirely expected. With each of Chen Hu's attributes carefully honed and extensive professional training, it was no surprise that he had finally broken the long-standing world record.
In contrast, Li Changle stood up, cheering, shouting, and clapping incessantly, unable to contain her joy. She appeared far from the image of a demure lady, instead embodying a vibrant spirit.
Meanwhile, an absence of vitality was evident in the vicinity of Fu Hanhan. Rather than joining the chorus of applause and cheers, he sighed, his thoughts seemingly fixed on Trivikane.
Liu Yong found this shift in attitude somewhat discomfiting. Weren't you brimming with arrogance and confidence just moments ago? Weren't you the one proclaiming Trivikane's inevitable victory?
Liu Yong cast a scrutinizing gaze in Fu Hanhan's direction and declared with a resounding voice, "Well, it seems Chen Hu is on track to win the gold medal. With Chen Hu in our midst, our track and field prowess in the Yan Kingdom is no longer feeble."
However, to Liu Yong's surprise, Fu Hanhan remained steadfast and showed no intention of acknowledging his mistake or apologizing. "Chen Hu got lucky this time and performed exceptionally. Trivikane will surely surpass him," Fu Hanhan retorted stubbornly.
Mockingly, Liu Yong responded, "Well, then let's wait and see. I have a feeling that certain individuals will soon have their faces slapped."
True to Liu Yong's words, Trivikane's second jump fell short at 8.86 meters, inferior to his initial jump of 8.91 meters. Chen Hu's record-breaking leap seemed to have placed immense pressure on Trivikane.
However, Chen Hu's second jump was even more astounding, surpassing his previous feat. He achieved a tremendous distance of 9.06 meters, a staggering improvement of three centimetres.
It must be noted that increasing even a single centimetre beyond an existing world record is a daunting task. Yet, Chen Hu surpassed his previous mark by three centimetres, effectively securing the gold medal.
The subsequent events held no suspense, as all the competitors paled compared to Chen Hu's exceptional performance. His final result was an awe-inspiring 9.10 meters, a peak that seemed impossible for years to come.
Confronted with this outcome, Fu Hanhan's face reddened, his idol Trivikane's performance deteriorating with each attempt. Trivikane's best score, a meagre 8.91 meters, was a far cry from Chen Hu's extraordinary achievement even before the long jump competition had concluded; with a few contestants yet to make their final jumps, Fu Hanhan, without waiting, left the premises in disgrace. He departed without any intention of offering an apology for his earlier claims. Observing Fu Hanhan's departure, Liu Yong's eyes narrowed with a touch of coldness. In his mind, he vowed to obstruct this so-called "little fresh meat" who lacked integrity upon his return.
Chen Hu continued participating in several events, preliminaries and finals in the following days and displayed remarkable performances. Following his triumph in the long jump, Chen Hu clinched the men's javelin and shot put championships, amassing three gold medals in just a few days.
The frenzy surrounding Chen Hu captured the attention of domestic media, with an overwhelming number of reports dedicated to his achievements. Even as Liu Yong watched the Olympic Games from South America, he could feel the enthusiasm emanating from the domestic media simply by glancing at his mobile phone.
Today marked the finals of the men's 100m and men's 1500m races, both taking place in the same stadium. The men's 100m final was scheduled first, with eight athletes already engaging in warm-up exercises, including Chen Hu.
Undoubtedly, Chen Hu was the favourite to win the championship in this event. He had shattered the men's 100m world record in the previous IAAF Diamond League.
The Olympic Games had attracted all the prominent names in men's 100m, each eager to compete against Chen Hu and determine if he possessed the strength he was reputed for. These accomplished athletes couldn't help but hold an air of scepticism, each harbouring a desire to defeat Chen Hu and ascertain his true prowess.
Chen Hu, in turn, had given them enough reason to hold onto that hope. His performance in the 100m preliminaries had been satisfactory but not exceptional. For instance, he only secured the second position in one of the groups and ranked sixth among the thirty participants.
The atmosphere in the arena grew hushed as the men's 100m final commenced. The contestants stood poised on the track, preparing for the momentous race ahead.
Chen Hu positioned himself on the second lane, his vibrant red sportswear making him easily distinguishable. The once bustling and noisy stadium gradually fell into a pregnant silence, every gaze fixed upon the 100-meter track.
Undoubtedly, the men's 100m final was the most captivating and highly anticipated event of the entire Olympic Games. It attracted an immense crowd of media reporters, with countless cameras trained on the athletes.
In a few moments, the voice on the radio commanded, "Everyone on your marks." The eight contestants concentrated intensely, readying themselves for the start.
A gunshot resounded, releasing the eight athletes in unison. To the average observer, their starting reactions appeared nearly identical, but keen-eyed professionals could discern that Chen Hu's reaction time was slightly quicker.
Upon witnessing Chen Hu's start, even the national team's coach froze momentarily, sensing that something was amiss. A vague suspicion formed within him, suggesting that Chen Hu must have deliberately held back during the preliminaries, lulling his opponents into complacency.
After covering a distance of twenty meters, the coach of Country M realized his intuition had been accurate. Chen Hu had already secured a position ahead of the other runners.
"Oh my God!" exclaimed the knowledgeable onlookers, unable to contain their astonishment. After just twenty meters, Chen Hu surged ahead.
By thirty meters were reached, Chen Hu's lead became even more evident. At the fifty-meter mark, he was firmly in the information, with the other athletes trailing behind.
The outcome of the race was no longer in doubt. Everyone knew that Chen Hu would claim the gold medal. What intrigued them now was the record he would set.
As the race progressed, Chen Hu's lead continued to widen. He had a substantial advantage in the final sprint stage, crossing the finish line ahead of everyone else.
The stadium erupted into cheers as Chen Hu's time was displayed on the enormous screen. All eyes were fixated on the numbers that appeared.
"Oh God!"
"My God!"
Chen Hu had clocked an astonishing time of 9.38 seconds!
Not only had he broken his world record, but he also became the first human being to run below 9.40 seconds. Whether they were from Yan Kingdom or foreign nations, the crowd went into a frenzy. This achievement belonged not just to Yan country or Chen Hu alone but to all of humanity.
It turned out that the human limit was not 9.50 seconds, as previously thought, but 9.40 seconds. Chen Hu shattered that barrier with his incredible time of 9.38 seconds.
Liu Yong stood up and applauded, congratulating Chen Hu on his remarkable feat.
The unfolded events left Fu Hanhan dumbfounded and his idol, Trivikane, in a worse position. Trivikane's best time was a mere 8.91 seconds.
Before the conclusion of the long jump competition, some contestants who had yet to make their final jumps watched Fu Hanhan's departure in disgrace with no intention of apologizing.
Observing this, Liu Yong's eyes grew cold, and he silently vowed to block this so-called "little fresh meat" with no moral compass upon his return.
Over the next few days, Chen Hu participated in several events, both preliminaries and finals, delivering impressive performances. Following his victory in the long jump, he secured gold medals in the men's javelin and shot put events, earning three gold medals in a short period.
The domestic media entered a frenzy, inundating the public with countless reports about Chen Hu. Even though Liu Yong was watching the Olympic Games from South America, he could sense the enthusiasm of the domestic media by simply checking his phone.
Today marked the finals of the men's 100m and men's 1500m races, both held in the same stadium. The men's 100m final was scheduled first, with eight athletes already engaged in warm-up exercises, including Chen Hu.
Undoubtedly, Chen Hu was the favourite to win the championship in this event. He had shattered the men's 100m world record in the previous IAAF Diamond League.
The Olympic Games had attracted all the prominent names in men's 100m, each eager to compete against Chen Hu and determine if he possessed the strength he was reputed for. These accomplished athletes couldn't help but hold an air of scepticism, each harbouring a desire to defeat Chen Hu and ascertain his true prowess.
Chen Hu, in turn, had given them enough reason to hold onto that hope. His performance in the 100m preliminaries had been satisfactory but not exceptional. For instance, he only secured the second position in one of the groups and ranked sixth among the thirty participants.
The atmosphere in the arena grew hushed as the men's 100m final commenced. The contestants stood poised on the track, preparing for the momentous race ahead.
Chen Hu positioned himself on the second lane, his vibrant red sportswear making him easily distinguishable. The once bustling and noisy stadium gradually fell into a pregnant silence, every gaze fixed upon the 100-meter track.
Undoubtedly, the men's 100m final was the most captivating and highly anticipated event of the entire Olympic Games. It attracted an immense crowd of media reporters, with countless cameras trained on the athletes.
In a few moments, the voice on the loudspeaker commanded, "On your marks." The eight contestants concentrated intensely, readying themselves for the start.
A gunshot resounded, releasing the eight athletes in unison. To the average observer, their starting reactions appeared nearly identical, but keen-eyed professionals could discern that Chen Hu's reaction time was slightly quicker.
Upon witnessing Chen Hu's start, even the national team's coach froze momentarily, sensing that something was amiss. A vague suspicion formed within him, suggesting that Chen Hu must have deliberately held back during the preliminaries, lulling his opponents into complacency.
After covering a distance of twenty meters, the coach's suspicion was confirmed. Chen Hu had already secured a position ahead of the other runners.
"Oh my God!" exclaimed the knowledgeable onlookers, unable to contain their astonishment. After just twenty meters, Chen Hu surged ahead.
By thirty meters were reached, Chen Hu's lead became even more evident. He was firmly in the information at the fifty-meter mark, with a significant margin between him and the other athletes.
The outcome of the race was no longer in doubt. Everyone knew that Chen Hu would claim the gold medal. What intrigued them now was the record he would set.
As the race progressed, Chen Hu's lead continued to widen. He had a substantial advantage in the final sprint stage, crossing the finish line ahead of everyone else.
The stadium erupted into cheers as Chen Hu's time was displayed on the enormous screen. All eyes were fixated on the numbers that appeared.
"Oh God!"
"My God!"
Chen Hu had clocked a great time of 9.38 seconds!
Not only had he broken his world record, but he also became the first human being to run below 9.40 seconds. Whether they were from Yan Kingdom or foreign nations, the crowd went into a frenzy. This achievement belonged not just to Yan country or Chen Hu alone but to all of humanity.
It turned out that the human limit was not 9.50 seconds, as previously thought, but 9.40 seconds. Chen Hu shattered that barrier with his incredible time of 9.38 seconds.
Liu Yong stood up and applauded, congratulating Chen Hu on his remarkable feat.
The events unfolded left Fu Hanhan dumbfounded and his idol, Trivikane, in an even worse position. Trivikane's best time was a mere 8.91 seconds.
With his extraordinary talent and relentless drive, Chen Hu firmly established himself as a legend in the world of athletics, leaving no room for doubt or scepticism. His name would forever be etched in the annals of Olympic history.
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