With his current thinking speed, all it takes is about half a minute to fully morize any detail on a regional map,
and while riding, his brain can automatically transform the map into a dynamic form similar to Baidu Map navigation.
After morizing the map, Wang Ye scanned his surroundings, aligned his position on the map, and imdiately prepared to test the bike on a nearby road.
He rode half a kiloter along the road and found no one in sight.
Apart from the hotel he was staying at, he couldn’t see any man-made buildings around.
It was like a no man’s land.
Actually, Utah has many developed cities and quite a decent population. But to facilitate training and challenges, they specifically chose a hotel located in the desert and canyon.
Standing here and gazing around, all one can see is endless yellow rocks and dried vegetation, along with countless tumbleweeds rolling like wheels,
looking much like scenes from a Western cowboy movie, not surprising since this is indeed the Arican West.
Realizing there’s hardly anyone nearby, Wang Ye accelerated his pedaling speed with peace of mind.
Since he had adjusted the bike’s gear ratio to over twenty to one.
It was extrely strenuous to pedal, requiring almost full strength for each push.
If Wang Ye’s pants leg were lifted, one would see his thighs reddened, with nurous ferocious veins bulging like steel rods spiraling on the muscle surface. It’s because the muscles quickly began engorging, increasing blood flow massively.
If a dynamoter were used to test the force of each pedal now,
it’s estimated to be at least over a thousand jin.
Each pedal is enough to crush animal bones.
If it were a regular bicycle, the chain should have snapped long ago.
Fortunately, as the speed gradually picked up, the pedaling resistance gradually minimized.
But Wang Ye didn’t relent, instead continuing to increase the pedal frequency.
His pedal frequency gradually increased from 30 tis/min to 50 tis/min,
then continued to 70 tis/min.
At this point, the speed on the gauge had exceeded 200 km/h.
Though the pedal frequency hadn’t t its limit, the wind resistance in front was already breathtaking.
Wang Ye wasn’t wearing a helt now because his own defensive Gang Qi was better than any helt’s protection, but at this mont, his defensive Gang Qi exhibited nurous visible ripples due to countless sand, gravel, and wind impacts.
Typically, the faster a vehicle moves, the greater the pressure from wind resistance.
This ans that although his power output doubled, the speed wouldn’t necessarily double.
If he wishes to further increase the speed to over 300 km/h, he might need to release three to four tis more power than now, possibly achieving that.
He could previously reach over 300 km/h quite easily while riding a track bike,
because track bikes have better aerodynamics, lighter body weight, and smoother tracks, making it easier to speed up.
But now this custom bike weighs over ten tis more than a track bike, and the road is much rougher, making it harder to reach the sa speed as a track bike, but the advantage is this custom bike’s speed limit is higher, not as fragile as the track bike.
Wang Ye gritted his teeth, continued increasing the pedal frequency,
gradually raising it to over 150.
anwhile, the road beca a downhill path.
Wang Ye imdiately felt the pedal resistance lessen significantly,
taking advantage of this opportunity,
released over a ton of explosive power, increasing the pedal frequency to 200 tis/min.
Soon.
The speed on the gauge exceeded 500 km/h.
Now Wang Ye and his ride had beco a black silhouette.
He was almost flying on the road surface, barely lifted by slight vibrations.
A visible wind barrier had ford in front of the bike fra, umbrella-shaped, continuously pushing forward the airflow.
Wang Ye’s cheeks began to tremble from the wind, indicating his Gang Qi’s capacity for absorbing vibration had reached its limit, unable to further absorb more wind pressure.
This current speed was about comparable to his maximum running speed.
His maximum running speed, enhanced by multiple system traits, barely reached half the speed of sound, which is 600 km/h.
But his maximum running speed could only be maintained for over ten seconds, until forced to stop and rest, whereas the biking top speed could be sustained for several minutes more. So both modes of transport have their advantages and disadvantages.
After the speed on the gauge exceeded five hundred, it gradually decreased.
Because Wang Ye’s thighs had begun to tire gradually.
Unable to release higher power anymore.
Once the speed returned to around three hundred,
Wang Ye dared to let go, lifting his right wrist to check his heart rate.
After a burst of speeding, his heart rate had reached 260 beats/min.
For a normal person, hitting this heart rate would definitely result in suddenly dying.
But for Wang Ye, this heart rate is rely an anaerobic limit.
Far from threatening his life.
He took a brief mont to catch his breath, then twisted the handlebars, continuing to turn into the desert canyon,
preparing to try out off-road cycling.
The desert terrain was far more challenging to ride on than concrete roads.
Everywhere were gravels that could strip tire traction and potholes that made the ride bumpy.
Wang Ye’s speed suddenly dropped to two hundred.
But this speed was already incredibly fast for off-road.
Many people can’t reach this speed while downhill.
Not rely due to insufficient power, but also because managing such speed is incredibly difficult.
Just a slight twist of the handlebars could cause tire side-slip, leading to ruin and death.
Therefore, most motorcycle off-road speeds are around 40-60 km/h.
But Wang Ye’s driving skills were superb, his arm strength was over ten tis that of a normal person.
So he could easily manage the speed that ordinary people couldn’t control.
Nevertheless, the upper speed limit off-road was only about one to two hundred km.
Wang Ye drove through the desert, according to the map in mory, arriving at a canyon with countless hills and rocks. Although terribly rugged and steep, they were extrely orderly arranged, with visible paths of motorcycle tires on the desert,
According to Li Weimin, this was Utah’s off-road haven, often visited by many professional off-road motorcycle riders to challenge downhill. It’s even said Bear Grylls challenged wild survival here. A place very suitable for testing various extres.
He squinted his eyes, adjusted the direction, prepared to find a slightly smoother route for testing.
But suddenly,
Wang Ye noticed not far ahead an off-road motorcycle rider.
He was riding a nimble off-road bike, wearing a helt with excellent protection.
Driving roughly at 50 km/h.
Although not slow for off-road motorcycles, it seed turtle-like slow in front of Wang Ye.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Ye surpassed him at 100 km/h. His bike’s rapidly spinning rear wheels kicked up a cloud of dust, almost burying the off-road motorcycle rider.
"What the hell, this guy is off-roading without a helt and riding so fast, is he looking for death!"
The off-road motorcycle rider’s face was filled with dust, unable to resist cursing.
Riders like Wang Ye who risk their lives are his most disliked type.
If encountering danger, it not only brings trouble to oneself but affects others as well.
"But...this guy’s motorcycle looks a bit strange?"
He lifted the visor, carefully examining Wang Ye’s bike.
Just looking at it shocked him.
"Oh my, the guy is riding a bicycle?!"
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