Kapitel 16: Chapter 16: Easy Mastery
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"Unbelievable! Li Ang is actually still accelerating, did he drink gasoline this morning? Believe me, it must be 93 octane."
Even the current commentators were somewhat unsettled and even started making jokes.
The group that was just having a heated discussion had now fallen silent.
Someone whispered:
"Could he have taken banned drugs?"
"Fuck off, who would take stimulants in such a minor race? And what the hell do you think stimulants are? Super Soldier Serum? It can only amplify your strength to a certain extent, not turn you into Superman, got it, dumbass?"
This middle-aged man, hairy and burly, with a high frequency of curse words, used to be a leading figure in the amateur cycling circle, and he knew very well how serious the accusation of using banned drugs was for an athlete.
And his words were agreed upon by most people.
The one who was cursed only dared to quietly move his feet, retreating to the back of the crowd.
Seth, seeing this situation, also became a bit anxious.
He commanded his team to pick up the pace.
But clearly, because of taking turns at windbreaking, their stamina wasn't as abundant as Eric's team.
A brief increase in speed was not a long-term solution.
If Arthur had a few more years, with accumulated racing experience, he might have stopped Seth's orders right now.
Or if he was strong enough, he also could drag his entire team forward like Li Ang.
But unfortunately, he could do neither.
An hour passed, and the finish line was getting closer and closer.
Because they had exhausted too much energy midway, Seth's team even risked falling to third place.
Eric's team at the forefront had become out of sight.
At this stage, all the teams no longer conserved energy, and they all began to sprint.
The team's main windbreaker, due to excessive energy consumption in the front, was now slowly starting to leave the team and give up the race.
"The distance behind, you'll have to rely on yourselves."
Li Ang turned his head and said to the three people behind him.
"Yeah, don't worry about it, the championship is definitely ours."
Eric couldn't help feeling a bit excited, he had never thought he would be this close to victory.
And Li Ang, he had never thought he would persist for an hour at the front of the team, windbreaking, and now his exhaustion was only to be expected.
However, Li Ang's sacrifice allowed them to still have very good energy levels; without him, they couldn't have ridden at this pace until now.
"Full force fucking sprint!"
Eric roared, bent down, and started to give it his all.
When he looked up again, Li Ang, who had been leading in front, had disappeared.
"It's close, only the last kilometer to the finish line."
He could faintly see the finish line ahead, encouraging himself in his heart.
Suddenly, he seemed to hear cheering from the crowd ahead.
Someone reached the finish? How could that be?
As his mind was in turmoil, another figure surpassed him.
It was Arthur, dressed in a professional cycling outfit.
His heart grew more impatient, and his body started to operate beyond its capacity.
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Li Ang nearly handed the championship right to their mouths, and if they were overtaken by someone else in the end, that would be too unfair to his contribution.
Eric continued to ride forward desperately, striving not to let Arthur pull away in distance.
But in the end, he was just a little bit short and arrived at the finish behind Arthur.
He lifted his head and saw a figure with yellow skin, who had already been waiting before the finish line.
"So that's what he meant when he said it's up to you guys to cover the distance behind?"
Who the hell would have thought that Li Ang could both be a windbreaker and a sprinter?
Li Ang behind the finish line was chugging electrolyte drinks, and at this point, his energy was indeed greatly depleted.
In that final sprint, he also pushed his body to the limit, wanting to see just how fast his speed could be.
The result wasn't too bad; the speedometer showed that his top speed reached 74 kilometers per hour.
You know, in the Tour de France, the top flat-road sprint speed is about 82 kilometers per hour, enough to see that his ability has gradually approached its peak.
As the dust settled on the race, Eric's team secured the championship with an undisputed performance.
Surprisingly, Seth's team, losing by a margin of thirteen seconds, beat the second place and got only the third place.
Even at the finish, there were two black girls who came over, wanting to cozy up to Li Ang.
After showing a polite smile, Li Ang immediately made himself scarce.
The flavor is strong, no need to say more.
Arthur even sincerely came over to shake hands and greet Li Ang, expressing his admiration without minding Seth's sour face.
Seth was quite angry now, but the fact was that their team's hard power simply couldn't match that of Eric's team.
Moreover, it was also because of his wrong decision-making during the race that they not only failed to get the second place.
But with his personality, he naturally wouldn't blame himself.
Blame Arthur for not being strong enough? He dared only to think about it, not to offend him to his face.
The easiest target to pin the blame on was Barber then.
He and that Asian were clearly in the same school; how could he not know about his strength?
It was his words that had made him underestimate the enemy too much.
"Dammit! Barber, I'll make you pay for deceiving me."
Seth spat out the words bitterly and left the team.
Meanwhile, Li Ang was being tossed in the air by his three teammates.
Not only were they emotional, but Li Ang himself had never experienced the feeling of becoming a champion.
The last time he had a similar feeling was when he scored first in the math class in junior high, and the teacher announced the results.
The feeling was so delightful that it made his face ache from smiling so much.
No wonder fame and fortune have always been goals pursued by people.
At the award ceremony, Li Ang was unanimously pushed to the center, taking the C position among the group.
Originally, Sheila was scheduled to award the third place, but she went straight to the award ceremony host and requested to be switched to presenting the award to the champion.
Faced with the inquiring gaze from the award ceremony host, the dignitary in the very center of the main stand just shook his head helplessly and agreed to the request.
"Now, let's welcome Miss Sheila to present the award to our champion!"
Different from others, Sheila's introduction did not include titles such as director or chairman of the association.
But the less there was of that, the more it intrigued people, and nobody would believe that an ordinary person would have the privilege to present the award to the champion.
Sheila, with her elegant steps, hung medals around everyone's necks and then considerately handed the certificate and a large acrylic check to Li Ang.
In passing, she also discreetly scratched his chest with her pinky finger and gave him a sweet smile.
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