The referee had already called all five athletes to their marks.
At 1.92 meters, Wang Yi was the tallest athlete there.
Because of his long legs, even crouched down, he still stood taller than everyone else.
This made many people question whether his height would put him at a disadvantage in a sprint.
Wang Yi bent both legs, braced his hands on the ground, and planted his feet against the starting blocks.
Once all the athletes were ready, the referee squeezed the trigger.
"Bang—"
The starting pistol fired.
All the athletes shot forward in an instant.
With that very first step, Wang Yi surged a full stride ahead of everyone else.
The sight left the spectators dumbfounded.
"Holy crap, he's fast!"
"What?! This guy!"
That single explosive step was enough to make Park Bo-seong's heart skip a beat.
He was fucking fast.
But Park Bo-seong's strength lay in the second half. Not only was his explosive power exceptional, he also had a finishing kick the other athletes couldn't match.
So he wasn't worried.
But after just ten meters, he started to worry.
Wang Yi was already a meter ahead of him.
What did it mean to be a meter behind in a 100-meter race?
It meant that even with 90 meters left, you might never make up that one meter.
So, though Park Bo-seong was secretly alarmed, he no longer dared to save his strength for the second half. He started pushing himself early.
But after another ten meters, he was shocked to find that Wang Yi had pulled another meter ahead.
Park Bo-seong kept pushing himself.
After he did, by the 30-meter mark, Wang Yi had indeed stopped pulling farther ahead. He maintained the same two-meter lead.
But being two meters behind at 30 meters was already enough to