Ren Yuanhao took a deep breath, his eyes filled with red bloodshot lines, veins bulging on his temples. With Absolute Perception engaged, the entire world seemed to narrow down to just himself, the race car, and the track!
"Yaaah—"
Ren Yuanhao shouted, the roar of the engine his accompaniment.
"Man and machine, become one!"
Ren Yuanhao felt every component of the race car as clear and transparent as the cells of his own body. The subtle coordination between the suspension and shock absorbers; the perfect integration of the front and rear drive systems; and the power connection between the steering wheel and the transmission—all these things, like incredibly clear veins, flowed into his brain.
He allowed his brain to issue commands. With a sharp turn of the steering wheel, the clutch, brakes, and accelerator acted like joints intimately connected to his body. With every slight adjustment, the car body would drift and accelerate at a perfect angle, using inertia!
RPM: 11000!
Beyond eight thousand RPM, the C4 was like a dragon emerging from the sea, its form shifting with the wind. At the very first hairpin bend, it had already pulled up behind Lin Feng's spoiler.
Lin Feng felt as if thorns were pricking his back. The flickering headlights ignited the competitive spirit within him, and he suddenly stomped on the accelerator.
RPM: 11000!
This was already a battle beyond limits, a contest where only the persistent and the fearless could prevail.
At this moment, everyone fell silent. The heavens and earth were steeped in a somber stillness, an intangible force transforming into a searing wind that raged across the sky!
Ren Yuanhao’s mind was crystal clear. The final three hairpin bends in the navigation appeared like a flash of lightning, a perfect route clearly displayed, waiting only for his hands and feet to execute.
"It's over, Lin Feng!"
Ren Yuanhao roared. The Citroën C4, as if sensing the driver's will, executed two consecutive drifts, nearly losing its rear wheels, and shot out diagonally!
As the lights flashed past Lin Feng’s eyes, his spirit shattered into pieces. Ren Yuanhao, having executed a perfect overtake, surged across the finish line with the help of the airflow. The audience, who had been holding their breath, suddenly erupted in a thunderous roar of cheers!
Huang Ming precisely timed the stopwatch, his heart trembling, and muttered in disbelief, "He... he broke the record!"
When Zhao Che heard this sentence through the intercom, the entire crowd's emotions were pushed to a fever pitch!
"Damn, I can't believe that pretty boy, oh wait, that rookie who just got his license, actually beat a professional racer!"
"Winning is one thing, but he even broke the record! You know, if they could have cleared the track completely, this time would have been even better!"
"What's his name? He's really gained fans with his skills!"
A group of young fangirls cast hostile glances at Zhang Yingfang, who sat slumped on the ground with a gentle smile on her face.
Just then, the host seemed to finally recover from a state of shocked silence. Tears streaming down his face, he exclaimed, "The champion of this rally is, is, what was his name again?"
He suddenly remembered that before the race started, he hadn't bothered to ask the young man's name. After all, it was an age-old adage that only the victor would be remembered.