The onsite speed measuring equipment, others were around 40 km/h, but that guy, the one named Miao something, actually ran at a terrifying speed of 130 km/h, faster than a cheetah's top speed.
This time, Miao Lun didn't hold back, he was serious, and the result was self-evident.
Lester was stunned, his eyes wide open, watching the figure suddenly overtake him.
That speed didn't feel like a person running, but a motorcycle speeding; no matter how hard he pushed himself to catch up, his features twisted in desperation, he couldn't even come close, and could only watch the gap widen.
It may seem long, but it was actually just a few seconds.
As he was about to cross the finish line, Miao Lun suddenly turned his head back, glanced at Lester, and smiled.
That set of white teeth, filled with mockery, almost made Lester explode with rage.
Miao Lun crossed the finish line, unquestionably first.
When Miao Lun finished, the other contestants were still midway, taking several more seconds to finish.
At the same time, the large screen on site also displayed everyone's results and rankings.
Miao Lun - 5.49 seconds
Lester Thompson - 9.67 seconds
Fred Colley - 9.81 seconds
Kani Simbien - 9.82 seconds
Sail Jacobs - 9.85 seconds
Oblique Seville - 9.86 seconds
Kenneth Bed - 9.88 seconds
Fred Colley - 9.91 seconds
When the results were displayed, all the spectators at the scene, including those in front of the television, were stunned.
A result of 5.49 seconds created a chasmic gap with the other competitors.
This result not only earned the gold medal in the 100-meter sprint at this Los Angeles Olympics but also broke the world record, setting it at a number that human limits could never surpass.
The other runners who reached the finish line had their hands on their knees, seeing the 5.49 number made some sit on the ground, others held their heads in disbelief.
Miao Lun's result left these athletes utterly hopeless, they simply couldn't win.
"How is this possible, you, are you even human?"
Lester's hand trembled as he pointed at Miao Lun, before the race he had mocked Miao Lun to eat his dust, but now he couldn't even catch his silhouette.
Lester was utterly devastated, he had taken drugs, his result was 9.67 seconds, already the world's second-best in 100m sprint history.
But encountering Miao Lun, he was beaten so badly, only able to watch the gold medal slip away.
"Black boy, this is the power of technology, but your drug tech is no match for my genetic tech."
Miao Lun laughed, passing by the stunned Lester, draped in the national flag, and began running victory laps.
At this moment, some onlookers realized, a 100m time of 5.49 seconds was impossible for humans, more accurately, ordinary humans.
But for a Genetic Warrior, those who had undergone genetic modification, it was different, only they could achieve this.
Thinking that Miao Lun was from Chan Country, his identity became clear.
"Genetic Warrior, that guy is a Genetic Warrior."
"Thief, you damned thief, the championship was ours, you stole it."
"How can Genetic Warriors participate in the competition, it's unfair, too unfair, give us back our gold medal."
"Report to the Olympic Committee, someone is cheating, someone is cheating! How can we play this game?"
"Protest, Genetic Warriors bullying others , you can't be in this arena."
Beautiful Country's spectators, upon understanding the truth, exploded in anger, each condemning Miao Lun, demanding their gold medal back.
"If you don't accept it, then hold it in."
Miao Lun responded with a contemptuous smile, full of provocation.
Since the Olympics didn't have rules against Genetic Warriors participating, his entry was perfectly legal.