Dong Ming had a philosophy, one that wasn't only grounded in courage but also logic and intelligence.
In a difficult situation, one shouldn't panic, panic wouldn't help the problem. So why panic.
Why panic?
Rather spend your mental energy and focus thinking, working out a solution.
Not that one couldn't be scared or anxious, nervous, that was normal, but don't let the fear or those emotions affect you more than it should.
A muscle pull, this one that gripped most of his right leg wasn't interesting enough to cause him to lose this race.
Maybe there were other serious things that could really stop one from doing things, but... This?, just a muscle pull, Dong Ming wasn't going to allow it.
His mind calmed, his sense heightened, Dong Ming prepared himself, readying himself.
In the arena Lin Ran looked at the track, Rhoda being her "bestie" had passed her the Feng long eye glasses X1000 after her, seeing the scenes in fast forward, and also using the ultra long sight feature to look at Dong Ming.
Was Dong going to lose?
But she saw him frown, certainly from the muscle pull pains, then she saw his face become normal, calm.
Lin Ran felt he had this look of confidence, but she wasn't sure.
Didn't he have a muscle pull, could he really be confident, did he have something planned, or was his muscle pull gone.
Behind her Feng Lin spoke, " It's not a lack of skill or capability, it's just a matter of external factors beyond his power, luck is not on Dong Huang high's King's side ".
Lin Ran didn't know why she replied, was it just not wanting to accept reality or that look of confidence she felt she saw.
But she did, " Don't be certain, who knows if Dong Ming can pull a turn around "
Feng Lin froze at this, then smiled wryly, but sneered in his heart, " what a blind fan, don't want to accept reality "
" It's a muscle pull not something to turn around!, and the more he uses the muscle, the worst it could get ! "
But he didn't say anything.
Li Zimei looked at this girl in front, she didn't know why the other party had such believe in Dong Ming, but she hoped the hope was right.
Those in the arena watched race.
Feng Lin and his audience together with Coach Ping and some contestants that knew Dong Ming had a muscle pull, together the others of the colosseum that didn't.
All watching the moment of the race.
" Go ! "
Dong Ming was the fast to react, he was really prepared.
He reacted so fast!
Go !, and the next thing he raised the effected right leg and raised it.
And with a wide forward stretched lung he stomped it hard to the ground.
This fast reaction stunned everyone, the " Go! " Had just been said and you had reacted, so fast!.
It was almost like the moment the " Go " was said, he moved.
It was, Dong Ming was certainly prepared.
Why stomp so hard!
At this moment, having taken the first step, the other contestants also reacted, with the best following just mini seconds after Dong Ming had reacted.
But while they were taking the first step, Dong Ming was taking second.
He was prepared.
Pain and force shot through his body from the right leg he had stomped on the ground, the effect of his actions.
But he was really prepared!
And using the impact of that pain and force, seizing it's momentum he sprung forward in another lung, akin a long jump, further landing on his left leg.
Widening the distance between him and the others!
Spectators watched in astonishment, those that didn't know about his muscle pull, wondered, why was Dong Ming pulling long jump stunts, any ways it was working.
Long cheers erupted from the arena from these fans.
Dong Ming!, Dong Ming!, Dong Ming!!
Those that knew about his muscle pull, a small minority, also wondered why Dong Ming was pulling long jump stunts.
To some of these small minority, it was working right?, wasn't Dong Ming in front of the others.
To the other few of these minority, the "more knowledgeable" ones they didn't think this action or stunt of Dong Ming was sustainable, after all he had a muscle pull, he couldn't sustain this at all, the others were surely going to accelerate, cover up and over take.
So what was he then doing?
Feng Lin, watching, : what is he doing, is he trying to amuse his fans before his body gives up.
Coach Ping, watching, : what is this kid up to?
The contestants:
Yan Ding looked: what is he trying to do?... Shaking his head, he focused more on the race and sprinted forward.
Parker looked: futile effort!... Sneering he moved on
Other contestant A : didjfkdje
Other contestant B : qsorskejqew
Other contestant C, D, E, F... : mbvoiifkkgk
Different words of " what is doing "
And truly the others were surely going to catch up.
With Yan Ding and Parker leading the pack, swiftly closing on the distance that Dong Ming had created with his quick lungs and quicker "go" reaction .
Closing on very swiftly.
But why was Dong Ming going to relinquish the advantage he had created for himself.
Swift they were, swifter he was .
Using his left leg that was very okay, quite very well, he did the same as before.
He sprung up and shot forward in a more furious lung!
Landing on his right leg.
Dong Ming widening the distance they had covered with fast acceleration with more distance.
First three moves, lunges/ long jumps.
What was Dong Ming doing!, was he turning his own race, to long jumps movements ?!
But this wasn't effective!, it wasn't sustainable!, at all!
But Dong Ming knew what he was doing, he had a plan.
He was long jumping?!, who cares!,
Whatever way you get it done.