Su Susu, the Mysterious Male God of Quick Transmigration

Chapter 261 Quickly and Dangerously, Messed with Xiao Leng Andi (62)
The shout fell, and everyone's eyes were cast on the two cars that were stuck together.

In the black racing car, the main god of the "Youth" curled his thin lips, and a trace of treachery flashed in his eyes.

senior……

Do you think that if you don't change tires, you will be able to maintain the leading edge?
With a flash of thought, Yan Wu looked at the rear of the car in front and stepped on the accelerator hard.

With a flick of the steering wheel, he rushed to Pei Sen's side in an instant!
"pretty!!!"

The male commentator yelled excitedly.

"Ling caught up with the Nexant's wake. This is a textbook maneuver! ... Wait, the Nexant has also accelerated! The two cars are now driving side by side! Oh, there is a curve in front of you! Who will turn first? !"

The dryness in the air burns instantly.

On the track, the fronts of the two cars pierced the corner almost simultaneously.

"This line..."

The experienced male commentator judged the situation in an instant.

"Obviously Ling has the upper hand! Lacente is in danger!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the red racing car suddenly turned to one side.

"It's over! The Nexant skidded, it seems that the worn rain tires are still too reluctant..."

People were stunned immediately, and their hearts were raised.

Some viewers even closed their eyes in fear.

No, next second.

The red racing car flicked its tail and slid across the curve.

Water splashes.

The flame flashed through extremely quickly, blocking all the way forward.

Yan Wu's pupils shrank in the black racing car, and she had to stop the speed.

"Chi -" a sound.

The two cars roared out of the bend.

The one who rushed out first was still...Pei Sen.

"My God, my God!"

After a few seconds of dead silence, the female commentator screamed.

"Is that a drift!? Oh my god, a high-speed drift on an F1 circuit...it's not just any nonsense underground car racing!"

"It's because the tires are too worn!"

The male commentator sighed: "Lack of grip, if he turns normally, he won't be able to prevent Ling at all!"

"But if one is not careful, I'm afraid he will rush off the track!" The female commentator shook her head.

"Isn't this risking your life? Are you crazy?"

"Who says it's not the case? But aren't it just two madmen who are fighting now?"

……

Amidst the conversation, the atmosphere in the audience became tense.

Lap 59.

Lap 60.

……

Time passed by minute by minute.

The two cars of the first echelon galloped on the track, constantly staging offensive and defensive battles.

Until the last lap finally came.

Yan Wu's offensive became more and more fierce.

The first hairpin bend.

The first hairpin bend.

3rd...

Side by side on the straight, butt on the corner.

Amidst the roar of the engine, the two cars really fought like crazy.

Black and red are intertwined.

His routing is as weird as a phantom, and "his" driving is as precise as a machine.

But at this moment, the two completely different styles collided in one place, leaving only madness.

On another straight, the two cars passed side by side again.

In front of us, there is only the last bend left.

"This is a hairpin before the finish line! The outcome will be determined here!"

The commentator screamed at the top of his lungs.

People outside the paddock stood up.

The online audience also gritted their teeth.

It seemed that the eyes of the whole world were focused on this moment.

Under the eyes of all the people, two cars entered the curve at the same time.

The wind whistled in my ears.

Yan Wu stepped on the accelerator, only feeling the blood burning.

The steering wheel swings naturally.

In the few tenths of a second that pierced the curve, the Lord God of the "Youth" abandoned all calculations for the first time, and rushed into the curve with intuition.

(End of this chapter)