Peach Blossom Divine Medical God

Gao Song saw Tan Jing agree, and a broad smile immediately spread across his face. He then turned to ask Chen Yang what his conditions were.

In fact, Gao Song never really considered the possibility that he might lose.

By proactively asking Chen Yang about the conditions, he simply wanted to further confirm this matter.

Because only when both parties agree on the terms of the bet does it count.

Chen Yang was well aware of the little schemes in Gao Song's mind.

But he didn't say much; he smiled slightly, thought for a moment, and then presented his own conditions.

"My condition is simple. If you lose, perform a talent show, sing 'Conquest' live for everyone's enjoyment."

Gao Song wanted to suppress him, so he returned the favor by using the same tactic, ensuring his spirit would be dampened in the future.

Gao Song's face twitched a little when he heard Chen Yang's conditions.

But he still agreed straight away because he just didn't think he would lose!

"Alright, it's settled then, everyone bear witness to this." Gao Song said with a smile to those around.

The crowd naturally enjoyed the excitement and agreed wholeheartedly.

Agreeing to be witnesses wasn't all; some even went as far as to tease directly.

"Haha, Brother Gao, looks like you're really going to take on a student today."

"This apprentice has quite a stubborn personality. You'll need to guide him well in the future."

"Yes, in our motorcycle circle we value those who are good sports; being stubborn isn't ideal."

...

The people around joked about Chen Yang losing, even making fun of his personality.

Though these words had a playful element, they were still somewhat uncomfortable to hear.

Tan Jing frowned slightly and wanted to speak up for Chen Yang.

But when Chen Yang saw him, he reached out to stop him.

"Better to focus on the race; the distance between them is getting smaller and smaller," Chen Yang said naturally, with a very relaxed expression, seemingly unaffected by the wager.

Tan Jing was surprised by Chen Yang's attitude but didn't think much more; he quickly checked the situation below.

Gao Song and the others did the same.

Upon hearing Chen Yang say the gap was closing below, they started paying attention.

Sure enough, during the previous downhill, the youth on the right had pulled away a five or six-meter lead from the one on the left.

However, when reaching the turns and complex sections, the bike on the left was steadier, unexpectedly closing in on the right bike.

Seeing this, Gao Song and the others felt somewhat worried.

After all, the closing distance indicated there was still hope for the left to win.

"Is this guy deliberately pulling his punches? How could the distance be closed?" Gao Song suddenly said.

The people around were already puzzled about this, and hearing Gao Song's words, they all nodded.

"He must be pulling punches, otherwise he would keep it steady at about four meters, right?"

"But probably just teasing the trailing bike, not genuinely pulling punches."

...

The crowd discussed the situation below, all claiming the front bike was pulling punches.

Hearing these remarks, Chen Yang just twitched his lips slightly, sneering coldly but didn't argue.

His gaze remained fixed on the race below.

After both motorcycles entered the turns and challenging sections, the left bike slowly closed the distance.

Finally, nearing the start point at the foot of the mountain, in a large turning area, it quickly overtook the right bike!

When the lights showed the overtaking moment, some people even exclaimed in disbelief!

"Wow! It overtook!"

This exclamation felt like a heavy blow to Gao Song's chest.

Earlier when he said the right bike was pulling punches, it was somewhat self-consoling.

Now seeing the left bike overtake the right, he finally accepted reality! The right truly couldn't outrun the left bike, and wasn't pulling punches!

Realizing this, Gao Song's face turned very grim.

Now, he truly felt a sense of crisis.

If he loses, it would be a huge embarrassment.

"This guy lost to an outsider on his home track, with bikes at least of the same level, it's ridiculous!" Gao Song clenched his fist, grinding out the words.

Standing beside Gao Song was a man who was usually on good terms with him.

Upon hearing Gao Song, he immediately spoke up, "Brother Gao, don't worry, the skills may not surpass the left, but at least the right side has a stronger engine! Securing the win shouldn't be a problem."

Hearing this, Gao Song nodded slightly, implying agreement.

But even then, his face didn't look good, showing he was still worried deep down.

Chen Yang focused intently on the situation at the mountain's base, while also observing the changes in Gao Song's demeanor.

Seeing Gao Song's unpleasant expression, Chen Yang just smiled slightly without saying anything.

The intense race below continued to unfold.

After the left bike overtook the right, it maintained the leading position.

When reaching the turning point at the foot of the mountain, the left bike executed a beautiful drift, changing directions.

Then, accelerating abruptly, it dashed back towards the mountaintop.

Although they couldn't see the specifics, based on the flashing lights, those on the mountain could imagine how spectacular and breathtaking the turn below was.

After completing the turn for the left side, they looked again at the right.

It was simply too weak.

Once behind, upon reaching the turn, it failed to perform a beautiful drift, opting instead to decelerate and slowly change directions.

This exchange widened the gap, with the left already advancing twenty to thirty meters ahead.

In a normal race, such distance almost guarantees the trailing bike's defeat.

Yet Gao Song still held out hope.

Because the bike on the right was a branded model with a more powerful engine.

During the turns, it might not match up, but at the final straight uphill section, it certainly could regain some distance.

This was Gao Song's last hope!

"Thirty meters apart... It can't get any further, or it'll be a loss," Gao Song tightly clenched his fist in tension.

Prior to the race, he only analyzed external factors, not the racers' skills.

Seeing the situation below, his heart felt uneasy.

But since the wager was declared, all he could do was pray internally, hoping the last stretch would allow the right bike to catch up on engine power...

The motorcycles at the mountain's base turned around simultaneously, racing towards the peak.

Initially, they navigated through turns and difficult sections.

Throughout these areas, Chen Yang's favored left bike maintained the lead, even widening the gap.

The distance between them stretched over forty meters.

Seeing this gap, everyone present, except Chen Yang, felt tense, fearing they were about to lose.

Still, there was hope the final stretch of the uphill straight section might allow a comeback.

But forty meters was not a gap easily overcome.

During the race's final stretch, the right bike's engine truly demonstrated more prowess, speeding faster than the left.

Yet the distance was simply too great.

Ultimately, only twenty meters were gained, with the left bike arriving at the mountain's peak ahead by those twenty meters.

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