Extraordinary Soldier King in the City
Chapter 376: Four-Wheel Drift

Chapter 376: Chapter 376: Four-Wheel Drift

"The game has begun!"

Chen Feng smiled faintly and then floored the accelerator.

The speed of the white Santana suddenly surged.

Upon seeing this, everyone was startled, their eyes filled with shock!

At this moment, everyone had only one thought in their mind, which was that Chen Feng had gone mad and was throwing his life away!

Seeing the sharp curve up ahead, even Qin Ruofan, the king of Jiangnan’s racers, had no choice but to slow down, yet Chen Feng suddenly accelerated at this time. Wasn’t this just asking for death?

You must know, this was a mountain road, and right beside it was a sheer cliff.

One wrong move, if the car couldn’t be controlled, it would crash through the guardrail and plummet into the abyss. By then, forget about the person, the car would be smashed into a metal pancake!

And how could Chen Feng sitting in the car possibly escape unscathed?

Qin Ruofan, who was sitting inside his Lamborghini, saw Chen Feng suddenly accelerate through the rearview mirror, and a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes.

He also hadn’t expected Chen Feng to be so daring as to accelerate when approaching the sharp turn.

However, his surprise was brief and quickly disappeared.

"You’re really seeking death, huh? You dare to accelerate on such a curve? Very well, since you’re so keen on dying, I might as well lend you a hand!"

Qin Ruofan’s lips curved into a cold smile, then he slowed down again, subtly turned the steering wheel, and moved to the side to make way for Chen Feng.

Because he judged that, with Chen Feng’s current speed at the curve, there was only one outcome: car and driver would both be destroyed.

So he deliberately slowed down again, slowing the car to create an illusion for Chen Feng that there was a chance to overtake, ensuring Chen Feng would accelerate once more.

As long as Chen Feng dared to speed up, he would inevitably lose control of the car on the upcoming curve and meet certain death.

Qin Ruofan’s two decelerations and making way naturally gave Chen Feng the opportunity to overtake.

Chen Feng didn’t hesitate, shifted into a higher gear, and quickly passed Qin Ruofan’s Lamborghini at maximum speed.

Seeing this, a trace of confusion flashed in the eyes of the audience.

They didn’t understand why Qin Ruofan would slow down to make way for Chen Feng.

However, Qin Ruofan, sitting in the car, saw Chen Feng surpass him, and he couldn’t help but reveal a sinister smile, saying, "Kid, go to hell!"

He made way because, fifty meters ahead, there was an extremely sharp curve, and Chen Feng, at his current speed, was bound to rush off the track and tumble down the cliff.

After all, even Qin Ruofan, as the reigning king of the Jiangnan racers, wasn’t confident he could safely navigate such a sharp turn at Chen Feng’s speed.

As the white Santana driven by Chen Feng drew closer and closer to the curve, at this moment, the eyes of the entire audience were focused on it.

"Has this kid lost his mind? At a time like this, he still dares to speed up, does he really not care about his life?"

"Alas, poor guy, he’s being toyed with by the king of Jiangnan racers and doesn’t even know it. He deliberately slowed down to give Chen Feng room to speed up and overtake, but this guy doesn’t realize that there’s a sharp turn ahead; with his speed now, he’s unquestionably doomed!"

"Really brainless, huh? Is the king of Jiangnan racers so easy to surpass? Doesn’t he think things through at all?"

At this moment, everyone present thought Chen Feng was as good as dead.

"Ha-ha, I told you so, this kid doesn’t know a thing about racing. Going like this, he’s just asking to die, what an idiot!"

Ouyang Hao also sneered with his mouth wide open.

He was feeling particularly happy inside because if Chen Feng was gone, then he’d have one less love rival!

"Shut your mouth!"

Jiang Shiqi glared coldly at Ouyang Hao before turning her gaze back to the white Santana on the display screen, murmuring with a worried face, "Senior, you mustn’t get hurt!"

Jiang Shiqi knew that Chen Feng was pushing himself so hard solely for her sake and for the Qi Yuan racing team.

But she would rather have the Qi Yuan racing team lose than Chen Feng risking his life. Had she known it would come to this, she would never have let him race.

However, it was too late for regrets now. All she could do was pray incessantly in her heart, hoping that nothing would happen to Chen Feng!

Chen Feng’s car was approaching the sharp curve ahead with increasing proximity.

Forty meters!

Thirty meters!

Twenty meters!

Ten meters!

Finally, the Santana entered the sharp turn at breakneck speed.

At this moment, everyone held their breath.

Qin Ruofan’s lips curled into a disdainful smile as he sneered, "Goodbye, stupid fucker!"

Yet just as Qin Ruofan’s words fell,

a sudden screeching sound of tires rubbing violently against the pavement filled the air.

Immediately after, everyone was stunned to silence.

For the Santana didn’t lose control and crash through the guardrails to fall off a cliff, as they had imagined.

Instead, on entering the sharp turn, all four wheels stopped rotating and grazed the ground; both the front and rear bumpers barely skimmed the roadside guardrails, drifting through the curve with ease, not showing the slightest strain or loss of control, and everything looked so natural and effortless, flowing smoothly like clouds and water.

This scene left everyone dumbfounded!

Holy shit! What the hell just happened?

At such a high speed, he managed to get through that sharp turn?

This is freaking unscientific!

And did the Santana just drift on all four wheels a moment ago?

Those present were no strangers to racing; even if their skills hadn’t reached a professional level, they had seen plenty of races and understood various drifting techniques.

Especially this kind of four-wheel drifting, which requires an extremely high level of driving skill.

Not to mention amateurs like them, even some professional racers might not be able to pull it off.

Moreover, to attempt it on such a treacherous mountainous curve next to a cliff, where one misstep could mean life or death, it’s assumed there wouldn’t be more than five people in all of Huaxia who could do it.

Because playing with four-wheel drifting on a mountainous track hugging a cliff edge is always perilous; the slightest loss of control could result in a fatal crash.

Therefore, only those who are highly skilled and have the utmost control over their vehicle would dare attempt such a maneuver on this track.

At the very least, Jiangnan’s King of Racing, Qin Ruofan had neither the confidence nor the audacity for it. Maybe if it was his master, Asia’s King of Racing, Li Yuanjun, then possibly!

But now, under such speed and such a sharp turn, Chen Feng had performed a four-wheel drift!

Although this doesn’t mean Chen Feng’s driving skills are on par with Li Yuanjun, Asia’s Racing King, they were definitely remarkable, certainly suggesting considerable strength, even possibly surpassing Jiangnan’s Racing King, Qin Ruofan, by quite a bit.

Otherwise, Chen Feng would have never made it through that sharp turn just now, and he would definitely be nothing but a bloody mess at this point.

Realizing this, everyone was incredibly shocked, their mouths agape, unable to close them for a long while.