"Vroom!"
With a beastlike roar, the Sky Wolf Racing Car driven by Zhao Zhoufan suddenly accelerated, hurtling into the first half of the first downhill bend at a jaw-dropping speed.
Facing the high-speed bend, Zhao Zhoufan remained calm. He turned the steering wheel and lightly applied the brakes to balance the car.
Once the car was a third of the way through the bend, he held the steering wheel steady, touching neither the accelerator nor the brake and letting it carry on at that speed.
The instant he exited the bend, Zhao Zhoufan snapped the steering wheel back. As the car straightened, he slammed down on the accelerator.
"Whoosh!"
At that instant, the Sky Wolf Racing Car shot forward like lightning, as though a rocket had been strapped to it.
The spectators saw only a black blur flash past. By the time they registered what had happened, the Sky Wolf Racing Car had all but closed the gap with the Flying Racing Car.
"You'll never beat me!" Once out of the bend, a fierce glint flashed through Zhao Zhoufan's eyes. He clipped another perfect apex, smoothly linking his racing lines together.
The Sky Wolf Racing Car's taillights lit up as its brakes squealed. Its rear traced an elegant arc before drifting past right alongside the mountain road's guardrail.
From a distance, its taillights seemed to linger above the guardrail in a dazzling display.
Amid a piercing screech of friction, another beautiful drift carried the Sky Wolf Racing Car past the Flying Racing Car at the fifth downhill bend, putting it in the lead.
"Wow!" Zhao Zhoufan's crucial overtake on the downhill stretch had everyone in the Track Seven spectator area applauding and cheering.
The Flying Racing Car was a standard racing car with poor grip on downhill stretches. On top