At this moment, the crowd watching at the gate shook their heads. "The M8 is done for."
"What do you mean done for? It just started, what's the rush?" The GTR owner, sitting on the hood of his car, took out a cigarette, lit it, and laughed.
"Didn't you see he lost right at the start?"
"Don't forget this is a five-kilometer race. You guys aren't professional at all. Anyway, I have high hopes for number six."
"Tch, let's wait and see then."
On the other side, Su Yang rested his left arm on the car window, propping up his cheek with his fist, while his right hand held the steering wheel. He looked completely relaxed.
The two cars were nearing the end of the straightaway. The headlights revealed a Y-shaped intersection in the distance with a sign pointing left in the middle. Going left meant heading up the mountain, and after completing a lap, they would return via the right-side road.
The M5 in front took the lead and turned onto the left mountain road.
Su Yang drove the M8 and followed closely.
Vroom! The M5 roared all the way. It was loud, but its speed wasn't actually that fast.
Su Yang glanced at his speedometer; he was only doing 80.
"All bark and no bite, drive faster!"
Beside him, Zhuang Mengli pressed tightly against her seat. "That's fast enough, safety first!"
"What do you mean fast enough? It's only 80, sis. You usually speed up to around 120 out there, and now you're scared at 80?"
"Bro, this is a mountain road!"
"Sis, we're in a race right now, not delivering tofu."
Su Yang originally wanted to just follow the M5 for a while. As long as he won, it was fine; he could go all out in the finals.
However, the M5 was just too slow, and Su Yang was getting sleepy trailing behind it.
After following it for thirty or forty seconds, he completely lost his patience. Just then, there was a sharp right hairpin turn a hundred or two hundred meters ahead.
Su Yang saw the opportunity and floored the gas pedal. Just as the two cars were about to reach the end of the road, the M5 decelerated early. Su Yang lightly turned the steering wheel with his right hand, driving over the drainage ditch on the right side to execute a silky smooth overtake.
Honk honk honk!!
"Are you asking for death?!"
At the exact moment Su Yang overtook him, Number Five was so startled by the maneuver that he frantically honked his horn in warning.
Because the corner entry was right ahead. If he didn't slow down, there was a huge chance he would crash into the guardrail and fly off the mountain.
"Ahhh, slow down, slow down!!" Watching the guardrail get closer and closer, Zhuang Mengli's heart raced. She pressed herself hard against the backrest and screamed in terror.
"Stop howling," Su Yang replied to Zhuang Mengli. Timing it perfectly, he slammed on the brakes and jerked the steering wheel.
Screech!!
The rear of the M8 swung out rapidly, entering the corner in an inertia drift. The moment the car drifted to the apex, Su Yang counter-steered to straighten the chassis, then floored the accelerator, swiftly exiting the corner and vanishing into the pitch-black night.
This scene left Number Five behind him with his mouth hanging wide open in shock. "What the hell?! What kind of maneuver is that? Turns out he's a master!!! Damn!"
[Ding! Detected that the host has subtly shown off, feeling delighted. Rewarding 3,000,000.]
At the same time, inside one of the commercial vans at the gate of Misty Mountain.
A young beauty with flowing long hair and thin gold-rimmed glasses saw this exact scene through the monitor inside the van.
Sipping red wine, she narrowed her eyes and sat up straight.
However, this scene was not broadcast on the main screen at the gate, so the other competitors waiting for their races were still unaware.
On the other side, after easily overtaking on the corner, Su Yang kept his speed in check and continued driving.
It took Zhuang Mengli a dozen seconds to recover from her panic.
It wasn't that she was a coward; mainly, driving fast at night on a pitch-black mountain road where you couldn't even see your own hand in front of you would make anyone at least a little nervous.
Even though she had high martial arts skills, she was still a girl, and this was her first time participating in a street race. If they really flew off the mountain, no matter how strong she was, she would be injured or even killed, so being afraid was inevitable.
"Are... are you Takumi?"
Hearing this, Su Yang smiled. "I wouldn't dare claim that. It was just a normal maneuver."
"Phew! I was scared to death just now. I thought we were going to crash into the guardrail and fly off the mountain. I didn't expect you to know how to drift."
"I told you we'd split the 300,000 tonight. Do you believe me now?"
Zhuang Mengli nodded. "I believe you."
"But why do I feel like you've slowed down now?"
"I have to hide some of my strength in the first race, otherwise the others won't want to play with me later."
"Huh? Okay, okay."
"Oh right, what's the fastest lap time ever recorded here again?" Su Yang asked.
Zhuang Mengli thought for a moment and said, "I think it's 4 minutes and 13 seconds."
"OK."
After saying that, Su Yang stopped talking and focused on driving.
The M5 behind him was left further and further behind. In the end, Su Yang finished the race with a time of 4 minutes and 20 seconds.
He drove the car back to the gate, parked, and got out. After waiting for another dozen seconds, the M5 finally crossed the finish line with a time of 4 minutes and 35 seconds.
"Holy crap? The gap is that huge?"
"Bro, you're pretty fierce. 4 minutes and 20 seconds, that's really strong!" The guy driving the Huracan walked up and gave Su Yang a thumbs up.
Su Yang nodded politely with a smile. "You flatter me, you're fast too."
"I'm not. I was a full ten seconds slower than you."
"Is this your first time racing here?"
"Yeah," the guy nodded.
"There you go. It's your first time and you aren't familiar with the road. You'll definitely be faster later."
"True enough. I hope I can compete with you in the finals."
"Haha, sure."
After the two finished talking, the M5 owner parked his car and walked towards Su Yang. His eyes wide, he asked, "Bro, are you a pro?"
"No, no, no, I wouldn't call myself a pro. I just like to hit the track when I have free time."
"You're too modest. You were only 7 seconds away from breaking the record. I am thoroughly convinced by my defeat. The championship tonight should be yours."
After the two chatted for a bit, Number Seven and Number Eight drove their cars to the starting line to get ready.
With the command given, the two cars shot out rapidly.
Over four minutes later, the Ferrari 296gts crossed the finish line in the lead.
Its final time was 4 minutes and 16 seconds, four seconds faster than Su Yang.
Next, the advancing GTR and the Huracan continued to race. The GTR clocked 4 minutes and 15 seconds, winning a spot in the finals.
Su Yang and the Number Seven Ferrari owner raced next. Also clocking 4 minutes and 15 seconds, Su Yang won the race.
Now, only the final race of the night remained. In everyone's eyes, Su Yang and the Number One GTR owner were evenly matched.
Both were experts close to the current fastest lap record. It was a clash of titans, and the atmosphere reached its climax.
Before the race even began, everyone started discussing who the ultimate champion of the night would be.
At this moment, Number One walked up to Su Yang, smoking a cigarette, and gave a faint smile. "Number Six, you really are impressive. From the very beginning, I had a feeling that the final showdown tonight would be between you and me, and it seems I wasn't wrong."
"But it's still a bit of a pity. If you had come to race on a normal day, you'd most likely win the championship. However, tonight you ran into me. To tell you the truth, I was holding back in my last two races."
Hearing this, Su Yang smiled. "Oh, is that so?"
"What, you don't believe me?"
"No. Are you a professional racer?"
Number One shook his head. "I wouldn't call myself a professional racer, but I'm close."
"Damn, you were playing the pig to eat the tiger!" Su Yang teased on purpose.
"Haha, not exactly. My actual pace is around the 3-minute 50-second mark, so I won't be holding back later. I hope you can keep up with me and give me a bit of pressure so I can break through my own limits."
"Sure, I'll give it a try."
"Alright, get ready to get in your car." After saying that, Number One nodded with a smile, turning around and walking toward his own car, brimming with confidence.
At this moment, Zhuang Mengli, who was standing nearby, rolled her eyes and said, "Tch, what a show-off. Su Yang, make sure you smoke him out there!"
"OK, I wasn't planning on holding back anymore anyway. I want to see what kind of time I can pull off if I go all out for a lap."
"Mhm, I believe in you!"
As soon as their conversation ended, the staff member in the center of the venue shouted, "The finals will now begin! Will the two racers please drive your cars to the starting line and get ready!"
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
