This is the Cheater

Hearing the shout, Su Yang nodded to Zhuang Mengli, and the two pulled open the doors and got into the car.

Soon, the M8 and the God of War GTR drove to the starting line and parked side by side.

Just like before, after a short wait, the beauty in the leather skirt walked to the front of the cars and said, Gentlemen, honk your horns when you are ready.

Honk, honk.

After the two horn sounds rang out, everyone at the scene excitedly turned their eyes to the starting line.

Who do you guess will be the final winner tonight? a boy asked.

I bet on the GTR.

I bet on the M8.

The M8 probably can't beat it.

What makes you say that?

The owner of the GTR was hiding his true strength just now.

Oh? How do you know?

Didn't you guys hear the conversation between Racer One and Number Six just now? Racer One said he was holding back in the first two races, and his true level is around 3 minutes and 50 seconds.

Badass! How come I didn't hear that?

Hehe, I was close to them just now, and they weren't speaking softly, so I heard a part of it.

Really? If that's what you say, then isn't Racer One a semi-professional racer?

Yeah, he should be. Plus, Racer One's car has 900 horsepower, which is terrifying, so there is no suspense about tonight's champion.

Damn, I was actually rooting for the handsome Number Six. What a pity.

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While everyone was discussing, the beauty in front of the two cars at the starting line received a message, raised her hand, and shouted loudly, Two handsome guys, get ready!! Wait for my command.

Three, two, one! GO!

Vroom, vroom, vroom!

As the beauty's voice fell, the M8 and the GTR rushed out of the starting line at full speed.

Su Yang didn't enjoy himself fully in the previous two races, so this time he used launch control right from the start.

Although the horsepower was not as massive as the modified GTR, the M8 didn't fall behind too much at the start.

The two cars sprinted forward almost neck and neck.

This time, Zhuang Mengli's experience was completely different; the push-back sensation was noticeably much stronger.

She gripped the handle tightly and kept taking deep breaths. Even though she had already ridden along twice, she was still nervous.

Su Yang ignored Zhuang Mengli. He did not underestimate his opponent and began to take the race seriously.

At this moment, he was not competing against the GTR next to him, but against himself.

Vroom! After the two cars rushed out for over two hundred meters, the more powerful GTR began to exert force and overtook the M8.

Swish! As soon as the GTR overtook, it quickly dashed into the uphill road on the left side of the fork.

Su Yang followed closely behind. He was not in a hurry; as the saying goes, being fast in the corners is being truly fast.

This winding mountain road had numerous curves, offering plenty of opportunities to overtake.

Soon, the two cars arrived at the first hairpin turn one after the other.

At this time, the GTR ahead was leading Su Yang by about forty or fifty meters. Right before entering the curve, he decelerated in advance and used trail braking to navigate the turn.

Su Yang, on the other hand, hardly slowed down, hugging the inner side of the road and drifting through the curve.

This scene was caught by Racer One in his rearview mirror. His eyes widened instantly as he exclaimed in shock, What the fuck?? After all this time, this kid was also playing the pig to eat the tiger!! Damn it.

Racer One, who had been very confident and dismissive originally, found his pressure multiplying after Su Yang's beautiful drift into the corner.

After exiting the curve, Su Yang closed the distance between himself and the GTR by a large margin.

However, immediately following was another long straightaway, and the M8 was pulled away by the GTR once again on the straight section.

Su Yang stepped on the gas pedal, his right hand flicking the paddle shifters on the steering wheel to continuously upshift and sprint forward rapidly.

Because the intersection ahead was immediately followed by another left curve, the GTR had to decelerate in advance again. Although this Racer One also knew how to drift.

But on this pitch-black mountain road, he simply didn't dare to play like that. After all, the road was relatively narrow, and a single mistake would inevitably result in crashing into the guardrail and plunging down the mountain, ending up black and blue.

Drifting on a professional race track was not a problem, but on a mountain road, he lacked the courage.

In fact, to explain it in one sentence, his skills were just not solid enough, so he didn't dare.

Su Yang had absolutely no such worries.

Sitting in the car, he felt a sense of unity between man and machine; he could easily handle any road.

Not to mention, this was a route he had already raced twice. At this very moment, a complete map of the entire mountain road had already surfaced in his mind.

This was the power of a cheat!

With the GTR's deceleration, the distance of several dozen meters was instantly caught up by the M8 behind.

Su Yang seized the opportunity, sharply turning the steering wheel to dash out from the left, once again hugging the drainage ditch on the inner side of the road, swinging the rear of the car, and using inertia to drift into the curve.

In that split second, the M8 easily defeated the GTR.

Smack!

What the fuck!!

After being overtaken, Racer One slammed the steering wheel in frustration.

He had just entered the curve, while Su Yang had already exited it. In another curve or two, he wouldn't even be able to see the M8's taillights.

I don't believe this! After exiting the curve, Racer One floored the gas pedal, desperately chasing after Su Yang.

The next section of the road was a long but not overly sharp serpentine curve.

Su Yang pressed the gas pedal all the way down, maintaining a speed of one hundred and sixty or seventy miles per hour the whole way as he charged toward the series of serpentine curves ahead.

Screech, the tires rubbed against the edge of the road, instantly sparking trails of fire.

Racer One trailing behind was left dumbfounded by Su Yang's maneuver.

What the hell?! This guy isn't afraid of dying!

Swish, swish, swish!

While Racer One was still in shock, Su Yang had already rapidly dashed out of the serpentine curve. He braked suddenly, steered left, and then quickly steered right, executing a beautiful pendulum drift into the right hairpin turn leading up to the mountain peak.

At this point, the GTR completely lost sight of the M8's taillights.

Racer One took a deep breath, shaking his head with a face full of disbelief. For him to try and catch up now was tantamount to a fool's dream.

He also knew clearly in his heart that it was impossible for him to win. Even if he were given a car with two thousand horsepower, he wouldn't be able to catch up; after all, racing is not just about driving in a straight line.

By the time he drove to the hairpin turn ahead, Su Yang was already heading down the mountain.

Ahhh, slow down! Slow down!

In the M8, Zhuang Mengli was tense all over and screaming non-stop.

Only at this moment did she truly experience what speed and passion meant.

Su Yang ignored her, automatically tuning out her screams. The journey was halfway done, and so far, it had only taken about a minute and a half.

The second half of the course had even more hairpin turns than the first half.

Su Yang kept his eyes fixed ahead, focusing entirely on driving.

Swish!

Arriving at a hairpin turn, his right foot quickly stepped on the brake, and his hands sharply turned the steering wheel.

The M8 swung its body into the curve. While entering the curve, he immediately corrected the steering, released the brake, and stepped on the gas to exit the turn.

The entire set of operations was as smooth as flowing water, but Zhuang Mengli in the passenger seat was miserable. By now, her stomach had already started to churn.

Inside the commercial van at the main entrance, a beauty wearing gold-rimmed glasses stared at the real-time footage in front of her with a hint of shock.

Her sexy crimson lips parted slightly unconsciously.

At the same time, the open space at the main entrance was dead silent. The crowd all looked up at the display screen overhead, remaining completely motionless.

The word shock was written all over their faces at this moment.

On the other side, in the M8, Su Yang was concentrating intently on driving the performance beast beneath him.

However, he was still not quite satisfied. To him, the speed was still too slow.

After three consecutive hairpin turns, they arrived at a straight road, and Su Yang sharply increased the speed to around 220.

Vroom, pop, bang.

As the brake pedal was pressed, a sharp, crackling burst of exhaust backfire echoed through the air.

Su Yang turned the wheel again to enter the final corner. After a swift exit, all that remained was the straightaway leading to the finish line.

Actually, the finish line was essentially the starting line. The starting point was at the main gate, and the finish line was roughly two hundred meters ahead of it.

It was designed this way because the mountain road acted as a closed loop. Completing a lap from the starting point brought you right back to the start, so the finish line had to be shifted back a bit.

Otherwise, a car wouldn't be able to brake in time after crossing the line and would inevitably crash right through the main gate.

The M8 roared across the finish line at a speed of 160. The moment he crossed the line, Su Yang hit the brakes to slow down.

At this very moment, the display screen above the main gate showed Su Yang's final time.

3 minutes and 16 seconds.