255: Chapter 225 Collision (Fourth Update) 255: Chapter 225 Collision (Fourth Update) Wang Xionghui became excited, nearly roaring out loud.
Although he was an amateur driver, his driving skills weren’t bad either.
At this death curve, if it were him, he would definitely slow down to the lowest speed.
Drifting, he could do it, but goddamn, drifting at the moment of landing, what kind of sorcery is that?
At the same time, a group of street racers were thoroughly shocked.
Holy shit, they had been racing for so long, crashing at the death curve numerous times, some even ended up in the hospital for several months.
Fuck, they could actually get through !
“666666, Zhang Fan is mighty, this move, worth a hundred rockets!”
Suddenly, Yang Haochen’s live streaming room’s popularity shot into the top three.
“Damn it, it’s this guy again, what the hell, has their live streaming room gone mad?”
“Come on, bros, let’s check it out.”
When a group of people arrived in the live streaming room, they were instantly stunned by the racing footage on Zhang Fan’s side.
“Holy shit, street racing?”
“No way, the host isn’t street racing, is he?
This guy just knows how to play games; when did he start racing?”
“Who the hell cares, this is so thrilling, worth a round of rockets.”
However, Wang Xionghui screamed again on his end.
“WM Hell’s Kiss, Zhang Fan and the others are almost at WM Hell’s Kiss.
This place is even crazier than the death curve.
We can see it very clearly from here; it looks like a giant WM.
I myself have crashed here no less than fifty times.”
“For Zhang Fan, who is unfamiliar with the terrain, I am quite worried.
Although he just overtook Yi Bing with a leap, this is hell’s home court for Yi Bing.
Plus, this guy has been like a fish in water here; I’ve seen him easily get through three times.”
Worry filled Wang Xionghui’s eyes.
“What’s Hell’s Kiss?” Weng Shuang asked Weng Yufeng.
Weng Yufeng’s eyes narrowed to slits.
“Hell’s Kiss is arguably the most difficult part of the entire track, a WM shape that forms six terrifying curves, with each curve exceeding 120 degrees and only ten meters between them.
Apart from drifting, forget getting through.
Moreover, the drifting angle here is very large; if you are not careful, you’ll hit the corner.
One such drift is hard enough for us, let alone six.
Right now, I can only manage three; the rest, I must carefully inch through.
That’s why it’s called Hell’s Kiss.”
Weng Yufeng explained, but the next moment, his eyes widened in shock because Zhang Fan had already entered the final ten meters.
“Tsk, this place, only Yi Bing can pass perfectly, everyone else, don’t even think about it,” said a driver.
Inside the car, Zhang Fan was filled with excitement.
A minute’s time had his blood boiling.
He had examined this side of the track before coming over, viewing it in full from atop a factory, so he naturally knew where he was.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have recklessly leaped and drifted.
Yi Bing, on the other hand, had a brilliant smile on his face.
WM corner was not too difficult for him.
Although he was a little behind, he had complete confidence he could overtake here.
Moreover, he didn’t believe that Zhang Fan, on his first run here, could get past Hell’s Kiss.
The roaring of the engine was so clear that even Wang Xionghui and his group standing beside the factory could hear it vividly.
“They’ve accelerated!”
A group of drivers whispered almost in unison.
“Yi Bing is playing hardball, huh?
To accelerate here,” one of them said.
But the next moment, his eyes widened in disbelief.
The sound of the engines indicated that both cars were accelerating.
“Shit, has Zhang Fan gone crazy?”
At this moment, even Wang Xionghui was stunned.
Fuck, it’s his first time racing here, and he’s daring to speed up?
“Fan, are you out of your mind?
There’s a few kilometers left; you can totally slow down.” Wang Xionghui said through gritted teeth.
The sound of the brake pads grinding and the tires screeching intertwined.
Zhang Fan’s car drifted elegantly the moment it entered the first curve.
The whole car sounded as if it had been hit by a truck, its rear sliding back.
The racers who saw this scene were completely astounded.
“Shit, that drift was perfect.”
Weng Yufeng almost jumped up, watching the car body parallel to the race track, shouting in disbelief.
“Damn, what am I seeing, a perfect drift, the most perfect drift ever, without a doubt.” Wang Xionghui exclaimed excitedly.
However, the next moment, Zhang Fan’s car sped up again.
“With only ten meters to go, if you want to drift smoothly through the next curve, you have to pick up speed, otherwise, you can’t drift,” Wang Xionghui continued to roar.
Yi Bing’s car also drifted into the first curve, but now, no one was paying attention to him.
Everyone’s eyes were dead fixed on Zhang Fan’s car.
“It’s coming, the second curve!”
“Shit, another perfect drift, again, my god, could it be that our Fan has raced here before?
How else could he perform such perfect drifting?
You’ve got to know the exact curvature of the bend to drift like that.”
Wang Xionghui was utterly shocked, his voice hysterical.
“The third curve, and Fan is accelerating again, my god, it can’t be another perfect drift.”
No sooner had he spoken than Wang Xionghui held his breath.
“Heaven, the third perfect drift!”
In that moment, inside the entire factory, only Wang Xionghui’s voice could be heard.
But in the hearts of the others in the cars, a towering wave had risen.
Shit, that’s impossible!
To keep Yi Bing firmly behind, afraid to overtake, making three perfect drifts, has he hacked the system!
“Fuck, Fan is a monster!”
“Coming up to the sixth one, the last bend, once past this point, the road ahead is clear sailing, no difficulties at all, victory, will be decided at this moment!”
Wang Xionghui’s voice was filled with excitement, his breathing became extremely rapid, as if he was driving himself.
“Yi Bing is preparing to overtake, he’s upped his speed by a notch, heaven, is he making his final gamble?”
Wang Xionghui caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and suddenly focused on Yi Bing’s car.
“Bing, the last curve, the final chance, go for it!”
“Heh, daring to overtake at this time, aren’t you afraid of flipping your car?” Weng Yufeng chuckled.
But in the next instant, his complexion turned pale.
“Shit, that bastard, he’s planning to crash!”
Weng Yufeng’s voice startled Wang Xionghui as well.
“Fuck, what the hell, Fan is already drifting, that bastard’s going to crash into him, it’s guaranteed to flip.”
But at that time, Yi Bing’s car’s front had already touched the rear of Zhang Fan’s car.
Suddenly, Zhang Fan’s car, its wheels left the ground!