Wang Ye, approximately five hundred meters from the finish line.
He glanced back at Big Black, who was desperately chasing him.
Even the closest Black had been left two to three hundred meters behind by him.
The rhythm of those Black competitors had been completely disrupted by Wang Ye. Anxious and distressed, their stride frequency and breathing rhythm became increasingly chaotic, their pace clearly slowed, and they were gradually overtaken by those domestic competitors behind them.
This led to almost seven of the top ten being domestic top competitors.
And Wang Ye had now become the undisputed first.
He had become the foremost runner in this field of tens of thousands.
He ran alone on the empty track.
Watching the finish line get closer and closer.
At this moment.
The atmosphere among countless spectators on-site, as well as the live stream viewers, including the staff present, heated up.
"Go for it, man!"
"Don't lose heart, keep pushing!"
