Daily Evolution from Mastering Tai Chi-Chapter 45: Overtaking All the Way

"Alright, you too, keep it up." Wang Ye replied.

Wang Ye noticed the other person’s doubtful expression.

He didn’t feel like engaging in any debates.

As the saying goes, actions speak louder than words—

Achieving a remarkable performance in front of everyone and winning awards to bring glory to the Longjiang District is far more effective than talking a thousand times here.

After all, he hadn’t been seriously running in Longjiang Park for a long time, so it’s normal that other amateur runners in Longjiang District are unaware of his true capabilities.

Soon enough.

The national anthem began to play for everyone.

After a brief motivational ceremony,

the starting gun suddenly went off.

BANG!!!

The entire crowd started moving, with the runners from Zone A sprinting out at a three-minute pace.

The Zone A runners included not only top domestic marathon athletes but also Black runners from abroad. Although these Black runners came from various countries around the world, they looked surprisingly similar, all with lanky builds, obscure eyes, rough skin, and eyes clouded with a desire for prize money.

Typically, the ones who win the top prize money aren’t the country’s top professional athletes, but these Blacks with extraordinary physical talent.

These Blacks who specifically go to various marathon races to win prize money are also called "Bounty Hunters." It’s said that out of six billion yuan prize money in marathon events across China each year, most of it is taken away by these "Bounty Hunters."

It’s frustrating, but there’s nothing that can be done.

Their physical talents far outmatch the locals by a considerable margin.

In the track and field events at the Olympics, it’s mostly dominated by Black athletes.

After Zone A sprinted out, the runners from Zones B, C, and D followed closely behind.

Wang Ye maintained a steady pace, neither too fast nor too slow.

He always stayed in an average position.

Many of the participating runners were running a marathon for the first time and didn’t have much idea about how to pace themselves for a half marathon.

Hence, many people sped up to a three-minute pace right from the start, without waiting for their bodies to adapt and without considering whether they would be exhausted in the later stages.

However, Wang Ye, who often ran half marathons in training, was well aware of this.

By the later stages, those who started with a sprint would be completely left behind.

Wang Ye wasn’t swayed by the rhythm of the surrounding crowd; he focused more on himself, maintaining his usual training pace and steadily running forward.

Meanwhile, those who were sprinting right from the start started to show signs of exhaustion, gradually slowing down and being overtaken by others.

Including Ye Yunyan, who greeted Wang Ye at the Zone D starting point, was overtaken completely around the one to two-kilometer section.

Initially, Ye Yunyan thought he could grit his teeth and keep up with Wang Ye’s pace.

But after a while, he clearly felt something was off.

They weren’t even at the same level, how could he keep up?

He couldn’t keep up even if he ran to the point of collapsing!

Moreover, Wang Ye’s parents also started gasping for breath around the one-kilometer mark. After all, they were in their fifties, their physical functions had significantly declined compared to their youth, and they didn’t have the habit of running regularly. It was too much for them to suddenly participate in a half marathon.

Their running speed slowed down more and more, and finally, they stopped at the 2.5-kilometer water station, cheering loudly, "Wang Ye, keep it up! Finishing is a success!"

Wang Ye nodded, took a cup from the water station, and poured 50ml of water into his mouth.

Then he resumed his normal running posture, following behind those professional runners and Big Black.

Running behind these high-level professional runners not only stabilized his own pace but also utilized their draft, reducing his burden.

In many speed sports, there’s often this concept of "drafting." The runner in front cuts through most of the wind resistance, and those following closely behind experience less drag and can conserve their energy better.

Wang Ye used this tactic to charge forward, passing the runners in Zones C and B, and reaching the middle of the Zone A runners.

At this moment, many high-level Chinese and Black runners noticed an exceptionally conspicuous runner emerging in the crowd.

This runner’s stride was full of power and speed, with thigh muscles as knotted as an Olympic sprinter, and breathing so heavy that even from a hundred meters away, his exhalation could be heard clearly.

Despite his explosive strength, his endurance was not inferior to those streamlined runners, running a continuous five kilometers without showing any signs of fatigue.

This person was Wang Ye.

After fourteen days of evolution, Wang Ye’s muscles had become so robust that they were hard to ignore.

In stark contrast to other emaciated runners, Wang Ye’s physique could even rival some lightweight bodybuilding competitors, with his back muscles, chest muscles, arm muscles, and forearm complex muscles constantly contracting during the run. His low body fat highlighted his muscles in motion, paired with his exceptionally standard running posture and strong sense of speed and impact, making for excellent viewing.

It’s like a sculpture from Ancient Greece had come to life, sweating profusely and sprinting wildly outdoors.

At this point, a Chinese runner from Zone A exchanged a look with his companion, "What’s up with that guy?"

Another person signaled with his eyes, "It’s strange, how is he running so fast?"

"He looks like he’s from Zone D, how did he catch up so quickly? Running this fast just five kilometers in, isn’t he worried about tiring out later?"

"Probably a newbie, considering he doesn’t look like an athlete who practices long-distance running regularly."

"He’ll probably run out of steam in a few more kilometers, forget about him, let’s focus on our own race."

The two shook their heads and didn’t pay further attention to Wang Ye.

At this time, Wang Ye didn’t care about the surprised looks around him.

He kept his eyes forward, breathing every three steps, his pace steady, maintaining an almost extreme level of focus.

His running posture didn’t change one bit from start to finish, like a highly precise machine cruising down the road at a constant speed.

Until he reached the ten-kilometer timing point.

By this time, many people’s impressions of Wang Ye had drastically changed.

A person with such a robust physique could maintain a three-minute pace for ten kilometers continuously.

Having such long-distance running capability definitely makes him an elite or even a professional runner who frequently practices long-distance running.