Seeing Ye Chen lag behind, Sun Hao’s fans started cheering excitedly.
"Sun Hao is awesome."
"Haha, daring to challenge our Mountain Bike King is simply asking for death."
"Congratulations, Young Master Ding, you’re going to make a fortune today."
"Sigh, I thought he was a gold player, turns out he’s just a bronze, isn’t he just giving money away? Idiot."
Wang Congcong frowned at the screen, after all, Ye Chen stood up for him.
"What the hell are you shouting about, if you don’t want to watch the race, get lost. Anyone who yells again will be thrown down the mountain by me."
With one shout from Wang Congcong, the scene quieted down considerably.
Wang Congcong stared at the screen, secretly anxious.
Why was Ye Chen trying to show off with another person?
Actually, if he wasn’t carrying someone, Ye Chen might really win the race.
"Do you think Ye Chen has a chance to win?" Wang Congcong asked the rider beside him.
The rider shook his head: "It’s too hard to win, Sun Hao is the kind of rider who gains power later on. Letting him lead makes it too difficult to overtake."
Wang Congcong sighed, "Looks like we can only hope for a miracle now."
After the first turn, Ye Chen was not in a hurry and was closely following Sun Hao’s motorcycle.
The distance between the two of them was about half a meter.
This mountain road had four turns, each more treacherous than the last.
The two vehicles raced quickly around the mountain road, and Sun Hao was very smart, always occupying the inside lane.
For Ye Chen to overtake, he would have to do it from the outside lane, which would definitely widen the gap between them.
Everyone shook their heads; in their minds, the outcome was decided, Ye Chen was bound to lose.
Ahead was a ninety-degree turn.
Such a turn required slowing down.
Sure enough, Sun Hao slowed down his motorcycle.
But behind him, Ye Chen not only did not slow down but accelerated.
Everyone was stunned at this scene.
Is this guy seeking death?
On such a turn, accelerating around it is practically the same as courting death.
In front of the screen, everyone’s hearts were in their throats.
Some even timid girls closed their eyes, unable to bear seeing the motorcycle crash into the guardrail.
Zhao Ying held onto Ye Chen tightly, her heart also in her throat.
Just five meters from the turn.
Ye Chen had already overtaken Sun Hao.
But in such a short distance, how to turn?
Everyone was fixated on the screen.
Wang Congcong’s palms were clenched tightly.
He must make it through, he must.
Beside him, Ding Bo sneered venomously.
"Kid, you’re asking for death, seems like I don’t need to find someone to deal with you. Just a pity for Zhao Ying that chick."
Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, Ye Chen finally began to turn.
Ye Chen’s body leaned to the right, his body almost grazing the ground, and he slammed on the brake suddenly.
Under inertia, the motorcycle was thrown sideways.
And at the moment when the motorcycle was about to hit the guardrail, Ye Chen’s foot pushed against the railing, and the motorcycle whistled out of the turn.
A dead silence fell over the entire racetrack.
Everyone was stunned by Ye Chen’s motorcycle skills.
Sun Hao, following behind Ye Chen, was completely dumbfounded seeing Ye Chen’s way of turning.
This guy is too daring.
No slowing down, relying on inertia to turn, he had only seen this technique once, in a mountain race where the world’s motorcycle king Wood used it.
However, Ye Chen’s difficulty seemed to be even greater than his.
You have to know, Ye Chen had another person on the back.
Sun Hao slowed down to turn, while Ye Chen turned at full speed.
With this turn, Ye Chen not only regained the lead but also widened the gap between them.
On-site, there were exclamations.
"Crap, this is insane, it’s the first time I’ve seen such a turn."
"This motorcycle skill is out of this world, I thought it was going to crash."
"This rider has huge guts, at such a speed, even a second’s deviation would result in a fatal crash."
"This kid is too lucky, I think he just forgot to slow down because he was nervous."
Everyone was discussing, and Wang Congcong also let out a long breath.
"What do you think of Ye Chen’s motorcycle skills?"
Wang Congcong asked Zhang Peng beside him.
Zhang Peng still hadn’t recovered from Ye Chen’s operation just now.
He took a deep breath and said, "Young master, Ye Chen’s motorcycle skills far surpass mine, the only person who can compare to him is the world motorcycle god Wood."
"What?" Upon hearing Zhang Peng’s evaluation, Wang Congcong was surprised.
In the ensuing race, Ye Chen kept the lead.
Even though Sun Hao kept trying to overtake, Ye Chen kept the inside lane, giving him no chance.
Everyone held their breath, focus fixed on the screen.
Sun Hao was almost losing his mind with anger.
Ye Chen’s motorcycle was weaving left and right, completely blocking him behind, unable to pass.
"With such skills, do you dare call yourself an expert?"
Ye Chen sneered and headed directly into the final turn.
This time, once again Ye Chen did not slow down.
It was known that this was the most dangerous turn of the entire mountain road.
Ye Chen still drifted at full speed.
A cold smile flashed in Sun Hao’s eyes.
With such a turn, even Car God Wood would have to slow down.
To pass at full speed is simply seeking death.
Ye Chen’s body leaned sideways, and using the same technique, he used centrifugal force to fling the motorcycle out.
Is this even a human maneuver?
After turning, Ye Chen accelerated with all his might.
The last turn already had a ten-meter gap between the two motorcycles.
Ahead was a straight, Sun Hao had no chance to overtake Ye Chen.
Everyone knew that Sun Hao was destined to lose.
Accompanied by the harsh sound of the motorcycle, Ye Chen charged ahead.
Sun Hao followed with all his might, but from such a distance, he was beyond help.
Ye Chen’s motorcycle crossed the finish line.
Seconds later, Sun Hao’s motorcycle followed.
The outcome was decided.
The scene erupted in cheers.
"Ye the Car God, Ye the Car God."
Ye Chen’s motorcycle skills conquered everyone on the scene.
The motorcycle came to a halt, and Ye Chen looked at Zhao Ying behind him.
"Xiaoying, are you okay?"
Zhao Ying waved her hand: "I’m fine, just need a moment to recover."
Just a step taken, Zhao Ying felt her legs go weak.
Riding Ye Chen’s motorcycle felt even more thrilling than a roller coaster.
Especially that feeling of almost dying yet being reborn, it’s both thrilling and astonishing.
Seeing Zhao Ying almost fall, Ye Chen supported her: "Shall I carry you to the lounge to rest a bit?"
Zhao Ying nodded shyly.
Ye Chen carried Zhao Ying, heading to the lounge.
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Ye Chen carried Zhao Ying as whistles and cheers rang out.
Ye Chen said to Sister Hua: "Sister Hua, could I borrow your lounge for a bit?"
Sister Hua nodded and led Ye Chen to the lounge.
Ye Chen placed Zhao Ying on the sofa, smiling: "You take a rest; I’ll be out for a while."
"Mm." Zhao Ying nodded obediently.
Ye Chen and Sister Hua returned to the racetrack, where the once arrogant Ding Bo’s face was now pale.
Today, he was completely defeated.
Seeing Ye Chen approaching, Ding Bo’s eyes narrowed slightly.