Around the bend.
The last member of the Yamamoto team, Koike, had just driven out of the turn when his vision suddenly blurred, and he saw the Wuling Hongguang overtake him from the inside.
The drift kicked up the sound of tires screeching and smoke filled the air, obscuring his view of the road ahead. He was startled at first, then stared blankly at the back of the Wuling, his mind buzzing like a swarm of bees!
He was overtaken?
I was actually overtaken by a Wuling Hongguang?
Although he was the worst driver on the team, he was still ranked in the top ten on Mount Akina. He never imagined he would be overtaken by a Wuling. This was a great disgrace!
A stain on his career!
In that second, as he thought about his future, his entire world turned gray.
"Baka, he's not braking!!"
After following the Wuling through another turn, Koike cursed.
Then, he saw that the Wuling driven by Su Yu was already approaching his teammate ahead.
"Overtake him!" The absurd thought suddenly flashed through Koike's mind.
As long as Su Yu overtook his teammate, someone else would share his fate. People were often like this.
After failing himself, he wished even more for his comrades to fail, so that when he received criticism, he would at least have a companion.
Koike's heart filled with anticipation.
Seeing the next turn in the distance, he turned off his microphone and muttered, "Overtake him! Overtake him!"
As expected, the same scenario as before unfolded. The Wuling Hongguang showed no deceleration in the turn. The car body tilted as if it were about to flip, but just as it reached its limit, it was corrected. The silver Wuling Hongguang drew a beautiful arc and overtook his teammate from the inside.
"Satisfying..." Koike was so excited he almost wanted to applaud, but he was still driving and held back.
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"Unbelievable! The Wuling has overtaken two supercars consecutively!"
"What am I seeing, I must be hallucinating!!"
"Is this even humanly possible?"
"I can't accept this. Yamamoto's team is the strongest on Mount Akina. They must be throwing the race!"
"I remember the race rules said the Chinese guy couldn't even see Yamamoto's taillights, right?"
"He's already overtaken two cars. In the upcoming turns, the speeds won't be too high, which means the Chinese guy has won?"
"Baka! Useless Yamamoto!"
The mood shifted incredibly fast.
Just moments ago, the spectators were eagerly waiting for Yamato Hinakawa and his team to crush this arrogant Chinese driver. Now, this Chinese driver had delivered two resounding slaps to Yamamoto's team.
What they found most unacceptable was that Yamamoto and his team were driving professional supercars, while the Chinese guy was driving a delivery Wuling!
"What's going on!" Yamamoto Hinakawa almost lost control and crashed into the guardrail upon hearing in his earpiece that his teammates were being overtaken.
"I don't know, he's very fast through the corners, and he doesn't brake. He's been using the handbrake for drifting!" Koike relayed all the information he had to Yamamoto.
Not braking on a winding and treacherous mountain road like Mount Akina was practically suicidal.
But Yamamoto knew Koike wouldn't lie to him, nor would he dare to.
He could already see the Wuling Hongguang in his rearview mirror.
However, there was a sharp turn ahead, and with no time to react, he instinctively maneuvered his car through the corner, then roared into the microphone, "Kitahara, block him!"
Unfortunately, Kitahara behind him was too slow. He was already in the outer lane, and it was a sharp turn. He was struggling just to stabilize his car, let alone block Su Yu.
"Baka! Baka!!"
Kitahara cursed furiously as he watched the Wuling Hongguang overtake him.
"Shut up! Stop the noise!" Yamamoto Hinakawa said with a dark expression, watching the Wuling Hongguang in his rearview mirror. An invisible pressure began to build within him.
He had once had the honor of racing against a world-class American race car driver, but he was merely a foil, just like his subordinates now. They were overtaken at the second turn and were left to eat exhaust fumes.
He clearly remembered that in that race, the opponent had left him far behind in the first half, creating a huge gap throughout the entire race. In the later consecutive turns, he couldn't even see the opponent's taillights.
The pressure he felt from this Wuling now brought back the fear of being dominated by a world-class race car driver.
"Impossible, even a world-class race car driver might not be able to do this with a broken Wuling. There's something wrong with this car, it's modified!!"
It had to be!
This Su Yu was deliberately acting like an amateur to lull him into a false sense of security, but he was actually a master, and that Wuling's engine must be incredibly powerful!
Only this explanation made sense!
Yamamoto Hinakawa slammed the accelerator to the floor, unleashing his full strength!
Ahead lay the five consecutive hairpin turns.
As long as he could block him, his last shred of dignity would remain!
At this moment, Yamamoto Hinakawa no longer cared about the race rules. He was focused on how to stop this Wuling!
The first turn.
Blocked!
The second turn, he saw from his rearview mirror that the opponent was taking the outer line at extreme speed. At the last moment of entering the turn, he swerved his car to block the opponent, but as his action began, his heart tightened suddenly!
He had been tricked!
But how could he possibly manage such a rapid lane change at this angle?
*Crack!*
A strange sound echoed.
The piercing shriek of tires from the side sliced through the air, and a silver gleam flashed before his eyes!
He saw the Wuling Hongguang overtake him from the inside, its tires trailing thick smoke!
Then, with another beautiful pendulum drift, it entered the next turn!
"How is this possible..."
Yamamoto Hinakawa's mind was filled with the shocking image of being overtaken!
The ditch corner!
Even Yamamoto himself only used the ditch corner for show. During a race, he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't make a mistake.
But this Chinese guy could actually use such a technique in a race, and he used it perfectly!
How could he do it?
Who was he?
At this moment, countless questions arose in Yamamoto Hinakawa's mind.
Meanwhile, the spectators waiting at the five hairpin turns were utterly silent.
The roar of the engines and the screeching of tires echoed in the air!
The faces of the crowd were etched with intense shock and even fear!
"Holy crap!" Zhang Qingyun gasped, witnessing Su Yu overtake Yamamoto Hinakawa.
"Holy crap, he really managed to show off!" Zhang Yang exclaimed, a relieved smile appearing on his lips amidst his astonishment.
As for Gu Qianqian, her mouth hung open, her jaw almost hitting the ground.
Su Yu's consecutive overtakes had shocked her even more than any Hollywood blockbuster!
It ignited an incredibly strong passion and pride within her!
The onlookers finally reacted.
Yamamoto Hinakawa, the strongest driver on Mount Akina, had lost!
He was overtaken by a Chinese person driving a Chinese car in the five consecutive hairpin turns!
"Useless Yamamoto!!"
"He lost, lost to a Chinese person, what a disgrace to us Great Yamato people!"
"I never expected to lose in this way, but watching the entire race, this Chinese guy is truly amazing."
"Amazing my foot, Yamamoto is just too trashy!"
"Over the years, his body has been drained by women; he's no longer the invincible Yamamoto of the past."
Anger, helplessness, disbelief.
Various emotions surged through the crowd.
No one had expected that Yamamoto, known as the number one on Mount Akina, would lose to a young Chinese man, and in such an absurd manner, losing to a Wuling Hongguang!
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