Divine Lucky Star
Chapter 505 - 504: There’s still this program!

Chapter 505: Chapter 504: There’s still this program!

"Maserati CEO, hahaha! Truly a bumpkin from the countryside, choosing such a wreck of a car!"

"I bet he only knows Maserati, haha! It’s a sedan, right? A family edition!"

"Exactly, at least choose a Maserati GT if you’re going to pick one, but a CEO..."

Hearing the discussions around her, Lan Zihuang frowned. These damn kids, just wait till you see how awesome Brother Hao is! Though he only chose a Maserati CEO, he’ll totally dominate Lan Qinglong...

"Who can actually win this?" Honestly, Lan Zihuang was unsure herself—on one hand, her own dear brother; on the other, her most revered author of Break the Heavens. Either winner would feel off to her. But thinking about it... she preferred Wang Hao to win—her brother was just too young and hotheaded; deflating his ego might do him some good.

"Brother Hao, you’ve got to push hard!" Lan Zihuang silently cheered for Wang Hao. "Even if you lose, don’t make it too embarrassing!"

Soon, numbers started appearing on the big screen.

"Three..."

"Two..."

"One..."

"Start!"

As the word "Start!" appeared, Lan Qinglong’s Bugatti Veyron’s tires burst into smokescreens, shooting forward like a lightning bolt!

"The race is on! Holy shit, Young Master Long has some speed!"

"Awesome, he left Brother Hao in the dust!"

"No kidding, Young Master Long is a professional racer after all. How could Brother Hao stand a chance in minutes?"

"That’s true, it’s just the start. The real thrill is yet to come. Hope Brother Hao doesn’t pee himself, haha!"

While they jestingly backstabbed, Wang Hao had a different perspective!

Lan Qinglong’s setup was indeed high-end, levels above the VR equipment that cost thousands on the market.

With the VR goggles on, the road ahead seemed absolutely real. Vision was one thing, but once the car really kicked off, the wind in his ears, the intense back-push from the car, and the roaring engine felt unbelievably real!

Clearly, you get what you pay for—the six-million-yuan setup wasn’t for nothing.

At this moment, Lan Qinglong’s Bugatti Veyron was nearly out of sight, while Wang Hao had just hit two hundred kilometers per hour.

But since it’s known as the "Death Track," it wouldn’t be that simple—while Wang Hao was still pressing the gas, the earth suddenly split open right in front in a huge fissure, and his car was about to fall in!

"Holy shit, what a twist!" Wang Hao sharply turned the steering wheel, and his Maserati CEO gracefully carved an arc on an upheaving piece of road, launching the entire car into the air!

"Whoosh—" The wind howled in his ears, and the world seemed much quieter all of a sudden.

He felt the racing cockpit he sat in noticeably jolt upwards and then—bang—land on the ground!

Everything felt so real, so real that Wang Hao felt this wasn’t just a game sequence, but a real-life scenario!

No wonder they joked about getting scared; if he hadn’t been so seasoned, that scene would have surely made my guts leap out of my mouth!

The spectators watching the big screen murmured among themselves as they saw the close-up shots just displayed—

"Wow, that move from Brother Hao was something!"

"Indeed, he reacted so quickly, even managed to leverage the ramp to go airborne. Impressive!"

"No wonder he dared to race. He’s got some serious skills. But what’s ahead won’t be so easy. That was just the appetizer, the main course is coming up! Ha ha!"

"Here it comes—the truly terrifying part of Death Track!"

As the chatter continued, the deadliest aspects of Death Track fully emerged!

What seemed like a fun racing simulation system now completely bared its fangs!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" From the clouds above, red flames appeared in the sky, followed by massive meteors beginning to fall!

"Bang! Bang!" Each meteor slammed beside Wang Hao’s car, shaking it with every hit. Looking up, Wang Hao could even see a meteor falling straight toward him!

Terrifying force, stifling heat!

Holy crap, could it get any more realistic—even the heat was simulated!

Wang Hao was shocked, the steering wheel swinging in his hands, gas and brakes pedaled interchangeably. His Maserati CEO on the screen moved in a serpentine line, yet its speed remained unchecked, furiously pushing forward!

Everyone was stunned!

"Holy crap, is this for real?! That scene just now, and he didn’t slow down at all? Drifted all the way?!"

"That’s impressive, isn’t it? With that meteor shower, most people would have been scared stiff! Yet he kept driving so smoothly?"

"Oh no, he didn’t slow down at all just now and is about to catch up with Young Master Long! Look, you can see Young Master Long’s car’s tail!"

"Young Master Long, push hard, ahead is the Deadly Abyss!"

"Deadly Abyss! A completely randomly generated terrain; not just us, even Young Master Long might struggle with it!"

Soon, Wang Hao was less than two thousand meters away from Lan Qinglong.

But this two thousand meter distance was not easy to overtake—for what lay ahead was the killer feature of the Death Track, Deadly Abyss!