Chapter 55 Riding Far Ahead Alone, the Foreigners Are Overawed!

Wang Xiaoming's pursuit did not stop!
Up next was the competitor from South Korea!
"Wang Xiaoming! Wang Xiaoming is now shoulder-to-shoulder with the South Korean competitor! Can he overtake him? Can he overtake him?!"
Currently, the top three positions were held by the competitors from Australia, South Korea, and France!
There were 120 meters left in the race, but Wang Xiaoming was now the fastest among them all.
The giant screen displayed that Wang Xiaoming's speed had astonishingly reached 1.9 meters per second!
Meanwhile, the fastest competitor ahead, the one from Australia, was moving at a mere 1.8 meters per second!
Therefore, overtaking the frontrunners was simply a matter of time!
"He's overtaken him!"
"Wang Xiaoming has overtaken another one!"
Third place! Wang Xiaoming was in third place now!
"Incredible! Wang Xiaoming has staged an instantaneous counter-attack, rising from eighth place to third, and his speed is still increasing, still increasing!"
"Can he create yet another miracle?!"
At this moment, Wang Xiaoming was lagging behind the second-place competitor by less than a body length.
Feeling the violent splashing caused by Wang Xiaoming right beside them, the surrounding athletes all knew that Wang Xiaoming was now close by.
Consequently, they pushed themselves even harder!
"Five meters, two meters, one meter!"
"Wang Xiaoming is about to catch up to the French competitor! Goodness me, the gap is down to just a finger's length!"
The CCTV commentator roared at the top of his lungs.
How exhilarating!
How thrilling!
Who could have imagined that Wang Xiaoming could launch a direct counter-attack from last place all the way to second?
It seemed he was truly about to forge a legend!
"Go for it, Brother Ming!"
"Charge, Brother Ming!"
"There's only one left, push, push, push!"
"Gold medal, take the gold medal!"
Inside the swimming arena, Chinese athletes and spectators alike kept their eyes glued to the giant screen.
Only the final fifty meters remained.
Everyone held their breath.
Just one step away, and China was about to secure yet another gold medal!
By this point, Wang Xiaoming had already surpassed the French competitor in second place.
As for the Australian competitor in first place, he increasingly sensed a massive wave surging up from behind him!
It was an inexplicable sense of oppression!
So intense that it gave him a deep feeling of suffocation.
Just as this sensation washed over him,
mere two seconds later, when he turned his head to breathe, he caught a glimpse of a dark shadow right beside him!
"How is this possible? So fast?!"
He clearly remembered that for the first hundred-plus meters, there had been no one by his side.

Raw dominance!
Starting from a full head behind the leader, Wang Xiaoming was now running neck-and-neck with him!
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" The Australian competitor erupted with a burst of explosive power!
Little did he know that his full strength in front of Wang Xiaoming was practically like that of a toddler!
[Turbocharged Duck!]
Ahead of Wang Xiaoming, there were no more opponents.
There was only the struggling Australian competitor beside him.
However, right ahead lay the final fifty-meter turn.
"Pardon me, my friend, I'll be taking my leave!" Wang Xiaoming thought to himself.
Immediately afterward, he executed a fierce turn!
Feeling the surging power of the skill within his body,
his swimming strokes grew faster and faster, and the strength in his legs multiplied!
The frantic thrashing of his legs made onlookers feel as though they were watching a crazed, high-speed electric fan!
At this very moment, Wang Xiaoming's acceleration instantly peaked!
Witnessing this final turn, everyone at the venue clenched their fists and held their breath.
The entire 200-meter race had reached its crucial climax.
Victory or defeat hinged entirely on this single moment!
On the giant screen, the acceleration data for the top three competitors was displayed:
2.15 meters per second, 1.8 meters per second, 1.79 meters per second.
Wang Xiaoming's speed at this moment had actually exceeded 2 meters per second!
What kind of explosive force was this?!
"He's overtaken him! Goodness, he's overtaken him!"
"Wang Xiaoming has surpassed the Australian competitor! He is in first place now!"
The CCTV commentator howled.
"Too insane! Absolutely insane! Wang Xiaoming has created a miracle!"
"He has completed a comeback from eighth to first!"
"Snap!" In what felt like the blink of an eye,
Wang Xiaoming raised his hand and touched the wall, crossing the 200-meter finish line!
"Touch! Champion!"
"We are the champions!"
"Wang Xiaoming has created a miracle! He has created a miracle!"
"He defeated Australia, he defeated France!"
"He has won yet another gold medal for our Chinese Team!"
"How magical! How truly magical!"
After roaring out his lungs in one continuous breath, the CCTV commentator slumped back into his stool, panting heavily.
"Let us congratulate Wang Xiaoming on a gold medal of supreme value!"
"How many years has it been since we last won the men's 200-meter butterfly gold medal?!"
Fu Yuanhui was also clapping her hands enthusiastically without stopping.
The entire competition venue erupted the exact moment the final results appeared on the board!

"We won! First place!"
"Another gold medal! Yet another gold medal!"
Coach Wang Mu nearby leaped straight into the air.
Pan Zhanle, Zhang Zhanshuo, and the others locked themselves in a tight group hug!
How thrilling! How soul-stirring!
This was what a miracle looked like!
This was what it meant to show the entire world a comeback from eighth to first!
Rising from last to first!
Completing a stunning, earth-shattering reversal!
"I'm crying, I'm actually crying!"
"We are champions once again! This feels amazing!"
"Wang Xiaoming is a god, literally a god!"
"What do you call badass? This is the definition of badass!"
Countless Chinese viewers would deeply remember the events of this day for the rest of their lives.
Because this was the most unforgettable experience of their entire existence.
Meanwhile, Wang Xiaoming effortlessly climbed out of the swimming pool,
and waved his hand toward the crowd.
Through this race, he had thoroughly comprehended the terrifying nature of his skill.
An easy victory!
It was simply too EZ!
As for the competitors from other countries, they lay inside the pool in sheer disbelief,
gazing up at the time displayed on the giant screen, lost in deep thought.
Was this Wang Xiaoming's true strength?
Terrifying beyond measure...
Not only was this athlete insanely good at freestyle, but he was also this formidable at butterfly?
Could it be that he intended to sweep all the swimming gold medals?
Initially, they had all believed that Pan Zhanle was China's strongest athlete.
Yet looking at it now, they had all been dead wrong!
"You're too awesome, Brother Ming!"
Pan Zhanle, Zhang Zhanshuo, and the others sprinted toward Wang Xiaoming and embraced him fiercely!
At the same time, the Australian competitor walked slowly over to Wang Xiaoming,
and then bowed his most precious waist in deep respect.
"Ming, you are simply too strong. Please accept my utmost respect!"
Wang Xiaoming's sheer might had thoroughly conquered the competitors from other nations present!
To the eyes of the Chinese audience, this scene appeared even more astonishing!
In stark contrast, the competitor from the United States was busy wiping himself down in solitude, staring at the results with a face full of bitter reluctance,
his eyes fixed on Wang Xiaoming, brimming with sheer resentment and jealousy!