"Wow!" Upon hearing Zhang Menglong’s words, the whole venue erupted in astonishment.
What did he mean by saying setting off at the same time 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 someone 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 someone a one-lap head start in a two-lap race, that was simply a joke. In order to win, it meant 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 someone a lap’s lead was like grinding their intelligence into the ground.
Until now, the fastest completion time at Longyou’s mountain circuit was 13 minutes 13.62 seconds, with an average speed of around 218 kilometers per hour. That was already an outstanding speed.
But that record was merely set by a top-level Huaxian racer, whose skills barely reached the international average.
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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 kilometers per hour. That is to say, Zhang Menglong’s average speed would need to exceed 500 kilometers per hour to possibly win.
But was that even possible? Even if he could reach 500 kilometers per hour on a straightaway, what about at the corners?
The former 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 came, he surely couldn’t drive to such a degree, right?
"Zhang Menglong 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 me 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 Menglong, if you lose, I’ll despise you for life!"
"Fuck, are you an idiot? Giving a one-lap lead?"
"Zhang Menglong, what the hell are you doing? Even for showing off, you’re overdoing it!"
"Zhang Menglong, you’re too arrogant!" The four Gods of Cars, who didn’t see Zhang Menglong’s Wuling Hongguang in their rearview mirrors, were initially self-satisfied. Although Menglong inherited the car of a God of Cars, that didn’t necessarily mean his skills were on par.
However, they heard this shocking news through the live broadcast at the venue.
The insult was extreme, 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 Menglong, just wait to be utterly disgraced!"
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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 Menglong.
"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 kilometers per hour, a full 30 kilometers 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 kilometers per hour!"
"The speed of the third-place driver from Kyoto One is 250.8 kilometers per hour!"
At the moment, 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 Menglong 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 Menglong 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 moment, Zhang Menglong’s gaze transformed astonishingly, radiating an entirely different aura from just moments ago. His eyes became cool and ruthless.
As that car brushed past Zhang Menglong, he finally stepped on the accelerator.
"Boom!" The silver-white Wuling Hongguang’s rear shot out two blue flames, propelling forward furiously like an arrow released from its bow.
A 1.82-second acceleration to 100 kilometers per hour might sound similar to the others’ 2-plus seconds, but on the racetrack, that moment can mean a difference of several tens of meters!
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 me 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 kilometers per hour at best, and Park Young-jun, with his top-level drifting skills, could only reach 236 kilometers per hour.
How would it matter if Zhang Menglong’s car could exceed 500 kilometers 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 Menglong hasn’t slowed down!" Skliri couldn’t see Zhang Menglong’s car, but he could hear the commentary about his situation.
"Mr. Zhang Menglong’s current speed is 527 kilometers per hour, and he’s less than 50 meters 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 camera shows that Mr. Zhang Menglong’s car was less than 1 centimeter from the cliff! Is he a god?"
"Incredible! Data coming from the scene shows that Mr. Zhang Menglong took the curve at 511 kilometers per hour!"
"Everyone, look at the camera, 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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