Seeing everyone's eyes on him, Matsuboto Kono showed a hint of pride in his eyes. It seed that these Chinese also had heard of his reputation.
"Don't worry, Dafeng-kun. I am sure to win this race."
The Japanese youth in a kimono nodded slightly to Qiu Dafeng, showing an arrogant expression, and said in accented Chinese.
These amateur Chinese racers, in his eyes, how high could their driving skills be? If this race could help Miss Kaori win, he could connect himself with the Asakawa Clan, one of Japan's top three families.
"Who are you sending to race?"
Qiu Dafeng scanned Tang Yingying and her group, finally landing his gaze on Qin Yang and the Bugatti Veyron behind him.
"It should be you, right?"
Qiu Dafeng stared at Qin Yang. He had already looked into so of Qin Yang's information. This kid was the one who drove the Bugatti Veyron and left him behind the other day and also the one who gifted the Longevity Fruit at the old Long master's birthday banquet. He didn't know what background this kid ca from.
"Are you the one racing against ? To show respect, I will use all my strength. I hope I won't pull too far ahead of you."
Matsuboto Kono walked up to Qin Yang, examining the young Chinese, with a haughty look in his eyes, speaking condescendingly.
"Talk all you want once you win."
Qin Yang glanced at this so-called Kono, replying indifferently.
"Hmph, how dare you belittle a racer from the Great Japanese Empire!"
Matsuboto Kono's face darkened, showing a hint of anger, he coldly glanced at Qin Yang before entering the Pagani Son of Ghosts.
"This Longevity Fruit and that two billion cheque, I, Qiu Dafeng, am determined to get them."
Qiu Dafeng slowly clenched his fist, glanced at Qin Yang and Tang Yingying, and the others, then sat in the front passenger seat.
Qin Yang couldn't bother with these two fools, directly sat into the Bugatti Veyron. Tang Yingying followed in.
In such racing events, besides the racers, the two main participants must also sit in the front passenger seat.
Vroom~! Vroom~!
The engines roared, a Pagani Son of Ghosts, and a Bugatti Veyron, both advanced to the starting line.
These two vehicles are top-tier world-class cars, and among top-tier cars, their performance is excellent. Plus, this race was a face-off between the Qiu Family and the Tang Family, two of the seven minor clans. It instantly grabbed everyone's attention.
Ahead of the starting line, there was a red-green traffic light spanning the middle, with only two lights, one red and one green. The race begins when the green light turns on.
Beep, beep, beep!
The red light beeped thrice and then switched to green the next second.
Zoom! Zoom!
As soon as the green light appeared, the two race cars shot out like arrows off the string, reaching speeds over three hundred kiloters per hour within a few short seconds.
"What a fast speed."
"This is so exciting."
"Neck and neck, that boy's speed can match Matsuboto Kono."
"..."
Onlookers exclaid in awe, especially seeing the cars rush out, truly thrilling, and the scene was instantly filled with excitent.
Racing has extrely high risks, with many racers perishing in races, but the explosive launch off the start line, the thrill of flooring the accelerator, and the accomplishnt of pulling ahead instantly attract many enthusiasts.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
On track, the two vehicles at extre speeds let out slight sonic booms.
The straight-line distance was five kiloters. Very soon, both cars disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Coming up on the first curve."
Everyone's eyes swiftly turned to the large screen near the starting point, which allowed spectators to view the real-ti race.
"Hmph, this Huaxia kid has so skills."
Matsuboto Kono shot Qin Yang, who was neck and neck with him, a cold look.
Screech! Screech!
Two sharp friction sounds rang out as both cars simultaneously entered the first curve.
Both vehicles drew an arc at the sa mont, but Matsuboto Kono's car on the inside had a smaller deviation.
Zoom!
Matsuboto Kono turned the steering wheel with extrely seasoned technique, stamped the accelerator, and the Pagani Son of Ghosts rounded the curve first, leaving Qin Yang behind by a car's length.
"Haha, Kono-san, truly the No.1 in the Asian racing scene."
Qiu Dafeng laughed heartily.
"A re Huaxia boy, how could he be a match for , Matsuboto Kono."
Matsuboto Kono's face showed a trace of arrogance.
Near the race starting point, the large screen also broadcasted the scene of the first curve.
"Oh no, Qin Yang was overtaken at the first curve."
Tang Huanhuan's face changed slightly.
"Don't worry, he will win."
Long iqing's clear eyes flickered with a firm look.
Inside the Bugatti, Qin Yang furrowed his brow slightly; this little Japanese was indeed a professional racer with much richer skills than himself.
"Hmph, but in the end, the loser will still be him."
Qin Yang snorted coldly, shifted gears to the highest, and floored the accelerator, the car speedoter peaked.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The two vehicles reached the second curve.
"Kono-san, at this curve, widen the gap with that kid again."
Qiu Dafeng's eyes glead.
When it cos to high-speed corner drifting, as a legend in the Asian racing scene, Kono-san was a notch above him. As long as the remaining seventeen curves can maintain a car's length gap, final victory would certainly belong to him, Qiu Dafeng.
"Worry not, Dafeng-kun. Victory is ours."
Matsuboto Kono nodded, eyes glinting with arrogance, and his hands and feet moved swiftly.
"Celestial Eye Opening."
Qin Yang activated the Celestial Eye, his eyes filling with a faint blue hue.
In the Pagani ahead, Matsuboto Kono's cornering maneuvers appeared vividly in Qin Yang's sight.
Screech! Screech!
In everyone's eyes, both cars simultaneously showed identical drifting arcs, turning the curve with equally graceful motions.
At this mont, if soone were inside both cars, they would find that Qin Yang's and Matsuboto Kono's movents were exactly the sa, as if cut from the sa mold.
Under the Celestial Eye Opening, all Matsuboto Kono's cornering skills were exposed without doubt, and Qin Yang imdiately adjusted his maneuvers to replicate the sa cornering techniques.
Zoom! Zoom!
After the second curve, on the straight track, the gap between the two vehicles didn't widen by a car's length as Qiu Dafeng expected.
"What's going on?"
Qiu Dafeng was stunned for a mont; the speed at which that kid took the corner wasn't any slower than their car.
"Damn it, this Chinese really has so skills."
Matsuboto Kono's expression changed as he saw in the rearview mirror, the kid's previous cornering skills and movents were not inferior to his own.
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