The race wore on. Riding at his maximum lactate threshold for over forty minutes, occasionally mixing in anaerobic bursts on the climbs, was an excruciating experience.
Not only was his heart rate soaring, but his entire chest felt like it was being squeezed tight, making it so hard to breathe he felt like he was suffocating. His ears were ringing, as if countless electric currents were scrambling through his brain.
But even in this state, Huang Chong heard clearly that he was now almost five seconds behind his rival.
The finish line was drawing closer.
On the main roads of the Tour of Qiandao Lake, his raw power was indeed a little lacking compared to the seasoned Lutsenko.
A gap of only five seconds after 38.6 kilometers was small, but a gap was still a gap.
If he couldn't make it back in the final kilometer, it would be the difference between a gold and a silver medal.
And Huang Chong had already reached his limit; he couldn't possibly gain even a single second more.
