"Link, keep it up!!"
The Huaxia athletes in the stands shouted loudly.
Link buried his head in the run, with less than 200 meters remaining in the race. The tape at the finish line had already been raised; he knew if he simply kept going, he might at best secure a bronze medal. But if he fought with all he had, there was still a chance for gold.
He took a deep breath, and a bloody taste surged through his throat.
During the breath transition, his steps shifted from the first lane to the second lane. Ahead, Queroi was preparing to change lanes for his sprint, but Link swept past him like a gust of wind.
Bekele, leading the pack, had already launched his sprint, pulling ahead of Link by more than two meters and with less than 100 meters to the finish line.
"Link, keep going!!"
The Huaxia fans at the sidelines nearly leapt into the air, shouting at the top of their lungs.
