Bo Yi entered the bend without slowing down much. He did as he had envisioned before, tightly gripping the seat, holding onto the motorcycle handlebars, lowering his form to make both the bike and himself hug the ground as much as possible. The motorcycle was moving too fast, unlike being in a car wrapped by an exterior frame; when he was close to the ground, even without touching, he could feel the dust and heat from the floor generated by the motorcycle's rapid movement.
Despite the difficulty, he kept gritting his teeth, holding the handlebars tightly as if his life depended on it.
He wasn't someone who liked taking risks, but once he committed to something, he would give it his all!
As long as he stuck to the inner track, as long as he didn't slow down, as long as he kept moving forward like this, he would win!
Both racers entered the bend simultaneously!
Bo Yan was behind him!
He held his breath, focused, keeping his body low and the handlebars firmly under control!
