Just as Chen Guang and the others were about to leave, an image suddenly appeared on the giant screen. In the image, another heavy truck was slowly driving into the parking lot of the starting point.
Luffy glanced at it and exclaimed, "The German is here! Didn't they say he was rock climbing? Why is he here? "
"German? Who? "
"Schroeder! A flawless racing machine! "
Leaning back, Chen Guang stretched his waist and asked, "Really? That's getting interesting. "
Just as he finished speaking, another heavy truck drove over.
Luffy suddenly straightened up from the back seat. The parking lot outside was even noisier.
"Who is this?"
Chen Guang's interest was finally piqued.
"The Dragon King of Cars! I think he's also from China. Like you, he likes to wear a mask and never shows his face to others. Before you, he was considered the racer closest to God! Of the top ten racers in the world, only the Eskimo didn't come. See, this is what you get for running like crazy on the first day! These people are crazy. "
Luffy's emotions were a little out of control. The appearance of these two people was too unexpected. The people outside also became restless.
Although he didn't know much about the king of cars in the underground racing world, Chen Guang's fighting spirit was gradually aroused.
Was he finally going to face the adored opponents of the world?
Chen Guang turned his head to look at the two heavy trucks on the giant screen. His eyes flashed fiercely. "I have a new idea. It's a crazy idea."
Luffy heard the fierceness in his words. She turned to look at him. "What do you want to do?"
"Tomorrow, we'll settle three battles to protect the carriage! Help me contact the organizing committee. As long as they agree, I'll solve all of them in one day! "
"What! Are you crazy? "Luffy was shocked." You'll collapse from exhaustion if you run three races in a row! They won't agree either! "
Chen Guang shook his head. "I won't collapse. You've never seen me at my limit. "
As he said this, Chen Guang recalled the scene when he drove the Alto to 400 km/h in the Racing God's training ground.
Damn it, this is really unbearable to look back on. If I lose control even a little bit, I won't even have the chance to turn into a meat patty. Instead, I'll be turned into minced meat, the kind that can be used to cook dumplings.
Compared to the Racing God Training Ground, the underground racing outside was too gentle.
"What are you trying to do?"
Seeing how serious he was, Lu Fei began to seriously consider his request.
"Since all the top racecar kings are here, the Ice Snow Racecar King doesn't seem to be very powerful. Then let the nine of them attack together! I was the last to start the race. All ten cars were racing at the same time. I gave all of them three chances. Within these three chances, no matter who stole my first place, I would lose the title of Racing King. But if I win, I want to take away all their cars! "
"Impossible! The Racing Kings also have their own pride. They won't agree to such a request! This is an insult to them! "
"Uncle Cheng, please help me contact a local racecar king in Xiangjiang. I will make a trip there now, and then they will definitely agree to my request. If they don't agree, I will choose to withdraw from the race! They will never have the chance to challenge me! If they are really crazy about racing, they won't refuse me! "
Until Chen Guang got into Ah Yuan's car, Lu Fei didn't understand where Chen Guang got this crazy confidence.
Lu Fei didn't understand Chen Guang's realm at all.
In fact, before he made this crazy decision, Chen Guang didn't understand it either.
He just wanted to maximize his own benefits.
Since there was only one chance in the racing competition, if he wanted to do it, he would make it big, the bigger the better.
Later on, others would know that he was just giving away money, so naturally, no one would want to gamble with him.
Therefore, once he made the decision, Chen Guang understood the reason behind it.
A mature racecar king was bound to experience many accidents.
The racing field was ever-changing. Normally speaking, there was no such thing as an invincible general.
It was a pity that an ordinary racecar king could make many mistakes in his life, and encounter many accidents that weren't fatal.
But all it would take was one truly tragic collision, and the racecar king would leave this world forever.
Different from others, Chen Guang had died 95 times on the road to becoming the Racing God, and there were countless other non-fatal collisions.
The experience he had was more than ten times, or 95 times, that of others.
Since he had decided to stand on this stage and thoroughly show his hard-won skills to the world, if he didn't bring out his true limits, he would be letting down the audience who were infatuated with racing, and even more so, letting down the 95 times he had died in the Racing God Training Field.
He was afraid that he wouldn't have such an opportunity to race to his heart's content in the future, so he might as well let this rare opportunity shine to the extreme!
He wouldn't leave any regrets for himself, nor would he leave any regrets for others.
This was respect for others, and respect for himself.
He had been too arrogant just now, and since he had already angered the other racecar kings, he might as well add fuel to the fire and push this race to the top.
From now on, he would truly stand at the pinnacle of the world's racing industry.
Therefore, he used Ah Yuan's Volkswagen to run an average speed of 163.78.
Everyone was confused. Today's race had clearly ended, and his car had already been sent away.
Why was he using someone else's car to break the record of 155.97, which had been thought to be unsurpassable?
Was this guy trying to make all racing enthusiasts lose the courage to continue racing?
The blood-red figure of 163.78 on the giant screen fiercely shocked everyone's eyes.
The nine racecar kings weren't much better off than the others. They all stared at the giant screen dumbfoundedly.
Within a day, he had switched to another car and broken another record.
To him, this dangerous winding mountain road seemed to have become a straight line.
What was his purpose in doing this?
Was he trying to make everyone give up on protecting their cars?
It was undeniable that people like Frant and Ferdinand were in despair when they saw this number.
Diesel smiled bitterly and said to the others, "It seems like we shouldn't have come here?"
There was silence. Even the Dragon King and Schroder, who had just gathered, were speechless.
Unwillingness surged in the hearts of the nine racecars. They had been racecar kings for too long, and no one had ever looked down on them like this.
Their reputations weren't based on bragging. They were all achieved bit by bit by stepping on the blood and tears of countless people in the bitter battles where life and death hung by a thread.
No one could deny that they were powerful.
But now, they felt incomparable disappointment and fear, perhaps mixed with a trace of unavoidable anger.
But what use was that?
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