Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 328 - 206 Tour de France (3) Is He Really a Genius?2

At the very front of the team, there was only Li Ang who could rely on fixed supply points, which would delay his ti. The water and energy gels he picked up also added to his weight, making his task even more difficult — that’s why his lead was incomprehensible to everyone.

In the director’s cara, Li Ang would stop at almost every supply point, taking plenty of water and food, seemingly unconcerned about the ti wasted or the increased weight.

Yet even with such actions, he remained far ahead of the main group, which could only be explained by his trendous strength.

"We can see that competitor Li Ang seems not to care at all whether the large group behind him will catch up. He has wasted quite so ti at the supply points. Could this be a new strategy to recover his physical strength?"

The comntator clearly didn’t understand his actions either.

"No, why has Li Ang stopped?"

Little Eric’s voice was full of excitent. With just over ten kiloters to the finish, Li Ang suddenly began to slow down onscreen and then even ca to a complete stop.

"He isn’t going to the toilet, is he?"

A friend said uncertaintily.

However, he had guessed right, Li Ang indeed went to the roadside temporary toilet and made good use of it.

"This..."

Even the comntators, each showing a helpless expression, said, "Is this the capriciousness of a highly talented solo rider? Li Ang actually stopped to use the toilet on the roadside."

It’s not that riders are not allowed to use the toilet, typically, only those who are no longer pursuing personal records would stop to take care of such physiological needs. After all, every mont counts.

For those hoping to compete for a title, every second is valuable. Often the difference between first and second place is just a slight lead, and who would want to waste dozens of seconds for a bathroom break?

Therefore, it is common in live broadcasts to see many riders urinate while riding, all in the na of not wasting any ti. So riders even have the ntal fortitude to defecate in their bib shorts, refusing to stop even if their shorts beco stained.

Yet, Li Ang showed no sense of urgency, stopping whenever he wanted despite maintaining a significant lead over the other racers. This was the most frustrating part.

Approaching the finish line, the riders capable of challenging for the championship were closing the gap to within a thousand ters, beginning to sprint towards the finish.

"Li Ang has been soloing up till now; he must be out of strength, surely he can’t sprint anymore."

"With this trend, the main group behind him will definitely catch him before reaching the finish line, making him stop his show-off and cry about it."

"If Li Ang could sprint at 90% of their speed, he could still make it to the finish line first, but he likely doesn’t have the energy to sprint anymore. After all, the others have had drafters, whereas he has been flying solo. His energy consumption is not even comparable; how could he possibly outsprint them?"

Most fans of the star cyclists were already anticipating a dramatic coback from their idols.

But still, a considerable part of the casual audience was eager to witness such an upset, also hoping for Li Ang, the newcor from a small team, to erge as the champion amidst all these elites.

"Hang in there! If it were , I’d risk it all just to sprint once more, securing a stage victory would make my life."

"Indeed, a rider under eighteen years old competing in the Tour de France for the first ti and grabbing a stage victory would be explosive news, and his future would be limitless!"

"Go for it! Show us what you’ve got! The finish line is just ahead."

As if guided by their shouts, or perhaps because he noticed that the past champions were catching up, the mont the second-place rider was just over a hundred ters behind him, Li Ang finally began to accelerate.

As the two-ti Tour de France champion, Jonas Vingegaard knew very well that the newcor ahead must be exhausted. The gap between him and the newcor was closing rapidly, and with less than two kiloters to the finish, even if he started sprinting now, Jonas Vingegaard was confident he could overtake him.

"Only a hundred ters left."

Jonas Vingegaard looked up briefly at Li Ang ahead, then quickly lowered his head, continuing to accelerate desperately.

A minute later, with less than a thousand ters to the finish, Jonas Vingegaard looked up again, wondering if he had passed him. However, to his surprise, he found that the gap with Li Ang had almost reached two hundred ters.

"My goodness, competitor Li Ang has once again exploded with frightening speed just before the finish, increasing the gap which was previously decreasing!"

"Five hundred ters, four hundred ters, three hundred ters... Let us congratulate Li Ang, for winning the first stage of the championship!"

As Li Ang crossed the finish line, the entire crowd, along with the comntators, burst into cheers.

In high school cafeterias, Eric’s ho, Hunyuan Martial Arts School... various places began to simultaneously burst into excitent and agitation.

Charles, Julie, and others had hardly listened to a class since the first period in the morning, eagerly watching until lunchti, finally witnessing Li Ang maintaining the lead all the way to the finish.