"Go for it!"
The shouts on the track field were thunderous, naturally cheering for Lin Tian and Zhao Weitao, both running lap after lap on the track, each carrying sixty pounds.
"Lin Tian, admit defeat. I've run marathons before; your stamina and endurance are far inferior to mine." Zhao Weitao glanced at Lin Tian, who was almost neck and neck with him, maintaining his confident gaze.
"This boring contest should be over." Lin Tian was too lazy to engage in a war of words with him. Without even looking at him, he accelerated his pace, and under everyone's gaze, began to pull away from Zhao Weitao, widening the distance.
"Damn, Lin Tian is accelerating!"
"Does he even understand the technique of running with weights? What a damn fool."
"That's right, accelerating like this is just wasting stamina. Keeping a steady pace and preserving energy is the key to winning."
