Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 208 - 161 Breaking the Historical Record

"What are you all standing around for, don’t you have training to do?"

The coach, seeing everyone gathered around awaiting Li Ang’s challenge, also chided them.

Startled, the group scattered like birds and beasts, feigning busy appearances.

But within a few seconds, the coach changed his mind and decided to use Li Ang to motivate them; this was like killing three birds with one stone.

"Wait, co with , and ride this training route with Li Ang. This way, you’ll see just how far behind you are in your training."

The group arrived at the start line, and to add a ceremonial touch, the coach even brought a starter’s pistol.

"Bang!"

The gunshot sounded, and, not surprisingly, Li Ang was the first to burst out. From the instantaneous power output he displayed, everyone was already ntally prepared.

However, Patrice wasn’t far behind at all, his speed only second to Li Ang. It’s uncertain whether it was the sound of the gun that triggered a conditioned reflex that made him perform exceptionally well.

The initial sprint all depended on the rider’s explosive strength. In individual ti trials, explosive power is a very important aspect—being faster initially ans being faster throughout.

When Patrice completed his initial sprint and finally looked up, hoping to see if he had closed the gap with Li Ang, he found Li Ang had even further extended his lead. Moreover, judging by his speed, it seed as if Li Ang’s initial sprinting phase hadn’t even ended yet.

As for the others, there wasn’t much to say. They had thought that Li Ang was only a bit stronger than them and that any lead would only be evident midway through the race.

Shockingly, they were already being left so far behind at the very start that they were nearly out of sight.

"I know he wants to challenge the FTP target in the first hour, but wouldn’t this affect his energy distribution?"

"If it were an ordinary person, I certainly wouldn’t recomnd sprinting all out from the start because you could end up expending 100% more effort for only a 20% increase in speed. But this is Li Ang; I can’t say for sure. What if this isn’t even his full sprinting speed?"

"I definitely didn’t believe he could accomplish it initially, but now I’m beginning to doubt myself. Maybe he really can achieve one of these goals?"

...

Because the coach was also in a car, he went directly ahead following Li Ang, while several team mbers, already weaker links in the team, also started discussing Li Ang’s performance.

At this mont, Li Ang wasn’t truly sprinting at full strength. He always approached performances that could significantly break Human Limits with caution.

After all, this wasn’t inside the country; the so-called freedom was only superficial.

Even so, the eighty percent of the strength Li Ang put forth was enough to make the coach doubt the speedoter on his bike.

"78 kiloters per hour? Is this just the initial sprinting speed on flat ground?"

The coach glanced at Li Ang, who was keeping pace with his car, then at his own speedoter, and again at Li Ang.

Even if the speedoter on the vehicle was a bit exaggerated, the data on his smartwatch wouldn’t be wrong, which ant Li Ang’s speed was at least 76 kiloters per hour.

The most crucial thing was, this wasn’t just a fleeting speed. After reaching this speed, a minute and a half had passed, and Li Ang had stabilized at this pace.

Two minutes, three minutes, five minutes passed, and there was no sign of Li Ang’s speed dropping.

The coach’s wrist with the watch was trembling slightly.

"Finally, finally slowing down."

Seeing the curve ahead, the coach instinctively stepped on the brake, slowing his car’s speed as well.

But quickly, he realized that the decreasing numbers on the watch represented his own slowing speed, not Li Ang’s.

By this ti, Li Ang had already passed ahead of his car, taking the turn at an extrely tight angle of lean, at a speed at least ten kiloters per hour faster than his, clearing the bend.

"What? Who taught you to lean into turns like that? This is a bike, not a motorcycle!"

He yelled out the car window at Li Ang, unsure if he was heard.

The coach watched from behind with trepidation; if Li Ang made any mistake, and crashed, ending up in the hospital for so ti, he would really regret it.

The team captain and Patrice, who were in the second echelon, suddenly realized they had lost sight of the coach’s car’s taillights, aning the gap between them and Li Ang had beco quite substantial.

"Do you think he can make it within two hours?"

"Of course! With his pace, it’s normal for to lose to him."

...

At this mont, Li Ang had entered a state of utter focus, using his powerful [Spirit] to block out all distractions, which allowed him to concentrate all of his senses on his riding and the road conditions.

Through days of adaptation and continual awareness of the discrepancy between his speed and the ter, Li Ang could even know his own speed without looking at the ter, with an error not exceeding one kiloter per hour.

What angle to take curves at and the maximum speed for doing so—he could calculate them in an extrely short ti.

The incline required how much power output to pass with maximum efficiency—these too he was able to compute.

Even though other cyclists could know these paraters, it was difficult to achieve them because no one can completely control their body and thus perfectly manage their speed, except for Li Ang.