Chapter 260: The Struggle for Power (4)
Bo Yi entered the bend without slowing down much. He did as he had envisioned before, tightly gripping the seat, holding onto the motorcycle handlebars, lowering his form to make both the bike and himself hug the ground as much as possible. The motorcycle was moving too fast, unlike being in a car wrapped by an exterior frame; when he was close to the ground, even without touching, he could feel the dust and heat from the floor generated by the motorcycle’s rapid movement.
Despite the difficulty, he kept gritting his teeth, holding the handlebars tightly as if his life depended on it.
He wasn’t someone who liked taking risks, but once he committed to something, he would give it his all!
As long as he stuck to the inner track, as long as he didn’t slow down, as long as he kept moving forward , he would win!
Both racers entered the bend simultaneously!
Bo Yan was behind him!
He held his breath, focused, keeping his body low and the handlebars firmly under control!
This bend had a larger arc than the previous ones.
Though there were only straightaways and bends, without the several consecutive hairpin U-turns that were typical of Qiunming Mountain, or any undulating twists, it would still be challenging for those unfamiliar with the track.
Motorcycles were inherently harder to control compared to cars. Especially during turns, strength in the arms, core, and legs was required. Although Bo Yi had also maintained his physique and learned martial arts when he was younger, just like the two of them together, he surely didn’t maintain continuous training to the present day with excellent physical fitness like Bo Yan.
Bo Yan’s biggest failure lay in his choice of a modified motorcycle.
A modified motorbike required a larger engine, reinforced bodywork, and naturally, this increased the bike’s weight. Especially during turns, apart from driving skills, the greatest resistance was centrifugal force.
Centrifugal force is related to the weight. The heavier the object, the greater the centrifugal force.
Moreover, in the previous laps’ bends, Bo Yan had gradually become accustomed to drifting the bike, making his operations even more seamless!
It was these three points, in the moments of almost divine precision in control, that the gap began to show, little by little!
Bo Yi was indeed drifting, and he managed to perform it. But as he tried to dominate the inside line and prevent Bo Yan from overtaking, the more he squeezed toward the inside, the greater the centrifugal force became. He watched helplessly as he controlled the bike in a drift, but it uncontrollably moved farther away from the inner track.
Meanwhile, Bo Yan, who had been half a bike length behind him, made a beautiful turn, smoothly squeezed into the inner track, inch by inch pushing him away, and when the bend straightened out, he powerfully pulled the bike upright without slowing down, shooting towards the finish line like an arrow!
Bo Yi, in his haste as he was pushed away, became more panicked and failed to pull his bike up, crashing along the ground with his bike, and was thrown off the track!
Seconds later, Boss Chen also zoomed past the finish line. The only one not crossing the line was Bo Yi, lying beside the track after his fall.
After Bo Yi crashed, there were exclaims of shock from the onlookers, both Bo Yi’s subordinates and Boss Chen’s men. Although accidents were inevitable in racing, a crash was still quite severe; they rushed towards him while some called for the medical team at the venue.
Fortunately, Bo Yi was thrown clear and wasn’t crushed by the motorcycle, nor did it cause an explosion.
However, his wrist was swollen, likely fractured.
Bo Yan removed his helmet, walking over with an easy stride, even remarking sympathetically, “Ah, that’s really unfortunate.”