Car Racing without Money

Chapter 853: Chapter 350: Wielding the Broadsword Before Guan Gong (Part 2)

"Left 3 sharp turn, hard brake to slow down."

"Exit the turn to the right, full throttle, straight 200."

Emily methodically reported the roadbook, with many of the track data modified based on Chen Xiangbei’s feedback and habits from last night.

As they hit the Monte Carlo track once more, the memory from Chen Xiangbei’s past life became increasingly clear, those key bends and special markers seemed to all appear in his mind, allowing him to control without any hesitation.

The speed of reaction and proficiency that Chen Xiangbei displayed was as if he had run this track countless times!

"Driver Bei’s start speed was extremely fast, detected by the instrument at only 0.2 seconds, this almost reaches the human limit and is consistent with his usual quick reaction feature in the F1 Paddock."

"As can be seen, the difference between the car and the event hasn’t affected Bei in any way nor caused any discomfort, he has demonstrated an amazing ability to adapt, this is the talent and strength of a historical-level F1 rookie!"

Red praised Chen Xiangbei’s starting performance with enthusiasm, he himself very much appreciated this young Chinese man, plus his role as an F1 commentator naturally carried a bias.

Just like the live audience couldn’t bear to hear the F1 fans bragging, WRC commentator Allen sitting in the same studio felt a bit dissatisfied.

"The previous WRC drivers had a similarly fast start speed, moreover the reaction time involves a great deal of randomness, the F1 events similarly often have starting faint scenes."

"True talent and strength still depend on their speed and time, SS1 segment Leb took only 1 minute 33 seconds 88 to pass, which had surpassed his speed from the last edition, if nothing unexpected happens he will crush to victory!"

Allen spoke with great confidence, in the realm of Rally, no one could beat Sebastian Leb, not even a deity.

On the WRC tracks, Sebastian Leb is the god!

Neither the audience nor the commentators could influence Chen Xiangbei and Emily in the slightest.

There’s a line in "Racing Life" that says, rally tracks don’t have wheel-to-wheel combat, your opponent has always been only yourself.

Chen Xiangbei stepped on the gas pedal deeply, constantly accelerating, even to the point where spectators on either side of the track couldn’t see the car body clearly, only a streak of light flashed through their view in the night.

"Prepare to jump in the next 100, land steadily, right turn 30 meters ahead."

"60 meters ahead there’s a pothole obstacle on the left side, beware of avoiding it."

"After a straight path of 45 meters, cut the throttle entering the dirt."

Emily continuously reported the critical information of the route’s nodal points, a hint of tension and anxiety subtly evident in her tone.

The reason, no other than, Chen Xiangbei was driving too fast!

Emily herself was a youth training learner who drove rally cars from a young age, limited by the physical factors of being female, couldn’t reach the top-tier level, thus transforming into a navigator joining the Ford Youth Team.

To be honest, through cooperation and trial partnering, she paired with several world-class rally drivers, none of whom were as crazy as Chen Xiangbei.

To describe this guy’s driving style in one sentence, it’s the gas pedal to the floor, leave the rest to fate!

Especially when the car transitioned from asphalt into the dirt, the speeding vehicle charged into the mud without hesitation, instantly churning up a "mud rain" several meters long behind the car, while the entire body of the car kept swaying side to side, indicating it was experiencing both skidding and losing control.

Yet even so, Chen Xiangbei did not opt to ease the throttle, instead, he used extreme control to counteract the pendulum effect caused by the wheel skid.

Faced with such an edge-of-control scenario, Emily recalled what her grandfather once said, don’t be fooled by the Chinese Kid’s gentle and "shy" appearance, in reality, he is filled with aggressiveness and madness deep down.

As long as he has the opportunity to showcase, he’ll let you understand what it means to rather die than slow down.

To be honest, the endless mud rain matched with the endless night has already triggered an uncontrollable instinctual fear inside Emily, she was truly afraid that Chen Xiangbei would lose control and fly off the track.

After all, the two were merely temporary partners, without the kind of tacit understanding and trust formed through long-term training.

But now that Emily boarded the thief’s ship, there was no opportunity to get off. Her solution was to try not to focus on the scenes on either side of the track, eyes fixed dead ahead on nodal information, letting Chen Xiangbei drive however he would, virtually placing her life in his hands!

"Straight 50 meters, cut to right 1 hairpin turn."

A second or two later, the Fox RS, like skating on ice, carved a perfect arc within the hairpin, the rear nearly touching the track-edge barrier, so close that the few spectators closest to the barrier, watching as the car "crashed" towards them, stood stupefied in place, ate a mouthful of mud.

This kind of scene replayed several times over the subsequent turns, many thought Chen Xiangbei was just a step away from flying off the track or hitting someone, merely this step was like an insurmountable chasm, completely blocked.

This is the essence of professional racing, there’s never absolutely safe speeds and controls, always skirting the edge of losing control.

Whoever gets closer to that line of losing control, the faster their speed will be!

In Rally Camp where team members from each team focus not on Chen Xiangbei dancing on the edge, but more on the intuitive car speed and time.

SS1 segment, Chen Xiangbei clocked a time of 1 minute 33 seconds 76, leading Leb by 0.12 seconds!