Brother Xiaoma gritted his teeth and pushed his max power output above 1300W.
Like a cheetah at full sprint, he shot out from behind the pack. Reaching a blistering 64.3 km/h, he left everyone in the dust and charged for the finish line.
The other riders, all of whom had been baited by Huang Chong into a premature 100-meter sprint, could only watch as Brother Xiaoma came from behind. He overtook them with absolutely crushing speed and left them in his wake, their hearts filled with regret and utter despair.
'Damn it, so that bastard Huang Chong wasn't trying to win for himself when he started sprinting at the 200-meter mark. He was playing lead-out for his teammate—'
'He tricked everyone!'
By the time they realized this, they had already burned through their anaerobic reserves in that first 100-meter dash. They were completely unable to respond to Brother Xiaoma.
