"Wow!" Upon hearing Zhang nglong's words, the whole venue erupted in astonishnt.
What did he an by saying setting off at the sa ti was bullying?
These four individuals were all world-renowned Gods of Cars, with illustrious records. Racers would bow respectfully when they saw them, and even their disciples had already started showing their edge on the racetracks.
Normally, it was only when they raced against others that people would say they were bullying, but when had they ever been bullied by soone else?
When they raced with younger racers, they indeed might hold back a bit for that reason, but in racing, the width of the road is limited and overtaking is not easy. It's very possible the starting order could decide the final rankings.
So even when they conceded a bit, it was only by giving up their starting position.
As for giving soone a one-lap head start in a two-lap race, that was simply a joke. In order to win, it ant having to achieve more than double the average speed of the opponent.
In car racing, even the average speed difference is typically a single-digit figure, so giving soone a lap's lead was like grinding their intelligence into the ground.
Until now, the fastest completion ti at Longyou's mountain circuit was 13 minutes 13.62 seconds, with an average speed of around 218 kiloters per hour. That was already an outstanding speed.
But that record was rely set by a top-level Huaxian racer, whose skills barely reached the international average.
At least, compared to these four Gods of Cars, he was still way out of their league.
By rough estimates, their average speeds should all be over 250 kiloters per hour. That is to say, Zhang nglong's average speed would need to exceed 500 kiloters per hour to possibly win.
But was that even possible? Even if he could reach 500 kiloters per hour on a straightaway, what about at the corners?
The forr God of Cars was able to take corners at full speed, but that was because the maximum turn angle in the Alps Rally was only 102 degrees. Here in the Longyou mountain range, there were over a dozen turns exceeding 140 degrees, and they were consecutive.
Even if the God of Cars himself ca, he surely couldn't drive to such a degree, right?
"Zhang nglong really is the most pretentious billionaire I've ever seen; he's also my own idol, unbelievable!"
"Boss Zhang, please stop showing off. I give this zero points for posturing; you're definitely going to crash. Give a one-lap lead? Even an amateur like
knows that's impossible!"
"It's all over, I've even bet on the side market, this is going to be a huge loss!"
"Zhang nglong, if you lose, I'll despise you for life!"
"Fuck, are you an idiot? Giving a one-lap lead?"
"Zhang nglong, what the hell are you doing? Even for showing off, you're overdoing it!"
"Zhang nglong, you're too arrogant!" The four Gods of Cars, who didn't see Zhang nglong's Wuling Hongguang in their rearview mirrors, were initially self-satisfied. Although nglong inherited the car of a God of Cars, that didn't necessarily an his skills were on par.
However, they heard this shocking news through the live broadcast at the venue.
The insult was extre, the mockery intense!
If it were an ordinary driver, they were confident they could give a one-lap lead and then win easily. But they were Gods of Cars! Gods of Cars! Couldn't he take them a bit seriously and give them at least a basic level of respect?
"Belittle us like that, and you're bound to pay the price!"
"Give us a one-lap lead? We'll see what you've got to back that up!"
"Zhang nglong, just wait to be utterly disgraced!"
The four Gods of Cars, spurred by this external provocation, all entered into a realm that racers dream of, where whether it was acceleration, drifting, or shifting gears, everything beca perfectly in sync with their hearts.
In the spectator area, the screen was split in two, with the left side showing the four national Gods of Cars and the right side featuring a close-up of Zhang nglong.
"The fastest racer, Skliri, has already completed half of the first lap. His speed is just too fast! Based on our current calculations, his speed has reached 253 kiloters per hour, a full 30 kiloters per hour more than the creator of the record for this track!"
"The second-place racer, Park Young-jun, is close behind with a speed of 251.4 kiloters per hour!"
"The speed of the third-place driver from Kyoto One is 250.8 kiloters per hour!"
At the mont, the Australian God of Cars is in last place, but the gap between him and the Kyoto One driver is very tight!"
"Now let's see what Mr. Zhang nglong is up to!"
"He's actually finished a sugarcane and started on a second one!"
"He's turned on the car's music, and even reclined his seat. Is he planning to race in such a casual posture, or has he given up on the race?"
"Look, Mr. Zhang nglong has finished the second sugarcane and then put his left hand in his pocket. Could he really be planning to finish the race with just one hand?"
"What the hell is this guy doing?" the scions in the VIP room watched, grinding their teeth in anger – this was simply a slap in their faces!
Finally, Skliri's car appeared at the finish line, he was about to complete the first place!
At that mont, Zhang nglong's gaze transford astonishingly, radiating an entirely different aura from just monts ago. His eyes beca cool and ruthless.
As that car brushed past Zhang nglong, he finally stepped on the accelerator.
"Boom!" The silver-white Wuling Hongguang's rear shot out two blue flas, propelling forward furiously like an arrow released from its bow.
A 1.82-second acceleration to 100 kiloters per hour might sound similar to the others' 2-plus seconds, but on the racetrack, that mont can an a difference of several tens of ters!
The Wuling Hongguang caught up with Skliri's car in an instant and even stretched the distance by a significant margin.
"Holy shit! Is that really a Wuling Hongguang? I'd believe it if you told
it's a rocket!"
"This must be one of those legendary Krypton Gold tycoons, right? A 2 billion US Dollar car modification, it's like punching down from another realm!"
"It's too fast, too fast!"
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"What use is speed?" Skliri sneered disdainfully. This track had only one long straight stretch before the first sharp curve of 140 degrees.
Even if he took the curve, he could only maintain a speed of 220 kiloters per hour at best, and Park Young-jun, with his top-level drifting skills, could only reach 236 kiloters per hour.
How would it matter if Zhang nglong's car could exceed 500 kiloters per hour on the straight? Could he really take the curve at that speed?
But the next instant, his worldview crumbled.
"He really hasn't slowed down! Mr. Zhang nglong hasn't slowed down!" Skliri couldn't see Zhang nglong's car, but he could hear the comntary about his situation.
"Mr. Zhang nglong's current speed is 527 kiloters per hour, and he's less than 50 ters from the first major curve. He doesn't seem to want to slow down at all!"
"Screech!"
"My God, he actually started drifting so early! With such a distance, if he's not careful, the front of the car could crash directly into the cliff wall!"
"Oh, Lord, he made it! He actually made it!"
"The optical cara shows that Mr. Zhang nglong's car was less than 1 centiter from the cliff! Is he a god?"
"Incredible! Data coming from the scene shows that Mr. Zhang nglong took the curve at 511 kiloters per hour!"
"Everyone, look at the cara, he's only using one hand! He's really operating the car with just one hand!"
"And he's taken out another sugarcane!"
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