On the track, the speed and furious, the roar and the war, continue.

Fang Xiaowu no longer paid attention to Shi Quan's technical details, silently correcting the extreme bending speed in his mind.

The so-called ultimate bend speed is the highest theoretical muzzle velocity of a certain corner calculated at the beginning of the design of this track.

Factors such as the construction material, the width of the track, the angle of the corner, etc., all determine this theoretical muzzle velocity, and if it is exceeded, it will inevitably be too late to turn and get off the track.

The result is a rush to the shoulder of the road, or a crash into a protective belt, and it is very likely to ...... The car crashed and people died.

In addition to the design of the track, the performance and tire material of each car are different, so each car has its own limit cornering speed.

The ultimate cornering speed of McLaren P1 is much faster than Fang Xiaowu's current running speed!

In that case, come on!

The moment he straightened his back and stepped on the deep throttle, Fang Xiaowu always had two points of lazy eyes, and suddenly became extremely serious!

There's nothing left in the world but this track and that flaming R8!

Seriously cutting corners, seriously accelerating and decelerating, Fang Xiaowu took out the same momentum as when he was preparing for the college entrance examination, constantly impacting his own limits.

Crossing the line on the seventh lap, in the stunned eyes of everyone, there was only one body left between the two cars!

"I'm grass! There are still three laps, I can catch up!"

Zhao Zigang shouted out with a loud voice, like igniting an explosive bag, which immediately provoked an explosive reaction!

Xiaolu jumped with excitement: "Fifth brother is awesome! worthy of being my idol! I'm going to give him a monkey!"

"Fang, Fang Jun is still breaking through!"

Xiao Lin Qinghe, who was so arrogant that he only looked at people with his nostrils, looked at the two phantoms stupidly, and his eyes were about to hit the ground.

"Oh my God...... Fang Jun is a genius! He is a genius born for the track!"

The ruffian Lu clenched his fists tightly and muttered to himself in confusion: "Hurry, hurry up, pay attention to safety, be steady, don't rush to overtake!"

Cheng Yihang glanced at Chi Cheng and sneered arrogantly: "Cut! Win steadily, who gave you the confidence to make you think you could start celebrating in advance?"

Cheng Chi's face flushed with excitement, this was the first time he had lost his temper like this.

Seeing that P1 cut into the corner at high speed, exiting the corner at an extreme angle that almost touched the shoulder, leaving a brilliant arc in his pupils, he suddenly turned around and shouted: "Quick! Go and open my bottle of Romanée Conti!

Chi Cheng really wanted to return Cheng Yihang's words to Cheng Chi as they were.

Who gave you the confidence you thought you could start celebrating early?!

…… Spicy next door!Of course, it's Fang Xiaowu!

P1's current speed is almost like that of a predatory cheetah, approaching its fiery prey at breakneck speed......

Chi Cheng didn't even have the strength to fight, and lay on the floor-to-ceiling window without any image, staring nervously at the track.

On the eighth lap, turn T7.

Fang Xiaowu tried to overtake for the first time.

The faster muzzle velocity into the corner allowed the P1 to drift sideways across the center of the corner, still maintaining a very fast speed, and the rear wheel almost brushed the shoulder, but in the end it still did not touch, and the limit was skimmed.

However, Shi Quan did not choose to drift on the inside line, but took the middle line, which was stuck in a very beautiful position, so that Fang Xiaowu could not add up the speed at the most accurate power conversion moment.

It's okay, it's okay!

Now this gap, what is it called!

Fang Xiaowu calmly bit the R8LMS and did not try to overtake in the corner.

Out of T10 is a kilometer straight, as long as the spiral bend can bite, the straight overtaking, as easy as a hand!

Spiral triple bends, gripping, drifting, gripping, the distance is not thrown off!

In the midst of the pent-up wait that everyone was waiting with bated breath, P1 cut into the T11 corner first!

This is the only time in the whole game that Fang Xiaowu has taken the lead!

The key is to get ahead!

Seeing Fang Xiaowu cut into the T11 corner with an extraordinary muzzle velocity, and then cut out to the limit, magnifying the gap to one and a half bodies, the viewing hall suddenly burst into cheers!

"it, it, it!"

"Little Fifth Brother, come on, you are so handsome!"

"I'm going to fuck him! Xiaolu, you're still young, get out of here, let my sister go first!"

"Hahaha! I know! I know! Chizi never misses anyone!"

"Nima, then you were still pulling a dead man's face just now?!"

A group of rich second-generation young ladies finally tore off their polite coats, wildly burst into all kinds of foul language, and vented their excitement to the fullest.

In contrast, Chi Cheng's whole face was distorted, gritting his teeth, clenching his fists, and his head was stuck against the floor-to-ceiling window.

The ninth lap was still the most critical T7 turn.

The R8LMS, which was already two bodies behind, accelerated furiously, showing no signs of deceleration drift at all.

Seeing this scene, there was a burst of exclamations in the viewing hall.

"Damn!He's crazy?!"

"Yes, yes, that's it......" Chi Cheng muttered with a hideous expression, "Let them see the majesty of the mountain god!"

The mountain god Shi Quan, the king of the mountain road, finally showed his fangs at this moment.

At the end of the corner, the initial velocity of the R8LMS reached 125 km/s!

What is the concept of drifting back and turning at such a speed?

0.1 seconds out of control, the end is bound to be a rollover, there is absolutely no room for recovery!

"Crunch!"

A piercing scream like a ghost cry crossed the arena, pierced through the tempered glass, and pierced directly into everyone's ears.

In the next second, I saw the R8LMS skimming diagonally over the center of the corner in an almost completely out of control attitude, and then, at the moment when it was about to roll over, the right rear wheel suddenly hit the P1 body!

"Ahh

In the roaring scream, the front of the R8LMS was straight, the tires regained their grip on the ground, and with a foot of the accelerator, they jumped out of the corner!

And P1, which was originally subjected to huge centrifugal force and maintained a delicate and fragile balance, was hit by this huge force from the inside out, and suddenly lost control!

Xiaolu took the lead and let out a scream that could lift the roof of the shed!

"Ahh

However, just when everyone thought that P1 would be knocked off the track and hit the hard shoulder, P1 magically turned his head and regained control with a black trail on the rear wheel on the shoulder.

After a breath of relief, everyone found that there was cold sweat all over their bodies, and they were sticky.

Several women, led by Xiaolu, only felt that their bladders were about to collapse, and their legs were no longer clamped, but they couldn't bear to leave for a while, for fear of missing the last lap.

But......

"This grandson will definitely not be able to get out of the club today! Whoever plays yin on our turf, Lao Tzu must make him pay!"

Zhao Zigang's scolding made everyone suddenly realize a fact - there is still a circle and a half, but Fang Xiaowu has been re-led by Shi Quan.

Led by a full three bodies.

Now, how to chase?!

Cheng Chi clenched his teeth tightly, his face was covered with frost, and the low air pressure emanating from his body was daunting.

Chi Cheng noticed this, and didn't even dare to cheer because of Shi Quan's lead, just an excited punch.

Still want to chase?!

Lao Tzu, see how you chase!