The tug-of-war between the two lasted about five minutes.
Just when Wang Ye felt his physical strength was about to reach its limit.
The speed of the bicycle ahead finally slowed down.
"I lost!"
The young man on the bicycle was flushed and breathing heavily like a bull, showing a look of unwillingness, but to no avail. His leg and glute muscles had already started to spasm, showing clear signs of cramping. If he continued at this speed, he was highly likely to incur a ligament sprain. Only pushing himself to the point of lying sick for half a month for an inexplicable competition with a stranger is not worth it.
Thinking of this, he actively reduced his pedaling frequency, and the distance between himself and Wang Ye widened. It looked like he was going to regroup with the bicycle team behind.
The members of the bicycle team behind also showed astonishment on their faces.
"No way, did we really lose to running?"
