Cultivating through increasing my stats in America-Chapter 67 - Far Ahead
Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Far Ahead
Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Far Ahead
Listening to the commentator’s voice, Sheila on the president’s stand, too, had sweaty palms from nervousness.
Conversations amongst several bicycle professionals nearby only amplified her anxiety.
“This rookie cyclist really has guts, but I believe sports require such courage, otherwise how could humanity ever step by step break through its own limits?”
“Yes, a cyclist’s outfit is nothing close to a motorcyclist’s, offering hardly any protection. If they can’t control their bike and crash, it’s basically game over in the race.”
In the footage being broadcast, Li Ang’s speed had not dropped below 70 kilometers per hour and even approached a momentary top speed of nearly 80 kilometers per hour.
Li Ang had set his gear ratio to the maximum, his speed now almost faster than a regular car.
It wasn’t that his speed couldn’t increase further, but considering the bike’s performance, any faster and he wouldn’t be able to maintain stability.
At this point, he had already formed a tier by himself, leading the second tier by a distance even greater than that from the second to the last tier of the peloton.
As for whether those so-called seeded players behind him would make a move, he truly didn’t care. Once he had overtaken them, there was no way they could get ahead of him again.
Before you knew it, an hour had passed in the race, and those seeded players, once leisurely chatting, now didn’t make a peep.
In their subconscious, they had already forgotten about that Asian man who had been leading them just moments ago.
Once in competitive mode, their rivals were only those around them.
Even the commentators spoke more cautiously, as it is common to see someone surge ahead in various low-threshold major races, but to keep at it like this was unprecedented.
Those who had hoped Li Ang would soon run out of stamina and fall back to the end of the pack now found themselves wishing to see how much longer he could hold on.
Aside from a few completely clueless about cycling, no one believed Li Ang could maintain this lead until the end of the race.
Because if each cyclist is seen as an individual, on the same route, a solo rider faces significantly more air resistance than one within a formation.
It’s like everyone is running a marathon. While others are lightly equipped, you’re running with sandbags tied to your feet. Unless your raw strength is far superior to others, even if you lead at first, you’ll inevitably fall behind later on.
At this moment, Li Ang had reached the first supply point of the race.
The supply points are generally set up at a distance of over fifty kilometers from the start and at least twenty kilometers from the finish line, signaling that Li Ang’s average speed in the first half was a formidable 50 kilometers per hour.
That number might not mean much to the average person, but just so you know, in the pinnacle of cycling competitions, the Tour de France, only the top cyclists manage to push average speeds of barely 50 kilometers per hour in segments exceeding 150 kilometers.
Of course, Li Ang’s strength, at this point, might still fall short of the world’s top tier.
After all, the total distance they race is 3500 kilometers with certain wear and tear on their condition every day, and they achieve this average speed over race segments of a hundred kilometers or more.
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But his performance was enough to look down upon everyone present.
Only after seeing these statistics did people realize that Li Ang was far from green, but instead his raw strength was leagues ahead of the other cyclists, and he didn’t need to stick with the pack at all.
At the supply point, Li Ang first drank a paper cup of sports drink. In this weather, the temperature of the drink had become pleasantly warm, and he finished it in one gulp without any burden.
Then he proudly ate two bananas and two energy gels, followed by another cup of sports drink, swiftly swallowing it all.
This spectacle dumbfounded several staff members present.
They had seen such eating before, usually at marathons with participants not aiming for high scores, treating supply points like a buffet, which they could understand.
But now, Li Ang, currently in first place, had them worried whether eating so much at once might affect his athletic state.
And usually, professional athletes wouldn’t stop to eat leisurely then continue; don’t others grab their supplies in a flash and eat while cycling?
But when they looked up and saw Li Ang not only pulling away but even accelerating, they felt their worries might have been unnecessary.
In fact, this amount of food was nothing compared to Li Ang’s current diet, having already been controlled.
“I’m saying, that Asian guy must have dropped out of the race, right?” someone in the group of seeded players sheepishly asked.
The others fell silent, as initially, they had all harbored such suspicions, but now, no one dared to assert such a claim.
No sooner had they spoken than they saw empty paper cups and banana peels on the ground at the supply point.
Only then did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The staff were somewhat unprofessional, eating supplies on the sly was one thing, but discarding trash on the ground was another.
In the stretch of road before the supply point, they had not seen any trash, which meant that the Asian who had been leading had either not picked up any supplies or had already quit the race.
The likelihood of not taking any supplies was practically nil, as the supply points in this race were quite sparse, with only two in total, missing this one meant another fifty kilometers without support.
With that in mind, what was ahead would be a contest amongst themselves.
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Li Ang looked at his meter, he had just reached a hundred kilometers, with fifty kilometers still to go to the finish.
His average speed now was an astonishing 48 kilometers per hour.
The middle section’s inclines and bends had added some difficulty, and his speed had decreased accordingly.
At this point, even though the road ahead and behind him was utterly open, he could not see another soul, with only the race broadcasting team and backup staff following him in their vehicle.
Whether it was the previous race or regular practice, he had never before ridden such a long distance at once.
However, the Grandmaster Level [Cycling] skills had bestowed him with ample experience, so that he still retained over 40% of his energy.
The empty roads and the rapid rush provided him with an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.
Three hours into the race, Li Ang had now entered the final ten kilometers of the course, and this part of the route had already led him into the urban area.
