What on Earth Is This

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Su Yang was currently leaving everyone in his dust. Today, he intended to go all out and break the GT3 RS record.

He usually didn't dare drive too fast on regular roads, but now that he was on the track, he could finally let loose and push the supercar's performance to its absolute limit.

Just a few dozen meters out of the corner came several more large bends. Su Yang smoothly hugged the inside lane to glide through them.

After passing through a series of consecutive curves, he finally reached a straightaway of about eight or nine hundred meters. Su Yang floored the gas pedal to accelerate.

Vroom!

The F80 let out an explosive roar, and its speed instantly soared to 290 km/h.

Just then, however, three cars appeared in his rearview mirror: a yellow McLaren W1, a red LaFerrari, and a dual-tone Bugatti Chiron.

Pan Ning, Meng Wenzhou, and Qin He were rapidly chasing after Su Yang.

"Oh, not bad at all."

Su Yang glanced at the rearview mirror and smiled faintly. He wouldn't underestimate his opponents, considering the people behind him were all driving top-tier supercars.

If it was a pure straight-line drag race, he definitely wouldn't be able to beat the Bugatti's late-stage acceleration.

He stopped looking back and focused on what was ahead. The race had just begun.

Although Su Yang had quickly shaken everyone off during the previous corners, Pan Ning, Meng Wenzhou, and Qin He hadn't given up. At the very least, they had to fight for second place.

None of the three were willing to concede. They chased each other fiercely, though Pan Ning held the advantage most of the time.

Meng Wenzhou and Qin He were neck and neck.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

On the straightaway, the three cars instantly pushed their speeds past 300.

But just as they built up speed, they had to enter another corner, forcing them to decelerate once again.

Pan Ning's cornering skills were clearly superior to Meng Wenzhou's and Qin He's. Every time they closed the gap on the straights, she would immediately pull away again at the curves.

Hugging the inner line, Pan Ning quickly exited the corner and took the lead over the other two once more.

...

On the other side, Liu Bo, Zhang Ziming, and Ji Bo, who were trailing at the very back, were also locked in a fierce battle.

The three of them already knew the gap between themselves and the front four cars. Their only goal now was to beat each other—as long as they weren't dead last.

Zhang Ziming's 918 seemed more aggressive. Upon reaching the straightaway, the three cars accelerated almost on the same horizontal line.

The 918 truly lived up to its reputation as one of the hypercar holy trinity; it was fiercer in a straight line than the Lamborghinis.

He temporarily pulled ahead of the other two cars by a car length.

The current situation was already very clear. The seven drivers had split into three tiers. Su Yang was speeding ahead all by himself.

Pan Ning, Meng Wenzhou, and Qin He made up the second tier, while Liu Bo, Zhang Ziming, and Ji Bo brought up the rear in the third tier.

After navigating the series of consecutive curves in the earlier section, Su Yang now arrived at several long straightaways. This was also the simplest part of the entire track.

All he needed to do was give it gas and control the steering.

The scenery on both sides blurred backward rapidly as the F80's speed reached 346 km/h.

"Wooo!!! This is amazing!!" Su Yang shouted, his eyes glued to the road ahead, his face full of excitement.

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Speeds of over 300 km/h were only safe to attempt on a track. Although he had the guts to do it on the highway, it was easy to get caught and incredibly dangerous.

It was better not to do such things. No one could guarantee they would be completely safe, and if an accident happened, it would harm both himself and others.

He had done it in the past, but after reflecting on it, he had kicked the bad habit.

Unless it was an unrestricted highway, if he really wanted to race, hitting the track was the way to go.

Swish, swish, swish. The wild grass in the buffer zones on either side of the road flashed by. On this straightaway, Su Yang pushed his top speed to 351 km/h.

But the thrill didn't last long before another hairpin turn rapidly approached.

This time, Su Yang was a bit late on the brakes. Left with no choice, he had to drift into the corner; otherwise, there was a high probability he would fly off the track.

Therefore, whether to drift or not sometimes depended on the immediate situation. He hadn't planned to drift, but circumstances forced his hand. If he didn't, there was an 80 percent chance he would crash into the buffer zone and hit the guardrail.

Screech!!

The F80's tires rubbed against the ground, producing a harsh screech as the car slid almost entirely sideways into the bend.

Su Yang quickly downshifted and counter-steered, but because the speed was too high, the car still fishtailed. Just as it was about to lose control, Su Yang slammed on the gas, saving the car and rocketing out of the corner, the RPMs instantly shooting up to over seven thousand.

This all happened in a flash, like sparks and lightning. If it had been anyone else attempting that move, they probably would have crashed.

Although Su Yang's drifting entry didn't result in him going off-track, his entry speed was still incredibly fast. Very few people could have saved the car from the brink of losing control like that.

Fortunately, Su Yang's reflexes were quick enough to prevent the car from spinning out.

However, that little maneuver caused him to lose a bit of time at the hairpin turn.

Behind him, the relentless trio led by Pan Ning reappeared in his rearview mirror.

Su Yang took a deep breath, adjusted his focus, and entered another long straightaway.

Once he cleared this section, he would have completed half of the entire track. Su Yang glanced at the timer he had started on his phone at the starting line: it read 2 minutes and 01 second.

There was still half the track left. As long as there were no accidents, breaking the record would definitely be no problem.

After passing this straight, he arrived at the most difficult section of the entire track: a four-consecutive hairpin bend.

This section was composed of four extremely sharp U-turns. Not only were the turning angles huge, but the road surface on these bends was also sloped, rather than a normal flat surface.

Most racing enthusiasts who came to this track to set lap times would end up losing control here.

Su Yang noticed this issue too. It was completely invisible on the track map, which was exactly why familiarizing oneself with the track beforehand was so important.

But right now, he couldn't worry about all that; he just had to adapt on the fly.

After Su Yang cleared the first corner, there was absolutely no time to accelerate before the second corner was immediately upon him.

Furthermore, the slope of the second corner was even steeper than the first. Su Yang hurriedly steered left, staying as close to the inside as possible, his speed having dropped to 90.

After repeating this four times, he finally managed to smoothly exit the nauseating four-consecutive hairpin bend.

"Phew... Damn, almost flew off there," he muttered, accelerating once again.

...

At this time, the three cars in the second tier also reached the four-consecutive bend. Qin He charged in fast, leading the other two cars by a full length.

However, because he mistimed his deceleration, he couldn't slow down enough entering the first corner. With a whoosh, he flew off the track, spun twice, and ended up eating grass in the buffer zone.

Fortunately, the buffer zone was wide enough that his car didn't hit the guardrails.

"Motherfucker!! What the hell is this?! The road is actually sloped?!" Qin He cursed, quickly turning his car around to get back onto the track.

Because of this mishap, Pan Ning and Meng Wenzhou swiftly overtook Qin He. However, the two of them also noticed the sloped road and hurriedly hit the brakes, carefully controlling their speed to slowly navigate the turns.

The three cars had lost a lot of time navigating the four consecutive corners. By now, Su Yang was nowhere to be seen; it was completely impossible for them to even catch a glimpse of the F80's taillights anymore.

The rest of the track was relatively standard, without any particularly tricky sections. Su Yang maintained a steady pace, quickly exiting the final corner and hitting the track's last straightaway.

This was the same roughly one-kilometer-long straight where the starting line was located.

From a distance, he could see the gantry ahead. The large screen mounted on it displayed his current time: 3 minutes and 59 seconds.

Roar!!

Su Yang pinned the throttle to the floor, and the F80 tore across the finish line at a blistering speed of 320 kilometers per hour.

The final time locked in at 4 minutes and 02 seconds, smashing the 4-minute-and-33-second record held by the GT3 RS for over a year by a staggering 31 seconds.