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Chapter 516 24. A javelin that cannot be thrown into the audience is not a good javelin

The 200-meter sprint is almost a re-enactment of the 100-meter sprint, but in the end the surviving players became alert and took a shot at each corpse before safely walking to the finish line.

Bored and idle, Musu wanted to send messages to harass Jun Moxiao, 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, it seemed that he forgot to watch it because of the evil-type Karen...

There are very few words in it, only one: help!

After half a month, Musu finally responded to Adam's distress message.

"Where are you, I'll save you."

Back in the game, Mu Su was bored watching the classic replay of the 200-meter sprint, but he didn't remember who the champion was.

"Hey……"

Wen Xiang, who was separated from Mu Su by a transparent bridge, suddenly poked Mu Su with his finger.

"Can you tell me the truth...how old are you?"

Curiosity killed Wenxiang, and her curiosity towards Musu became more and more serious.

Musu blushed slightly, and said coyly, "A man's age is a secret, so I won't tell you."

Wen Xiang grinned in disgust, thought for a while and then asked, "Then how did you live so long?"

"If you eat Tang's monk meat, you can be like me."

"???"

Musu raised his head slightly, and his tone was full of nostalgia: "It was really a wonderful situation... Monkey King chased me to the sky and into the earth..."

The topic was not over, but everyone who heard the conversation was thoughtful.

The time passed by every minute and every second, and the 34 competitions were proceeding at a slow pace.In the blink of an eye, the game ended on the first day and the second day in the game, and the third day came, and it was time for Musu to take the stage again.Today he has two entries: javelin throw and diving.

It is still the open-air venue, but the venue is transferred from the edge track to the center.

The number of audience seats remains unchanged, with audiences leaving and replenishing at all times.

Nine athletes are already in the competition area, waiting for the last player to show up.

After a while, a figure entered the arena.The contestants and staff looked around, and saw that figure getting bigger and bigger as it got closer...

The contestants choked for a while, and stared blankly at this bald, muscular, nearly three-meter-long man coming to the side.

"Who are you?" The player magician asked in a daze.

"I'm Musu." The bald man spoke, and it was indeed Musu's voice.

"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 that the distance is small? Because I am closer to you now, visually speaking, I may be a little bigger than normal people."

The contestants looked at each other in blank dismay, their personalities also resembled Musu's...

The live broadcast page of the official website launched a series of discussions on whether this person was Musu, and the two in the live broadcast room began to bet on who this person was.

"Referee!" Player Fairy Tale Novel raised his hand.

"Referee!" The strong man who called himself Musu also raised his hand.

In view of Musu's high popularity 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've been exercising for the past two days, and I didn't pay attention, and it became like this."

"He's lying, he's not Musu at all!" Fairy Tale Novels pointed at Musu and shouted. "I don't even have a name on the top of my head, so I'm not a player at all!"

He accidentally said that the NPC can't see the name above the player's head, but the reason is right.There was no name floating above the bald man's head.

"Tsk..." The bald-headed man had a tone that he had known earlier, the storage ring flashed, and a headdress with the word Musu appeared in his palm.

He wears a tiara on his head, with a wire on top of his name.The strong man shook his head, and his name followed suit.

"Is it okay this time?"

"This is clearly..." Fairy Tale Novel was about to defend himself when a mace studded with nails suddenly appeared in the hand of the bald man.

"...It's Musu himself. I really don't know what you think. Judge, I think this person is Musu."

The players remained silent, as if by default.

The contestants didn't protest, and the referee team, who didn't care about anything, naturally wouldn't intervene, announcing the official start of the game on the spot.

"Please wait."

Light... Musu suddenly raised his arm and shouted righteously: "I think that as a competitive sport, a certain degree of fairness needs to be guaranteed. Attacking other competitors and tampering with the javelin are against the Olympic spirit. I implore the referee This practice is strictly prohibited by the group!"

After the voice fell, several players looked ugly.

They kept acquiescing before because they had the idea of ​​killing Mu Su and other players after the start. Mu Su's protest almost blocked their way to victory.

The audience is also muttering, so shameless, no matter how you look at it, it looks like Musu...

The referee team whispered to each other, and an old man with a white beard replied: "I agree, it is strictly forbidden to attack other players during the game."

The game resumes, starting with the player warm tone.He is one of the players with an ugly face.Unhappily glaring at Musu, he picked up the javelin and threw it at a run-up.

78.43 meters, a very good result, almost the data of professional athletes.

Not everyone broke the rules like Mu Su did at the beginning.Before the semi-finals, most of the players relied on their own strength to rise to the top, and it was only later that they went bad...

After a few rounds, the magician appeared on the stage, holding a javelin in his hand, his right arm muscles suddenly swelled to two or three times the size of a normal person, the color was red, and the blue veins were exposed.

He ran up a few steps, and ran out of the javelin with a loud shout.

There was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and the dust around him scattered, and the javelin shot out like lightning, drawing an exaggerated arc in midair, and fell outside the competition area, smashing into the track.

The staff trotted over to measure, and the data appeared after a while. 167.18 meters, a new record!

"The second level of gene lock!" Mu Su frowned, this is a strong opponent...

The magician exhaled a few breaths, inflated his right arm and returned to normal little by little.He turned around and explained to the stunned contestants: "It's like this when my muscles are congested. Don't be surprised."

Believe in your evil...

The contestants and spectators thought to themselves, but there was nothing they could do.

The rest of the players came on stage one after another, and no one broke the magician's record.When it was Musu's turn, he took the javelin from the staff, weighed it a few times and said, "It's too light, old man Dragon King, do you have any heavier treasures here?"

Javelin uniform production certainly did not.Musu no longer insisted, took a deep breath, stepped heavily on the ground, and the people around him were astonished by the cracks on the ground, and they rushed forward and threw them with the terrifying wind!

There was a sudden clap of thunder, and a cloud emerged from the tip of the gun, instead of an arc, it shot out almost straight!

Almost at the moment of the shot, there was a loud noise from the auditorium hundreds of meters away, and a burst of howling ghosts and wolves spread.

In the commentary room, the two exclaimed.

"303 meters! Musu broke the record and won his second Olympic gold medal at the same time!"

"Let's congratulate Musu!"

(End of this chapter)