Bli

nd attack

Zhang Heng watched car after car overtake him. Of course, he felt a little helpless.

After all, no matter how glorious its history was, the Santana's fundamentals were what they were. There was no way it could outrun sports cars, and to keep the engine and tires from blowing, he could not make too many aggressive maneuvers.

Still, the current situation was within his expectations. He had read the reference materials sent over earlier. The first half of the course was quite unfavorable to him, and all he could do was cling to the main pack and avoid falling too far behind.

It was not until the second half that it would be time for him to exert himself.

When Zhang Heng spotted the construction site in the distance, he immediately turned off his headlights. With the Filter Lens in hand, headlights made no difference to him anyway. Turning them off would instead make it harder for the cars ahead to determine his position.

It was said that Takumi Fujiwara had used this move in Initial D as well.

He had even given it a name—blind attack.

It was probably like a blinding attack in a game.

Zhang Heng drove the Santana straight toward the construction site.

If the young man in the Porsche 911 could have seen it, he would probably have been shocked by Zhang Heng's choice. Rather than detouring like everyone else, he maintained his speed, smashed through the half-closed gate, and plunged headfirst into the construction site.

Not far ahead was an overturned concrete mixer. Considering that the Santana was currently traveling at high speed, most people probably would not have had time to evade it if caught off guard. But with the Filter Lens, Zhang Heng had taken in everything around him. The