Final Kill

Wang Yan's track was No.4, right in the middle.

Wang Yi was on track No.2, and Hu Weidong track No.8.

After getting into position, he placed his hands on the ground and silently recited the techniques that Gong Feiyu had carefully taught him. The young master gradually got rid of all the distracting thoughts in his mind, and his mind went blank.

Sprinting did not require a brain, so he left his body to his instincts!

"Ready..."

"Bang!"

Just as the starting gun fired, Wang Yan reflexively stepped out.

He took his first step and leaned forward violently. His center of gravity was completely pressed in front of him, and he used the momentum to dash forward.

From the corner of his eye, the white figure on the left was slightly slower by a beat, falling behind by about half a body length.

I was even faster at the start!