Chapter 349: Fearless Rampage

[ Rampage god of cars ]

[ Prince charm talent, passive ]

[ You are the electricity, you are the light, you are the only rampage god of cars on autumn fame mountain ]

[ Old driver? Forget about that title, how can it be used to address you? When you drift, even crabs can't catch up with you! ]

[ Special effect 1: Automatically obtain master level driving skills ]

[ Special effect 2: You are born with the knowledge of how to move the vehicle horizontally, how to drift most precisely and fastest speed ]

[ Special effect 3: When driving or riding a motor vehicle, all your attributes will be increased by five points, the highest is 99 points ]

[ Special effect 4: When driving or riding a motor vehicle, you will be protected by the mysterious strength of rampage, weakening all damage received ]

Holy sh*t!

What kind of strong skill is this?!

Young Master Wang read all the descriptions and was so excited that he wanted to scream.

He didn't waste the last skill bar!

As a necessary skill in life, driving skills were enough. No matter how good one's driving skills were, there was no way to avoid a car accident.

If you didn't hit someone, they could come and hit you.

If you stopped at the intersection and wait at the red light, you might also get hit and fly away!

If you encountered such a small chance, no matter how good your driving skill was, it would all be in vain. Whether you died or not depended on fate.

However, the new [ Rampage god of car ] was too awesome, especially the last two special effects. It was practically a double insurance for Young Master Wang.

If his reflexes were fast, the chances of him crashing were small.

If his physique was strong, there would be no fatigue in driving, and his ability to resist injuries and collisions would be even better.

Finally, there was the added injury reduction...

When driving, Young Master Wang was really arrogant. He would not recognize anyone and would run amok.

The significance of thinking about this was to confirm the scope of the five attribute bonus.

If he could enjoy the bonus for doing anything, then in the future, wouldn't it be more efficient to read, think, and rest in the car?

While thinking, Wang Yan clearly experienced the activity and sharpness of his thinking.

Five points didn't seem to be much, but it raised his outstanding peak intelligence to the level of a genius. The effect could be said to be immediate.

In less than three seconds, he came to a conclusion --

His attributes were still not enough. The road of growth was still a long way to go...

After letting his imagination run wild for a while, Zhou Jianwu adjusted the time again, and the indicator lights turned green one after another.

Young Master Wang collected his thoughts and gently hit the accelerator, ready for a real test.

Three, two, one...

Boom!

The three cars shot out like arrows leaving the bow. This time, Wang Yan stepped on the accelerator fiercely.

Before he cut into the first corner, he was already ahead by an entire body.

"F*ck!"

"What is Young Master Wang doing?!"

"Hey, Big Brother, are you crazy?!"

The audience was shocked by Wang Yan's suicidal spirit.

When the racetrack was designed, each corner had a theoretical maximum passing speed.

Outsiders always thought that technology or the performance of the car was the core of the turning speed. Little did they know that science had long restricted everything to a specific limit.

Modern racing was a rigorous technology that applied a lot of mathematics and mechanics.

In the field race, what speed to use to cut corners, where to cut in, where to cut out, how to take the angle, how to use the downward pressure of the spoiler, how to transfer the front and back loads...

If one really wanted to explain in a complicated way, those who had not studied advanced mathematics and advanced mechanics would not understand.

In short, on the track, the maximum passing speed of each corner was fixed. It could only be approaching, and not surpassing.

The closer one wanted to get to that limit, the stronger the technology and better the performance would be required.

If one had already fixed the model, the limit was easy to calculate. Experienced drivers could even roughly estimate it.

For example, Wang Yan was about to charge into the first corner, and the limit turning speed was 158 kilometers per hour.

If the G65 was running on it, the limit turning speed would not exceed 100 kilometers per hour.

As for Wang Yan?

He stepped on the pedal directly to 130 kilometers!

Zhou Jianwu, Hei Hu, and Chuxin stood up and rushed to the front of the protective net, staring at the G65 nervously.

"F*ck, hold tightly!"

"Don't flip..."

"Should we prepare for rescue in advance?"

"Jinx! Okay, get ready..."

In the midst of anxiety and worry, the G65 cut into the corner.

It cut into the outer line and cut straight into the inner corner. Then, just as it was about to plunge out of the track after a short turn, it made a small drift.

Under normal circumstances, with the current speed and the angle, the drift result was 99% side flip.

Under the combined effect of centrifugal force and the rear wheel lock side friction, the left rear half of the car body would have a sharply increased buoyancy. The G65 itself did not have a spoiler to create lower pressure, and the center of gravity was high, so it was safe to flip.

However, when Wang Yan started the drift, he was extremely precise and clever in letting the rear wheel cross the road, accurately scraping onto the lawn.

The biggest difference between the track and the road was that there was no shoulder!

Next to the asphalt track was the lawn buffer zone!

The moment the two rear wheels of the G65 locked onto the lawn, the friction immediately decreased to an extremely weak degree.

Without that kind of side friction, the front wheels were still turning and driving, and the buoyancy was not enough to flip the car over.

The first half of the drift was therefore successfully completed.

"F*ck! Beautiful!"

With a roar, Zhou Jianwu clapped his hands and shouted.

Then, his expression became more and more nervous.

Using the lawn to reduce the friction was a stroke of genius, but it was not without hidden dangers.

After losing the grip of the rear wheels, the car was in a state of half-out of control. Under the effect of inertia, the swing was very large. If one did not control it well, it was very likely that the tail would swing too far, causing the G65 to swing into a "turn around" state.

Once the G65 lost control and stopped in the middle of the road, the President and TT following behind would be in danger of colliding head-on!

However, at the moment when the load entered the relative balance and the body's power was at the turning point of the inertial system, Wang Yan used a reaction that was accurate to the millisecond level, slammed the steering wheel, loosened the brakes, and stepped on the accelerator two-thirds of the way at a constant speed...

The front wheel's anti-tilt provided an outward momentum. As the speed gradually recovered, the drifting inertia of the rear body was directed to the front.

The G65 roared and cut back to the inner corner. Under the guidance of the right-leaning front wheel, it jumped straight out!

"F*ck! Beautiful!"

The audience burst into cheers. They were shocked by Young Master Wang's godly operation.

"This is f*cking treating the field race as a rally race..."

"God, I'm kneeling down to you!"

"This is too awesome. Brother Hu, where did you find such a pervert?"

Most of the second-generation people present knew how to race cars. They could not do it themselves, but they could completely see the excitement in Wang Yan's controls.

First, he took a large angle to make a curve, and when he was about to rush out of the road, he would drift slightly. He would use the lawn to control his side flip. Then, he would turn the front wheel at the most suitable angle in the most extreme time, making full use of the inertia, load, and power.

The front wheel was a typical field race method, while the back wheel had an obvious rally race technique style. Two different field techniques merged into one. How amazing was that!

Zhou Jianwu was so excited that he took out his walkie-talkie and shouted to the central console.

"What's the curve speed?! is the data out yet?! Hurry up!"

The voice of the central console was a little shaky. "Enter curve 138, exit curve 91. The whole journey takes 2.13 seconds. The passing speed is 117!"

"F*ck you!"

"That's a G65, are you kidding me?!"

"Isn't he almost as fast as Daniu's ultimate speed?"

The people around them went crazy, swearing non-stop.

The so-called ultimate speed, of course, did not refer to instantaneous speed, but to the average speed of the entire curve, from the turn in to the turn out.

130 in, 80 out, less than 100 even.

180 turn-in, super wide angle drift, 30 turn-out, the average speed was probably less than 80 -- the prerequisite was that the car did not overturn.

Furthermore the limit curve speed on the car track was F1 racing cars. In other words, only F1 could approach that limit curve speed.

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The folk supercars like Daniu and Rafa were a big distance away from the limit.

As for the G65...

That thing was not a car that should be on the track at all. Even a 100-kilometer-per-hour maximum curve speed was a little too much for it.

And the result?!

Wang Yan ran out with 117!

Chuxin's eyes were filled with a strange light as she muttered, "So powerful..."

Zhou Jianwu's face was flushed red as he asked Hei Hu again, "F*ck, Hu Zi, what on earth is your brother doing?!"

Hei Hu was full with pride. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised his chin. "My new little brother is still okay, huh?"

"Scram!"

The surrounding people raised their middle fingers again.

"Don't let a blind cat run into a dead rat..."

Suddenly, a young man poured cold water on them. His face was full of jealousy.

Everyone knew what was going on, so no one bothered.

It was impossible for a newcomer to be liked by everyone. The reason was not important. There were many similar situations, so it was good to get used to it.

Hei Hu was not very comfortable with being torn down, but it was not convenient for him to directly rebuke him. Just as he was feeling uncomfortable, Wang Yan personally slapped him in the face.

It was a continuous hairpin turn. The G65 was still charging in at a speed that would definitely cause problems under normal circumstances.

I drifted left!

I swayed right!

The two consecutive drifts of scraping the lawn brought the G65's performance to full play.

Maserati's President and TT chased after it madly. They took the curve honestly, but they were still 20 meters apart.

Under normal circumstances, it should be the other way around.

Although the G65 was the fastest in a straight line acceleration and had the strongest sustained power, in fact, in the field, those two cars could play the G65 to death.

Curve performance and maneuverability could not be reflected by rigid data.

However, the car god Wang was unreasonable!

"Oh my god! I might be blind..."

"Isn't it too f*cking accurate? How did Wang God control it? !"

Hei Hu glanced at the young man who was making sarcastic remarks and sneered, "Brother, hold it in if you don't like it. My Little Brother is just so fierce!"

He was indeed fierce. Anyway, Zhou Jianwu was convinced.

"So f*cking awesome! Wang God started to run and pull since he was young, right?! So ridiculous..."

"Exactly! How can he be so beautiful in an arena match?!"

"I've been in the SSCC for four years and have watched many competitions. Today is really an eye-opener!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Record well! Record steadily!"

The audience comments were all professional, so each of them had a lot to express.

The first prerequisite was that there was basically no "real drift" in the arena match.

A short-distance "crosswalk" would cause the vehicle to lose control slightly. That was not real drift, but an amateur's lack of technical ability.

It was extremely rare for a top driver to achieve some strategic goals by losing control occasionally.

It was the first time to see such a wide-open drift like Master Wang.

However, everyone had to admit that Master Wang's drift was indeed the best strategy, because of the model.

The G65's normal course and turn was a miss. Normal drift was even more ridiculous.

The clever thing was that the roadside grass buffer could provide a low friction coefficient environment similar to a rally.

However, normal road sports cars, including the President and TT, could not take advantage of that environment.

A sports car that emphasized control and track performance, how terrible would the situation be when half of the body went out of control?

First of all, it was not worth the loss in terms of power and speed.

Secondly, most drivers who specialized in road racing were not skilled enough to handle that kind of situation.

Walking on the edge of losing control, it sounded like a romantic thief, but in reality, it was just a matter of minutes.

Wang Yan, on the other hand, was like a carefree crab, driving the G65, which was known to have the strongest performance in off-road racing, and turning the road race into a pulling force.

As the saying went, "to play to one's strengths while avoiding one's weaknesses".

Zhou Jianwu said with emotion, "I always told you that the most important quality of an expert is to make use of the road width to the extreme... but I really didn't expect that someone could make use of the isolation belt to the extreme!"

"Exactly! Xia Yu and the others are running on a standard width track. Wang God's track is three meters wider than theirs. How could they win?!"

The G65 kept racing, leaving the President and TT farther and farther behind.

Chuxn clenched his fists nervously and muttered to himself, "So, he only showed his true strength now..."

No outsiders heard it, but everyone's thoughts were obviously the same.

"It seems that Wang God was going easy in the first two rounds?"

"Not really. He should be familiarizing himself with the track..."

"Eh, why do I feel like Wang God's true strength is still not there?"

"Nonsense! Give Wang God a Rafa and he will break Young Master Pan's record in no time!"

"It's a sure thing! His technique is too terrifying. There are so many turns, but he didn't make a single mistake."

"How precise... I feel like the angle of the front wheel is controlled well every time he makes a turn... my sons, come and worship the gods with me!"

"There really aren't any intersecting nicknames. Wang God, really!"

At first, it was just Hei Hu calling Wang God as if he was joking. Everyone was unfamiliar with Wang, so they didn't know where Wang God's nickname came from.

Now, they might as well call Wang God, the god of Car God.

"Let's go, get down, go to the finish line to welcome Wang God!"

Zhou Jianwu waved his hand excitedly and walked out of the audience area first.

A few of his buddies were slightly stunned. They felt that this kind of courtesy was a little out of character. It was no longer normal courtesy.

Zhou Jianwu had his own idea in his mind: no matter how much he begged, he had to invite Wang God to join SSCC!

With Wang God around, why would he worry about not being able to suppress the capital SCC?!

The G65 rushed past the finish line at lightning speed, leading Chun Guang and Xia Yu by at least five seconds.

When the car stopped in the parking area, Young Master Wang was immediately surrounded by the crowd as soon as he got out of the car.

Everyone was very enthusiastic. No one knew who started it, but they all started to bark.

"God Wang, fantastic!"

"The heifer rides the electric wire!"

"The heifer rides the plane!"

"The heifer plays handstands!"

"The heifer takes a sauna!"

...

A group of sand sculptures made Wang Yan not know whether to laugh or cry.

Brothers, I was really not in the mood to play with you guys right now. What's the result?!

"Brother Jian Wu, What's your lap time?"

He turned on the walkie-talkie and an excited scream came from the other side. "2 minutes 28 seconds, 131.7 kilometers per hour! The record for an off-road vehicle!"

Ha!

It was still alright. He had obtained 13 million yuan!

Wang Yan was very happy. He immediately opened the system panel and looked at the reward.

The main point was the difficulty coefficient. If the coefficient could reach 2two, then it would be 26 million. Not only would it completely solve the problem of the office building's funds, there would also be leftover money!

With a glance, he went straight to the main point.

The basic coefficient was 1.75, needless to say.

The technical coefficient was... 1.25!

What the heck!

Did I see wrongly?!

"Congratulations, Little brother! You did it beautifully!"

The car god Wang was in a state of disbelief and ecstasy when a fragrance suddenly drifted over from his side, causing the young master's heart to swell up.

I was drunk, Little Sister Xin, calm down!

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