"Holy... holy shit..."
"I never believed in God before, but I do now!"
"My mom asked me why I’m on my knees watching the live broadcast..."
"Boss Zhang, can you check if I’m kneeling properly? I can do 200 other positions, I’ll show them all to you in a bit!"
"Is this even human? He’s a monster, seriously a monster! Who doesn’t slow down on such a big curve?"
"I’ve seen this scene before, it was the same at yesterday’s Kart Rider World Championship!"
"Kart Rider is designed way too modestly for this game!"
"Aba, aba, aba, aba..."
"Suddenly I feel like Boss Zhang’s gaze is so cool!"
"Boss Zhang has always been handsome!"
"Who was just cursing Boss Zhang as a dumbass? Stand up now!"
...
In an instant, the whole scene was boiling over, and the barrage in every live broadcast room had exploded, with screens full of "666" and "holy shit". The terrifying skill displayed by Zhang Menglong was indeed on par with his own boasting.
Make way, he really has the talent!
"Spinning and leaping, I close my eyes..." With that classic yet rhythmic song, the Wuling Hongguang car zipped through the mountain roads like a ghost.
Large bends, continuous sharp turns, and even that super hairpin turn of one and a half circles, Zhang Menglong’s speed didn’t drop at all. While others hadn’t even finished half of their second lap, Zhang Menglong had already completed the first!
Average speed: 518 kilometers per hour
Average straight-line speed: 542 kilometers per hour
Average bend speed: 513 kilometers per hour
Lap time: 2 minutes 46 seconds 08
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"What kind of monster is he!" The rich second-generations who were just cursing Zhang Menglong had their jaws dropping.
"I take back what I said, if he’s a dumbass, I don’t even measure up to a dumbass!"
"I think we’ve been looking at Zhang Menglong as if he’s an ordinary person. Their levels are simply not on the same plane, this is like a dimensional strike!"
"This race has already become pointless, even if Zhang Menglong ends up losing, it won’t change the fact that he’s the world’s number one."
If the rich second-generations originally had some respect for Zhang Menglong because of his wealth, now his abilities had undoubtedly completely conquered these high-minded individuals.
"What’s happening? Why is the live broadcast getting laggier?"
"I heard that a lot of foreigners are bypassing the firewall to watch the match!"
"Damn, has this stirred the whole world?"
In fact, while this race had attracted countless attention domestically, abroad it had only piqued interest within racing circles; others didn’t show much enthusiasm.
But when Zhang Menglong’s boastful video was shared by foreign netizens on social media platforms, it triggered significant outrage. Could someone be so arrogant as to claim that they would lap the Gods of Cars in a race?
As the race was not yet over and Huaxia netizens were rooting for Zhang Menglong, naturally, foreign fans would also cheer for their favorite racers and take the opportunity to ridicule Zhang Menglong.
But when they each started flooding into the live broadcast, they were all stunned.
"Damn, what kind of car is this? Is this a professional racing car?"
"Oh, shit! God! Is this actually a human driving this car?"
"What kind of drifting is this, smida? The front of the car is almost crashing into the mountain, isn’t he afraid of wrecking the car and losing his life at such high speeds?"
"Madmen! Huaxia people are all madmen!"
...
"Yo, yo, yo, the foreign friends are here!"
"Welcome everyone to the live broadcast to watch Boss Zhang show off!"
"Just popping by, is this an imitation game? It’s really well made!"
"New fans, don’t panic. Boss Zhang’s style has always been this wild, we old fans are now watching the match on our knees."
"Everyone stay calm, these are just the basics. In Boss Zhang’s family, probably every driver is on this level."
"I just heard that Zhang Menglong seems to be the worst driver in his family."
"In Zhang Menglong’s family, if you can’t drift around corners at 500 kilometers per hour, they won’t let you get a driver’s license and hit the road."
"Hahaha, even Zhang Menglong’s fans have started to get sarcastic."
"Zhang Menglong originally just wanted to rescue a few people unobtrusively, but you had to challenge him; now, you’ve given him another chance to show off!"
"No no no, this isn’t Zhang Menglong showing off, this is him striking back with vigor! Can you call it showing off if he’s forced into it? That’s called being awesome!"
...
"How is this possible? This can’t be happening! This isn’t science!" The Australian God of Cars, Laurice Curtis, could already see the Wuling Hongguang continuously drifting around corners in his rearview mirror, sweat constantly sliding down his forehead.
"No way! I can’t let him overtake me!" Laurice began trying every trick in the book to interfere with Zhang Menglong’s overtaking in front of him.
But none of it was of any use!
The speed was simply too fast, for the Gods of Cars to drift at such a high speed around the corners, the massive centrifugal force would push their cars to the outside, thereby leaving the inside lane open.
But Zhang Menglong, he could control his drifting trajectory as he pleased, like a silver lightning, the Wuling Hongguang easily passed the pricey supercar.
Laurice only heard a young voice beside his ear, "Bro, need a hack?"
However, before he could comprehend what that meant, the Wuling Hongguang had already vanished into the bend up front, and he didn’t even get a clear view of its taillights!
"Block him, we can’t let him get past!" Keihou Ichiro and Park Young-jun had already forgotten about the rules of the race at this point; they were actually driving side by side, trying to maliciously interfere with Zhang Menglong’s overtaking!
But on the next bend, such a narrow road simply couldn’t accommodate two cars drifting at the same time, and their cars immediately became one in front of the other; and at that moment, Zhang Menglong once again elegantly overtook from the inside lane, passing by the cliff’s edge and the outer car with barely any distance to spare.
"Don’t even think about getting past!" Skliri struggled to occupy the center of the lane; in the bends, his skills were second only to Park Young-jun, and even when turning, he could still maintain the central path, with neither the left nor the right side being wide enough for a car to pass.
"Haha!" Skliri showed a triumphant smile.
"Despicable!"
"Shameless!"
"Wait, don’t forget, Zhang Menglong still has an ace up his sleeve!"
"Right, right, right, the ’razor pass’!"
"But this isn’t a straightaway, it’s a sharp turn!"
"Screech!" But Zhang Menglong didn’t disappoint; this time, clinging close to the exterior of the cliffside, that exquisite control allowed him to lift the inside wheels right off the ground, overtaking right over Skliri’s head.
"Holy shit!"
"Damn!"
"What do you call this? Razor drift?"
"Honey, come look at this wizardry!"
"How is this possible?" Skliri felt as if his soul had been critically hit; a razor pass combined with drifting, speeds over 500 kilometers per hour, this was already beyond his knowledge!
"Whoosh!" The Wuling Hongguang gracefully crossed the finish line and parked by the side of the road with flourish; those four tires were already in tatters, even giving off a burnt smell.
"Such intense drifting, and the tires only gave out after two laps."
"God of Cars, this is the real God of Cars, what American God of Cars, what Kaibong God of Cars? Are they even worth the title?"
"Toy cars, remote-controlled cars, Zhang Menglong could roll over them accidentally and wouldn’t even know."
The four supercars stopped at the finish, and the four Gods of Cars looked dejected, not even daring to glance at Zhang Menglong.
"Guys, please pry off your car emblems, and hand over your driver’s licenses and racing licenses," Zhang Menglong looked around at the one Wuling Hongguang, "Sorry, my car’s already covered in them, only space left is underneath, you guys won’t mind, right?"
"Zhang Menglong! You... You’re bullying us too much!"
"Good, you can speak idioms!" Zhang Menglong laughed, "But Huaxia culture is profound and vast; it seems you haven’t understood the meaning of this idiom. It wasn’t me who provoked you first, right? I said I didn’t want to compete because I was afraid you’d lose too badly!"
"But what about you? Clumsy yet love to mess around! You insisted on forcing me to race, and after losing, you still can’t accept it," Zhang Menglong shook his head, "Racing against you really is no fun!"
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"It’s just that you have a good car!" After grinding his teeth for a while, Skliri finally squeezed out this sentence.
"If you’re up for it, give it a go!" Zhang Menglong shrugged his shoulders, "With your taxi-level skills, not flipping my car would count as a loss for me!"
"You!" The crowd’s faces flushed from shades of green to purple, but they were powerless to retort.
If they tried to match Zhang Menglong’s speed, they wouldn’t even make it through one bend!
"Give it a try! Zhang Menglong said mockingly with a weird laugh, "Actually, I’m quite good at driving a hearse too — I could send you guys straight there!"