24. A javelin that cannot be thrown into the audience is not a good javelin
The 200-meter dash is almost a re-enactment of the 100-meter dash, but in the end the surviving players were alert and shot each corpse before they walked to the finish line safely.
When Mu Su was bored, he wanted to send a message to harass Lord Grim, but found that there was an unread message on the Valve platform, which was sent by Adam.
The memory was brought back to half a month ago in an instant. At that time, it seemed that I forgot to watch it because of the lemure type Kallen...
There are very few words in it, only one: Help!
After half a month, Musu finally responded to Adam's message for help.
"I will rescue you wherever you are."
Back to the game, Musu was bored watching the classic replay of the 200-meter dash, and he didn't remember who the champion was.
"Hello……"
Wen Xiang, who was across a transparent bridge from Mu Su, suddenly poked Mu Su with his finger.
"Can you tell me the truth...how old are you?"
Curiosity killed Wen Xiang, and her curiosity about Mu Su became increasingly serious.
Mu Su's face turned red and he said coyly: "A man's age is a secret, I won't tell you."
Wen Xiang grinned in disgust, thought for a moment and then asked: "Then how did you live for so long?"
"If you eat Tang Monk's meat, you can be like me."
"???"
Mu Su raised his head slightly, his tone full of nostalgia: "That was really a wonderful situation...Sun Wukong chased me to the sky and into the earth..."
The topic ended unprompted, and everyone who heard the conversation was thoughtful.
Time passed by, and the 34 competitions were proceeding at a slow pace. In the blink of an eye, the first and second days of competition in the game were over. The third day came, and it was time for Mu Su to take the stage again. Today there are two of his entries.
:Javelin and diving.
It's still an open-air venue, but the venue is moved from the edge to the center.
The number of people in the auditorium has not decreased. Audiences are leaving and replenishing at all times.
Nine athletes are already in the competition area, waiting for the last player to appear.
Not long after, a figure entered the room. The players and staff looked over and saw that figure getting bigger and bigger as they walked in...
All the contestants were suffocated for a moment, and stared blankly at the bald man with a height of nearly three meters and bulging muscles approaching the side.
"Who are you?" the player magician asked in confusion.
"I am Mu Su." The bald man said, and it was indeed Mu Su's voice that came from him.
"But why are you... so big?" Another player said with difficulty.
The bald man's expression was stiff, but his tone was as usual: "Don't you understand the principle of bigness near and smallness far away? Because I am closer to you now, so from a visual perspective, I may be a little bit bigger than a normal person."
All the players looked at each other, and their personalities were similar to Mu Su's...
The official live broadcast page started a series of discussions on whether this person was Mu Su, and the two people in the live broadcast room also started betting on who this person was.
"Referee!" Player Fairy Tale raised his hand.
"Referee!" The strong man who called himself Mu Su also raised his hand.
In view of Musu's high reputation and conspicuousness, the referee first responded to Musu's call.
The bald man lowered his arms, and Mu Su said in a serious tone: "I have been working out in the past two days, and it turned out like this without paying attention."
"He's lying, he's not Mu Su at all!" Fairy Tale novel pointed at Mu Su and shouted loudly. "There's not even a name above his head, he's not a player at all!"
He accidentally let it slip that the NPC could not see the name above the player's head, but the truth was right. The bald man was transparent and had no floating name.
"Tsk..." The bald man said with a tone that he knew he would be like this. The storage ring flashed with light, and a headdress with the word "Mu Su" written on it appeared in his palm.
He put the headband on his head, and a wire held up the name above it. The strong man shook his head, and the name also dangled.
"Is it okay this time?"
"This is obviously..." The fairy tale was about to defend itself when a mace studded with nails suddenly appeared in the hand of the bald man.
"...It's Mu Su himself. I really don't know what you think. Sir referee, I think this person is Mu Su."
The players remained silent, as if by default.
None of the players protested, and the referee team, which did not care about anything, naturally did not interfere and announced the official start of the game on the spot.
"Please wait a moment."
Light... Musu suddenly raised his arm and shouted righteously: "I think as a competitive sport, a certain degree of fairness needs to be guaranteed. Attacking other players and tampering with the javelin is against the Olympic spirit. I implore the referee
The group strictly prohibits this practice!”
After the words fell, several players looked ugly.
They had previously acquiesced in the idea of killing Mu Su and other players from the beginning, but Mu Su's protest almost blocked their path to victory.
The audience is also muttering, so shameless, no matter how you look, you look like Mu Su...
The referee team muttered a few words to each other, and an old goblin with a white beard replied: "I agree. Attacking other players during the competition is strictly prohibited."
When the game resumed, the first player showed warm colors. He was one of the players with ugly faces. He glared at Mu Su in displeasure, picked up the javelin, and threw it in a run-up.
78.43 meters, a very good result, almost the data of professional athletes.
Not everyone breaks the rules like Mu Su at the beginning. Before the rematch, most players rose to the top by virtue of their own strength, and it was only later that they became bad...
After a few rounds, the magician appeared. He was holding a javelin in his hand, and the muscles in his right arm suddenly swelled to two or three times the size of an ordinary person. They were red in color and had hideous veins exposed.
He took a few steps and ran out of the javelin with a loud shout.
With a sharp sound breaking through the air, the dust around him dispersed, and the javelin shot out like lightning, drawing an exaggerated arc in mid-air before falling outside the competition area and smashing into the track.
The staff trotted over to measure, and the data appeared after a moment. 167.18 meters, a new record!
"Gene Lock Level 2!" Mu Su frowned, this is a strong opponent...
The magician exhaled a few breaths, expanded his right arm, and returned to normal a little bit. He turned back and explained to the stunned players: "This happens when my muscles become congested. Don't be surprised."
I believed your evil...
The players and the audience secretly thought that they had no choice but to do anything.
The remaining contestants came on stage one after another, and no one broke the magician's record. It was Mu Su's turn. He took the javelin handed by the staff, weighed it a few times and said: "It's too light, old man Dragon King, what else do you have here?"
Heavier baby?”
Of course, the javelins were not uniformly made. Mu Su stopped insisting, took a deep breath, and stepped hard. Cracks appeared on the ground while the people around him were shocked, and he was thrown forward by the terrifying wind!
There was a sudden thunder, and a cloud emerged from the tip of the spear. Instead of a curve, it shot out almost straight!
Almost at the moment of taking action, a loud noise was heard from the auditorium hundreds of meters away, and a burst of ghostly cries and wolf howls spread.
During the explanation, the two people exclaimed.
"303 meters! Mu Su broke the record and won his second individual gold medal in the Olympic Games!"