Football Kung Fu Player

September 2003, Manila, Philippines, Rizal Athletic Stadium!

Wang Xing was warming up before the match.

The men's 100-meter track and field qualifiers will start soon, Wang Xing is ranked in the bottom three group to play, he can't wait to try the results of the next three months, of course, there is also a stream of body skills -- eight steps catch cicadas.

"Wang Xing, pay attention, this guy is Suzue Shenwu, your 100-meter and 200-meter rival!"

Old Chen pointed to a young Japanese player who was jumping on the track, and said to Wang Xing.

"Well, I see.

Wang Xing took a look, firmly remembering the appearance of Moxu Shenwu, and looked up at the preliminaries of the previous groups on the big screen of the competition.

Chen Jian, Shen Cheng, and Hu Kai have already participated in the preliminaries ahead of him. Their results are not bad, and they have joined hands to advance to the semi-finals.

"Eight Seven Three" Of course, although the Asian track and field is not ranked in the world, the 100-meter sprint of China is still among the best in the entire Asian region... It's just that the Japanese are too strong in track and field, and they are a bit exclusive The big meaning is inside.

drop

The starting block issued a reminder, Wang Xing watched as Shenwu Mo stepped onto the running block, and then the starting gun fired, and this guy rushed out like a cheetah.

Very fast response!

The other people in the same group were obviously not this guy's opponent...the start was obviously much slower.

After 20 meters, Mozui Shenwu had already confirmed the lead.

"Is this the strength of Asia.....This kid can run so fast despite the preliminaries..."

Wang Xing stared closely at Mixu Shenwu, watching him cross the finish line with ease.

1010!

A pretty good score.

"See, this is not his limit. After all, this is the qualifier, just make sure you qualify..."

Mr. Chen said in Wang Xing's ear, but Wang Xing saw Mo Xu Shenwu looked up at the results on the big screen, and then smiled with satisfaction.

10.10 seconds, temporarily ranked first in the preliminaries... and the second and third players in the preliminaries, also from Japan, are Shinji Asahara's 10.15 seconds and Hiroyuki Tsuchie's 10.17 seconds .....After that came Chen Jian from the Celestial Dynasty, ranked fourth in 10 seconds and 2!

From this we can see the absolute strength of Japan. Chen Jian, the original number one in the country, is 0.1 seconds behind the third place...not to mention the 10.10 seconds against the first place Shingo Mozu , Chen Jian has never been there in his life!

And they ran to the qualifiers with ease.

"Master Suxu, good job!"

The coach of the Japanese team, Takano Shin, squeezed his fists, watched with excitement as Shingo Mozuku left the field, and handed him a drink and RMB.

The preliminaries result of 10.10 seconds is obviously quite good.

"There shouldn't be any suspense for being first in the preliminaries now...the strongest players from the Celestial Dynasty and the Han Kingdom have already appeared on the stage!"

Takano was talking on the side, while Suzuki Shingo was drinking a drink, but suddenly raised his head and said, "Coach, Senior Ito said that the player who broke the Asian record in China hasn't played yet, let me pay attention!"

"Hahaha, Mr. Suxu, do you really think that China has such a powerful player? If there is, they must be bragging all over the world... Let's go to the lounge, you will still have 200 in a while Mi's qualifiers are about to run, as for the Tianchao player, I don't think there is one..."

"No, Takano-kun, I made a mistake!"

At this time, Koji Ito, accompanied by Keikazu Kobayashi, the head coach of the Japanese delegation, came to the side of coach Takano.

In Kobayashi Jinghe's hand, he held a list of competition groups.

"In the next round, China will send a player named Wang Xing. This person is very strange... But according to the information we received from China, three months ago, this 17-year-old young man broke the Ito-kun's Asian record... Although this record has a lot of moisture in it, this person should not be underestimated!"

Kobayashi Jinghe looked at Moxu Shengo and Takano: "Based on what I know about China, this athlete must be talented, otherwise, they wouldn't make such a big splash in the country!"

"17 years old?"

Shen Wu raised his eyebrows at the end: "It is definitely impossible for a 17-year-old to run under 10 seconds...but at such a young age, he must be a runner with track and field talent if he is allowed to participate in the Yatian competition , I want to stay and take a look!"

"Hahaha..………"

Takano Jin laughed: "What kind of Asian record is this? Ito-kun also said that this is a competition held in China, and there must be false elements in it... Moreover, the Chinese player falsely reported the results and It’s not a day or two. This information shows that he is 17 years old. In fact, it is not true at all. The players of Tianchao like to lie about their age. The real age is likely to be over 20 years old. Maybe it is 23 years old like the last one. I don’t think it is necessary Don't worry too much, let's prepare for the 200-meter preliminaries..."

The phenomenon mentioned by Susumu Takano is also recognized internationally. It is almost an open secret that China likes to play tricks on age in many projects...

So many times, XX geniuses appear in some youth competition or youth competition, but when it comes to various adult competitions, it is quite a tragedy.

"Well, this possibility is not impossible!"

Kobayashi Jinghe frowned, looked at Moxu Shenwu: "Moxu-jun, what do you think?!"

"It's all right, Your Excellency Kobayashi, I'm very confident in the 200-meter qualifier...I still want to watch it!"

Mo Xushenwu didn't know why, but he felt a little uneasy.

Koji Ito, who was on the side, also nodded: "Well, Suxu-kun, I'll watch it with you...... I also really want to know how much this young track and field player who is boasted by the Celestial Dynasty really has.

experience!"

As several people talked, the penultimate third group of qualifiers was about to begin.

Wang Xing had already taken off his coat and was walking towards the playing field.

creaking --

Wang Xing stretched his muscles and bones there, and swayed in place a few times, showing a trace of confidence on his face.

"The state feels very good...Three 1.7 months of practice, obviously it is not from the practice...."

Wang Xing is also very leisurely, looking at the players in the same group as him... almost all of them are crooked, Wang Xing's height of 1.8 meters is completely outstanding.

The Filipino player in the fourth lane next to him was as short as Wang Xing's chest, but because of the host, he got cheers from the audience as soon as he came on the stage.

"No wonder it's called a Philippine monkey, it really looks like a Malaysian monkey..."

Wang Xing grinned inwardly, and saw the Taiguo and Malaixi dumb, all without exception had well-developed legs, but they looked very thin.

drop!

The running aid made a beep, Wang Xing couldn't help restraining his mind, and walked to the running aid.

This is Wang Xing's first international appearance, so... he must be a blockbuster!.