Just as everyone was screaming, the timid ones had already closed their eyes, and Lu Fei's eyes were about to bleed, the distance between the matte GTR and the yellow 599 suddenly widened!
Although it had accelerated, Chen Guang's car performance was slightly better, and he had finally overtaken his opponent!
Udal, who was sitting in the Mitsubishi EVO, was scared out of his wits, but he did not want to give up. He stepped on the accelerator like crazy.
But it was useless. His car's performance was completely overtaken by his opponent.
Chen Guang and the 599, one in front and one behind, overtook the EVO in an instant.
"Damn it! The person in the GTR must be a lunatic! Isn't this guy afraid of death? "
The spectators not far from Lu Fei had already started cursing.
"The contestant in the number three car is playing with his life!"
The commentator, who had been silent all this time, finally said something. There was a sense of relief in his voice. Obviously, he was also sweating so hard that he had forgotten to explain.
Lu Fei gently stroked her sweat-drenched hair. You bunch of naive people, how do you know what kind of person is sitting in that car?
In fact, everything was under his control.
She thought of a line that often appeared in fantasy novels. She used to think it was funny, but now she felt that it made sense.
Ignorant and pathetic mortals, how can you understand the world of God?
Chen Guang had gradually found his form, and he would become more and more unstoppable.
You are lucky to be able to witness the birth of a god at such a close distance!
Let's see how he ascends the altar step by step in seven days!
In ancient legends, God built the city of Rome in seven days. Now, Chen Guang was going to use seven days to become a God!
A real God!
The McLaren 675 in front led the way into the second corner. The distance between Chen Guang and him was still maintained at the level of two cars.
This guy's car's performance was good enough, and his level wasn't bad. He drew lots and got the first row of seats. His luck was also unreasonably good. It was time for him to show off for a bit.
At the second turn, Chen Guang still did not show his terrible non-deceleration magic. He slowed down the car in advance and steadily entered the turn.
But Lu Fei knew that it was different. This time, his turning and drifting were smoother than the last time.
Soon, the true Divine Skill was about to appear!
Lu Fei wasn't the most knowledgeable person present, but anyone who dared to sign up for the race had to have some skills.
Whether it was the first group that had reached the finish line or the other contestants that were waiting to depart, most of them were staring at the giant screen.
There were also some poor racers who hadn't signed up at all, or who had been unlucky enough to have their spots snatched away by people like Wang Qing.
"The third GTR is a little strange."
One of the drivers couldn't help but voice his opinion.
"What happened?"
The people around him didn't quite understand.
"I can't tell exactly what's going on, but I think he's turning more and more smoothly."
"Bullsh * t, you think he can improve his skills while running?"
"Also, I think he's running a bit conservatively. He doesn't seem to be familiar with the track at all."
"Huh? He's driving a modified GTR with at least 700 horsepower, and he's not familiar with the track in advance? Is he here to give us money? "
"Don't joke around. How could he be in the last four? Okay, enough talking. Let's keep watching. You'll know! "
After taking off the mask, Chen Guang suddenly felt refreshed. Wearing a mask still affected his vision, but it was much more comfortable now.
He slowed down during the turn not only because he wasn't familiar with shifting with his left hand, but also because he was unfamiliar with steering with his right hand during a sharp turn. But after two turns, he gradually felt more comfortable.
After all, both his left and right hands were his wives, and both his first and second wives were good wives.
He used his right hand most of the time to masturbate … Oh no, to eat, play DOTA, or do anything else. It wasn't difficult for him to get used to the feeling of steering.
Turning his head to look at the rearview mirror, the poor EVO had been overtaken again, and the 599 was still hot on his heels. The fourth car was a modified blue Lamborghini. Although it was called LP560, it should have at least 700 horsepower.
But so far, Chen Guang's speed had been controlled below 100 mph, which was indeed conservative.
The difficulty of the Mid-Mountain Racetrack was not much different from the Fengquan Mountain Racetrack, and the corners were sharp and steep, but that wasn't a problem for him.
It was about to turn again. Chen Guang got up slightly, stretched his shoulders, and calculated the time. I'll familiarize myself with eight more turns.
If I remember correctly, after the eight turns is a series of Z-shaped turns, and I'll end this boring game there.
The race had been white-hot at the beginning, but now it had gradually calmed down.
The blond guy in the 599 was a bit of a cheat. Although his car was not bad, his skills seemed to be a bit lacking. At the beginning of the race, when Chen Guang had pressured him, it seemed to have scared him.
He had been too conservative when entering the next few turns, and he had actually been overtaken by Udal, the Indian guy with 500 horsepower.
This was a drift race that belonged to the bends, and the tyrannical horsepower could only create a slight advantage on the straightaway.
In the long eighteen kilometers of the race, there was an average of a turn every two hundred meters, and there were nearly a hundred big and small turns throughout the race.
What really determined victory or defeat was the art of controlling the corners.
The one who controlled the corners controlled the race!
Perhaps, when the race was white-hot, there might be a desperate change of direction on the straightaway, but in the first round, where the gap in strength was relatively large, it was difficult to see such a situation.
Perhaps in the second round, when the teams with less than 600 horsepower were basically useless, and when everyone's level and vehicle performance were infinitely close, such a situation would really occur.
Of course, this certainly did not include Chen Guang's group.
Since everyone could see with the naked eye that he was rapidly adapting and becoming stronger, Lu Fei felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.
When the Racing God training class first started, she had heard from Zhong Bai that Chen Guang was completely unable to adapt to the performance of a sports car. It was also his first time driving a sports car on the Phoenix Spring Mountain Racetrack. He was basically playing around in the first half of the race, and only really exerted himself in the second half. As a result, he ran at a terrifying average speed of 138 kilometers per hour. Now, his situation was not much different from that day.
Sure enough!
After obediently following the McLaren 675 through seven turns, Chen Guang finally made his move when they were about to enter the Z turn!
At this time, Master Guang was a little annoyed. "Old Man remembered wrong! There are only seven turns! Well, don't mind those details. After all, you only saw the map once! "
The McLaren driver was still advancing at a familiar pace. He felt that he was in good form today, and his luck was pretty good. He had taken the lead from the start, and it looked like he could maintain this advantage until the end.
Oh, is the first slightly scary Z turn in front?
It doesn't matter. I've run here at least 50 times.
He smiled confidently, released the accelerator, and lightly hit the brakes, preparing to enter the turn. He controlled the speed of the corner at 92 kilometers per hour. This was the most perfect drift speed, and he wanted the young people behind him to learn what a perfect drift was.
Then, he was overtaken!
The matte GTR's taillights dragged a dazzling red line across his body.
"Is this guy crazy?! This is at least 110 kilometers per hour! He's going to fly out! "
Not only him, but the more than 40,000 people standing in front of the huge screen were also in an uproar.
This guy's brakes are broken, right?
Is he going to die?
Poor guy!
"Not good! The third driver's car is out of control! If he enters the corner at this speed, he will definitely go off the track or hit the guardrail! "
The commentator, Mr. X, even made a direct judgment on Chen Guang.
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