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The time of three breaths is equivalent to a little more than one second, about one and a half seconds, which is equivalent to An Tianwei letting Ling Hu Rui for three seconds.

Ling Hu Rui gritted his teeth, he didn't waver at all in his determination to win this piece, the moment he started, he knew that An Tianwei wanted to give him some time, but he didn't expect An Tianwei to directly let two seconds.

As we all know, at the end of a subject, the decisive factor that determines success or failure, sometimes it will not exceed one second, and there are countless things that differ by a few tenths of a second, because any sport is to tap people's potential as much as possible, and when the potential is tapped, it will be extremely difficult to improve a little bit in every direction.

This is what is often referred to as the limit.

In the face of an opponent like Ling Hurui, An Tianwei still wanted to let Sanxi, which made Ling Hurui feel extremely sad and angry, and he was even more determined to win this victory.

But An Tianwei didn't give him this opportunity.After three breaths, An Tianwei's speed exploded.Ghost-like quickly narrowed the distance between him and Ling Hu Rui.

An Tianwei's footsteps are very light.The footsteps are very small.But every time the toes hit the ground, the dark force bounces is not affected at all.An Tianwei in the running.A stride is about two meters.It doesn't feel like he is running.It's more like gliding.

Ling Hu Rui turned a deaf ear to whether An Tianwei chased after him, but tried to shrink his mood and concentrate on the same finish point sprint.The 100-meter run is one of Ling Hu Rui's most relied on.As long as he breaks his own achievements in the division again, I believe that An Tianwei will win steadily.

All it takes is one win to suffice.

Holding the stopwatch is Han Tie and the platoon leader are a little nervous.If An Tianwei doesn't let these three breaths.Han Tie won't worry about An Tianwei at all;But now there is a difference of three breaths.It's a 100-meter sprint.It's not a long marathon.This second and a half time to catch it up is not an ordinary difficulty.

Han Tie and the palms of the platoon were sweating.

The distance between An Tianwei and Ling Hu Rui is getting closer and closer, and the distance between Ling Hu Rui and the finish line is also getting closer and closer.

"Come on, come on." At this time, the cheering sound of the soldiers of the special company sounded, and before I knew it, there was already a circle of people on the playground.

The people from the ghost sweeping action group also came.All the members were there.There was no omission.But they didn't shout cheer.It's not that they didn't want to shout.It's that they really have long been accustomed to An Tianwei's various perversions.Shouting or not shouting and cheering actually has little impact on An Tianwei.

Looking at Ling Hu Rui's back which was getting closer and closer, An Tianwei measured the distance between Ling Hu Rui and the finish line.

Four steps: The distance between the fox and the finish line can be reached by only four slightly larger strides.

The distance between An Tianwei and Ling Hu Rui is two steps, plus Ling Hu Rui's four steps, and now the distance between An Tianwei and the finish line is six steps.

Four steps to six steps, if the time to run six steps is less than the time for Ling Hu Rui to run four steps, this is the problem that An Tianwei is facing now.

If this scene appears on an ordinary occasion, more than 90 percent of the people will no longer be optimistic about An Tianwei, not to mention the difference of two steps, even if it is a one-step difference, everyone will feel that An Tianwei will definitely lose, because the remaining distance is too short, so short that it has reached the so-called "margin of safety".

The so-called "margin of safety" means that when the distance from the finish line reaches a certain point and the people behind are a certain distance away, the result has been determined in advance.

"Won." The Special Company was already cheering.

The battle was defeated.Win back a game on this.You can also find some face to come back.The soldiers of the special company still don't know the agreement between An Tianwei and Ling Hurui.I just think it's an ordinary game.So I don't have a little psychological burden when I shout.

All of them knew that the "margin of safety" was coming back. Theoretically, An Tianwei had been defeated now, but none of them showed any signs of frustration, as if as long as An Tianwei was there, he would not be able to get a result until the last minute.

The truth is just as everyone in the ghost sweeping team expected.

Four steps.Ling Hu Rui used the strength of his whole body to make the final sprint in the last four steps.The 100-meter sprint was originally a race to test the speed limit.The last four steps.Ling Hu Rui can also complete the second acceleration.This means that his speed today has exceeded the speed when he was competing in the division.Undoubtedly,At this time, Ling Hu Rui played extraordinarily.

Ling Hu Rui watched the finish line and quickly close to himself.Four.Three.Two.One.Win.

While making Hu Rui think that he was sure to win, his fists had begun to rise and prepare to swing, but the corner of his eye found that he didn't know when there was an extra foot on his side.

This foot stepped on the ground after the finish line when he didn't cross the finish line with his last step.

The soldiers of the special company who were about to cheer seemed to be suddenly pinched by something, and they were collectively dumb, but the cheering expression was still on their faces, and under inertia, it was quite difficult to adjust immediately.

So the warriors took on this expression, but with a look of disbelief in their eyes, and a collective silence.

The people in the ghost sweeping action group didn't make any sound in the first place, and after the special company was collectively muted, the four words "It's like this again" made Mu Wuqing's light flutter extremely clear.

An Tianwei's foot was only less than 0.5 seconds faster than Ling Hu Rui, falling in front of Ling Hu Rui and snatching the victory that should have belonged to Ling Hu Rui.

Ling Hu Rui's eyes almost erupted with fire.He met An Tianwei's gaze.Teeth gritted loudly.

Intentionally, absolutely deliberately.

An Tianwei smiled: "I'm sorry, I'm a little bit faster than you."

"Two more." Ling Hu Rui did not entangle, and directly let An Tianwei carry out the next round.

The next round of the race is to cross the obstacles, the default distance is still 100 meters, who reaches the finish line first, and the finish line is the standard.

There is a big difference between a hurdle race and a 100-meter sprint, you have to jump in the middle of the run, and you have to maintain a certain height.

"Let's make it harder." Linghu Ruidao.

"Oh.how to add."

"When hurdling, it is not allowed to knock the railing down.

An Tianwei smiled again: "Okay, I like this additional condition of yours."

Ling Hu Rui felt that An Tianwei's smile was very annoying, and even very cheap.

The referee is naturally still Han Tie and the platoon leader, but this time the two are no longer standing on both sides of the starting line, but one station at the starting point and one at the end point.

On the premise that there is no monitoring, the past clips cannot be played back, and once there is a dispute, it will be troublesome.

"Ready.Start."

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