Yu Wuwei sat in the car with great interest, observing everything on the field with his spiritual sense.
Except for the last time when he accidentally passed by, he had never been to such a place. If he hadn't heard the young ladies talk about it today, he wouldn't even know that this was Akina Mountain.
So he was unfamiliar with everything here.
However, after observing for a period of time, he has roughly understood the rules of this underground racing track.
Every racer participating in the race on the track will receive a locator corresponding to his or her racing number. On the track that the audience cannot see, they will present the real-time position of the racer to the audience through light spots on the big screen.
So just look at the big screen above to know the real-time ranking of these racers.
When these racers got on the car just now, Yu Wuwei had already seen that the red-haired Jiang Tiancheng was number one, and number... should be the one targeted by Linhang, with names like Baishen, Xuanshen, and Feishen.
As for the rest, they are basically quite famous and capable racing drivers in Linhang City.
Of course, there are a few people who drive Wuling Hongguang, but Yu Wuwei doesn’t care about these. No matter how good their driving skills are, they have no chance given the hardware conditions.
Not everyone is a cultivator who can cast spells like him, and he also has an acceleration lightning talisman.
Yu Wuwei used his spiritual sense to stare at the big screen above. When the race just started, the track was still a bit stalemate, but after five minutes, the levels on the field became clear.
At the same time, the strength of these racers is also clearly revealed.
The few cars at the back already have a certain distance from the cars in front, and the distance is still widening.
Basically everyone in the field knew that these were those funny guys who drove Wuling Hongguang and had the crazy idea of conquering the whole audience with their magical car.
Do you think you're a skilled driver just because you drive a Wuling Hongguang? You're overthinking it!
Those in the middle are basically the top racers from Linhang City who came here today.
If these people were in the race the day before yesterday, they might have been able to take the top few places, but on the track today with so many top racers, they can only compete in the middle of the pack!
The cars at the front are undoubtedly the strongest on the field.
Among them, cars No. , No. , and No. 1 have always been at the top of the list, with wins and losses against each other, and the gap between them is not very big. It seems that the top racers launched by Linhang this time are still quite capable.
The fans in the stands were even more excited: "Feishen is first! Come on Feishen! Keep up the lead and win the championship!"
"Xuan Shen has caught up! Xuan Shen, you are the best! Xuan Shen, I love you!"
"Bai Shen is the strongest! Bai Shen is already at the top! Bai Shen go for it!"
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The red-haired Jiang Tiancheng from South Korea has been following the three cars in front of him, firmly occupying the fourth position.
However, Yu Wuwei felt that this guy was not that simple.
Being able to become one of the top racing gods in Korea and daring to challenge an entire city alone, although a bit arrogant, there should be more than just this level of strength. People without real strength to back themselves up would not dare to be so pretentious!
This can be seen from the fact that he is closely following the three cars in front. Although he has never overtaken the car in front, the distance between him and the cars in front has never widened.
No matter how the car in front accelerated, Jiang Tiancheng kept close to them, always maintaining a certain distance, neither far nor close, as if he was playing a game with them.
Looking at the excited atmosphere among the fans, the hot-tempered Park Sun-ho sneered disdainfully: "You are indeed a bunch of bumpkins. You think you can win the championship just like this? Cheng Ge's strength is not something you rubbish can guess."
Miyamoto Yasuken, standing in the VIP room, was also watching the situation on the screen nonchalantly, with a slight smile on his face. "Tiancheng-kun is still the same as always. He still doesn't take these Chinese trash seriously! But it should be enough now, right?"
Although the fans at the scene were excited and enthusiastic, and the three Chinese racing gods were among the best on the track, Hua Shao, who was standing in the most luxurious room on the third floor, was not as optimistic as the fans at the scene.
He still remembered the race from the day before yesterday. That hot-tempered woman, Park Sun-ho, had also been lagging behind the cars in front at the beginning, but suddenly she made a comeback in the end, leaving the Chinese racers who were originally confident of winning far behind.
If it weren't for the unexpected rescue by the old driver, the Chinese racing drivers would have lost face that day.
The situation today is almost the same as that day. Although the three local car gods who came today have always been at the top of the list, they have never been able to shake off Jiang Tiancheng who is behind.
The more this happened, the stronger the bad feeling Hua Shao had in his heart.
On the track, several of the world's top supercars sped past, and in the front was a golden Rolls-Royce Phantom. Just as the name of the car described, it sped past on the track like a phantom.
Inside, the permed-haired young man, Flying God Lan Yifei, chewing gum, looked relaxed as he muttered to himself, "What kind of Korean car god is that? That's all he has!"
A white Ferrari behind suddenly accelerated and passed the car at the turn. The white god Liu Guanbai, dressed in white, looked excited. "Even though we are always in the top three in China, we still have to fight for the first place. I will take this championship!"
However, within a few seconds, the red Lamborghini behind had already passed. Inside, Xuanshen Yang Moxuan, who was wearing a black windbreaker, had a cold expression on his face and muttered to himself, "From now on, there is only Xuanshen!"
Behind the golden Bugatti Veyron, red-haired Jiang Tiancheng looked at the three sports cars chasing each other in front and shook his head contemptuously: "That's all you can do! That's enough, it's time to show these Chinese trash what real racing is!"
As Jiang Tiancheng spoke, his eyes focused and he stepped on the accelerator, instantly increasing his speed to the limit. In less than two seconds, he surpassed the third-placed Flying God Lan Yifei and headed towards the temporarily second-placed White God Liu Guanbai.
Before Lan Yifei could recover from his shock, Jiang Tiancheng had already surpassed Liu Guanbai and was about to catch up with the temporarily leading Xuan Shen Yang Moxuan.
Liu Guanbai's mouth opened wide as he murmured, "He surpassed him! He surpassed Yang Moxuan too!"
The three racing gods from Linhang couldn't believe it at all. They had already pushed their speed to the limit in order to compete for the championship.
However, at this moment, the red-haired stick behind them was able to surpass the three of them in an instant. It was really incredible.
Is it really true that even the three of them couldn't be stopped today, and in the end, this red-haired stick won the championship?
All the top racers in the city came today, including their three racing gods, but in the end, the first place was taken away by this Korean. The Chinese racing world is really embarrassed today!
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