This is the sound of tires powerfully rubbing against a wooden track.

In fact, the phenomenon of "tire noise" mostly occurs on mountain bikes because it is caused by the friction between the tires and the road at high speeds, as well as the air movement between the tread patterns and the disturbance of the air around the tires.

The level of tire noise mostly depends on the road and vehicle conditions: the worse the road, the louder the tire noise. The more complex the tread pattern, the wider the tire, the louder the tire noise. There is also a significant difference in the tire noise produced by asphalt and concrete surfaces.

But when a bicycle travels fast enough, even on wooden floors with slick tires, it can still produce loud tire noise, as evidenced by the deafening roar made by Wang Ye while racing off-road.

Although Bright’s explosive power and skills are not as good as Wang Ye’s, he can still produce a certain level of tire noise.

Under the intense tire noise, Bright’s speed becomes faster and faster.

From a speed of 30 km/h, it gradually increases to 50 km/h.

After circling the track once, the speed reaches its peak,

he glides like a dark shadow, continuously circling the field.

He leaves countless riders in training behind.

Any rider who frequently rides can visually estimate that Bright’s current speed is over 60 km/h,

a speed that is quite top-notch even in track cycling races.

But after seeing Bright’s posture and speed, Wang Ye’s gaze slightly darkens because, in his eyes, Bright’s progress is very weak, having assimilated almost only five percent of his last teaching.

Though the slight progress may allow him to rise a few ranks,

this clearly does not meet Wang Ye’s expectations.

He plans to give Bright a good lesson later, striving to help him improve more before the race,

if necessary, Wang Ye intends to use the "Assimilation" ability to enhance Bright’s thinking through Brain Domain modification and transmit some energy over to strengthen his physique.

However, Wang Ye is not too adept with the "Assimilation" ability,

after all, this thing works on the body’s most complex brain.

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, Wang Ye won’t use it.

And at this very moment.

In the training ground.

Bright is still racing at top speed.

Seeing Bright speeding so fast, the surrounding riders can’t help but whisper among themselves.

"That rider’s really fast!"

"Also really showy."

"This isn’t even a race, it’s just training, why going all out like this?"

"Who is this arrogant rider?"

"Looks like he’s the Chicago rider, Bright."

"Bright, is he the rumored rich second generation?"

"Why is he called a rich second generation?"

"Because Bright inherited a track cycling venue from his family, wealthy beyond imagination, he buys all expensive equipment without batting an eye. Almost all track cyclists envy him."

"I remember this kid, he’s also a veteran, although experienced, his strength has remained fairly stable, unfortunately, his race results are quite mediocre. He hasn’t won a championship in many years."

"Mediocre? Then how is he riding so fast?"

"Probably just a burst, a few hundred meters and he’ll be exhausted."

"This is pre-race, how does he dare train at maximum speed? Isn’t he afraid of muscle fiber damage?"

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Just as others were pointing fingers at Bright.

Bright finally finished three laps, ceasing his pedaling.

Since track bikes don’t have brakes, he could only let wind resistance and friction gradually slow him down, eventually stopping at a certain position on the training ground.

After stopping, Bright got off the bike and pushed it to Wang Ye’s side.

Wang Ye then began to talk about the mistakes he made just now,

the content he discussed was extremely profound, and even though he deliberately used plain language, fully understanding the deep meaning was still very difficult, like attending an advanced math class, where every word and symbol makes sense separately, but not when combined.

Moreover, what Wang Ye talked about was far more complex and advanced than advanced math, reaching a level that countless scientists have struggled to achieve for hundreds of years.

Bright nodded frequently, sometimes falling into contemplation, showing a thoughtful appearance. In reality, he couldn’t fully understand all the content of Wang Ye’s words; he could only filter out some things he could barely understand to ponder.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding riders couldn’t help but question those next to them.

"Who is that Asian? Looks like Bright’s coach?"

"To be Bright’s coach, he must be a former Pro at least."

"Is there such a person among track cycling’s Pros?"

"No, he seems to be the recently famous Wang Ye in the extreme sports field."

"Him? I remember he mainly focuses on marathons and extreme sports, does he understand cycling too?"

"I tell you, I often come across his videos, he seems to have participated in a small mountain bike competition once, and you can still find the video online now."

"How is his average speed, fast or not?"

"On bumpy mountain roads, he can maintain an average speed of 60 km/h. What do you think?"

"Damn! Then why has he hardly competed in bicycle races?"

"Maybe he looks down on competing."

Before that group of riders finished chatting.

Not far away, Bright, with a pondering look,

got back on the bike and started the second round of training.

His rear wheel suddenly emitted intense tire noise.

The track bike, originally with a very high gear ratio difficult to start,

under his feet, rapidly reached peak speed.

He maintained even faster speed than before,

surpassing countless riders in succession to reach the finish.

The surrounding riders rubbed their eyes, mumbling:

"Did Bright get a bit faster than before? Or is it just my illusion?"

"No, not an illusion, indeed about 5 km/h faster!"

"But he was clearly at his limit just now, how could he speed up again?"

"It can’t be that Wang Ye’s teachings made him improve instantly, can it? At our level, no progress happens without months of training, let alone such an obvious improvement."

"Look, after hearing a few words from Wang Ye, he’s on the bike again!"

"F*ck! His speed increases by 5 km/h on average from last time again!"

"Impossible!"

If both first and second training rounds could be deemed warm-ups, with muscle activities not fully opened up and level fluctuations expected to vary slightly.

Then Bright’s rocket-like improvement speed, increasing 3-5 km/h on average each time after listening to Wang Ye’s advice, thoroughly astonished the surrounding riders.

Any knowledgeable rider could discern from Bright’s first training level, allowing him at most to enter the top eight in this race.

Yet his second training level was sufficient for the top four.

Reaching the third training, his level could already compete with the second and third places, might even take the first if Luck and strategy were favorable.

At this stage, the surrounding riders were numbed, unable to distinguish whether Bright was improving rapidly or hiding his true power from the start.

Now Bright, having heard Wang Ye’s words, rides the bike again.

Preparing to start the fourth round of training.

Bright’s gaze has transformed from initial confusion to determination.

Carries an inexplicable aura akin to Wang Ye.

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