Daily Evolution from Mastering Tai Chi-Chapter 167: Utter Domination
What does a speed of 70 mph mean?
If you stick your hand out of the car window at 70 mph, you’ll feel a rather strong resistance as the wind rushes past, continuously battering your palm, bending your wrist backward, effortlessly conveying the terror of speed.
Most civilian electric vehicles and shared electric bikes, even at full throttle, can only manage around 30 mph at most.
At this moment, Wang Ye maintains a cruising speed of 70 mph, constantly overtaking the riders ahead, despite already having lapped them.
Those riders pedaling at 30 mph.
Appear turtle-speed slow in stark contrast.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The exhausted riders can only watch in despair as Wang Ye, riding his bike, tears through the air with terrifying whooshing sounds, weaving through countless mountain bikes, leaving them all behind effortlessly.
"Damn... how did he lap us?!"
"We’ve barely finished the first lap, and he’s already 50% into his second?!"
"Is he sprinting at 70 mph the entire way? What kind of eight-cylinder engine thighs does he have?" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮
"This is like a humanoid monster..."
The amateur contestants in the back were like this.
The elite cyclists ranked second and third were even more astonished.
Their level wasn’t low by any means, capable of easily leaving most novice riders behind.
To put it simply, they’re the ones lapping others, never the ones getting lapped.
Even competing against top professional athletes, they could barely hold on for a few kilometers without losing, thanks to their own sprinting speed limit.
Yet now.
Only a little over ten minutes had passed since the start,
and Wang Ye was already a whole lap ahead of them!
A five-kilometer lead.
This nearly despair-inducing dominant strength can only be acutely felt by athletes like them, nearing their limits.
As the race continued.
Wang Ye’s cruising speed remained around 70 mph, occasionally dropping 3-5 mph when encountering slopes steeper than 20 degrees. His heart rate displayed on his wristwatch consistently stayed around 130 beats per minute. His breathing showed no signs of urgency, no sweat exuded from his body. He appeared leisurely and carefree.
Because at this speed, the cruise hardly taxed his stamina, the rate of consumption far lower than recovery, so he felt no fatigue.
Much like average folks taking a leisurely stroll after a meal, regardless of whether it’s one hour or two hours, never feeling any distinct fatigue or rapid heart rate.
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Wang Ye soon completed his second lap, returned to the starting point, and continued towards the third.
The race staff by the roadside were already somewhat numb.
Naught but sprinting, even taking corners he damn well sprinted.
Had they not checked the vehicle pre-race, they’d have thought Wang Ye’s bike had an eight-cylinder engine installed.
This speed and maneuverability is at an inhuman level, the cornering sprint almost like motorcycle racing, exuding an immensely terrifying power.
Upon reaching about the last three kilometers of the track, Wang Ye glanced at his odometer, then continued to accelerate his pedaling power, boosting his cruising average speed to nearly 100 mph, intending to swiftly conclude the race.
Swish!!!!!!
Wang Ye and his mountain bike tore through the air rapidly.
Blade-like airflow grazed his cheeks.
All he could hear was the chaotic sound of air rushing past his ears.
Nearing a 100 mph speed, and the rapidly rolling tires, stirred the passing vegetation and weeds into intense motion, refusing to settle.
The race staff on both sides, witnessing this scene, were thoroughly dumbstruck.
This guy managed to cruise 12 kilometers at 70 mph, and could still further accelerate to sprint?
Moreover, he seemed entirely unfatigued.
By now, had it been a motorcycle, its tank would nearly be depleted...
As mountain bike cross-country race staff and volunteers, they naturally had some understanding of the cycling field. Yet the deeper their understanding, the more they realized the terrifying degree of this speed and endurance. Some of them also gradually recognized that in today’s world, no second rider could match Wang Ye’s cycling prowess.
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Soon.
Wang Ye effortlessly surpassed several low-level riders still struggling in the first lap, reaching the finish line area.
The host immediately exclaimed into the microphone: "Let’s congratulate this cyclist for clinching the elite group’s championship in the mountain cross-country race! Total time was 20 minutes and 12 seconds! Breaking the event’s all-time record!"
Seeing Wang Ye cross the finish line not far ahead.
The few last-position riders instantly wore bitter expressions.
They never imagined that just participating in a competition, they’d be lapped twice...
What an utter disgrace...
To know, this track has merely three laps in total, each lap five kilometers, total length approximately fifteen kilometers.
An average-level rider needs at least forty minutes to complete this 15-kilometer mountain track.
Whereas Wang Ye clocked 20 minutes and 12 seconds to cross the finish line,
leading others by nearly twenty minutes.
This implies Wang Ye’s average speed was almost two to three times faster than the rest!
Absolutely complete domination.
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Roughly thirty minutes passed.
Only then did the other riders gradually cross the finish line.
Among them, the runner-up in pure white cycling gear originally felt smug for his second-place position, continuously shooting his award video vlog with a sports camera he carried.
But once he learned that the first-place time was 20 minutes and 12 seconds, while his was 36 minutes and 45 seconds, visible discouragement clouded his expression, he grew muted, morose.
Post-race, came the award ceremony.
Wang Ye stood on the podium, accepting the staff’s handed medal, trophy, and foam board check.
The second and third place winners on either side of him showed no joy on their faces,
their eyes filled with dismay.
To know, they were formerly capable of claiming positions in provincial competitions, professional athletes. Unexpectedly, in such a small city contest, they were overtaken by an unknown rider...
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