"I didn't expect this car to be so much worse, I should have bought a better one!"
Inside the Lamborghini, Chen Xing'er grumbled with annoyance.
She wasn't very interested in supercars and didn't realize this entry-level model was so inferior.
Even though she was in the lead, being overtaken on flat ground naturally made her unhappy.
"It's good enough," Chen Fan said casually. "Yanping Mountain is a mountain road; the difference in performance won't be as significant. Even the best car depends on the driver's skill."
"But if we had a different car, I wouldn't have to struggle so hard," Chen Xing'er still felt a pang of regret.
Chen Fan smiled and said no more.
Even on tracks as challenging as the four major circuits, he had secured first place in international competitions. A mountain road like Yanping Mountain was trivial to him.
Many factors tested a racer, including driving skills, familiarity with the track, familiarity with the car, and the driver's condition.
However, none of these posed a challenge for Chen Fan.
Although this was his first time racing on Yanping Mountain, he had a thorough understanding of every turn and every section of the terrain as he ascended.
As a former special agent, he had undergone such training. What's more, Chen Fan was the Master of the Night.
Despite being overtaken, he felt no pressure.
Flooring the accelerator, he saw the taillights of the Koenigsegg after two consecutive turns.
Wei Bingying had taken the lead, not Han Tong.
After a series of turns, both Han Tong and Wei Bingying had slowed down, giving Chen Fan an opportunity to catch up.
He took this turn without any haste, a normal curve.
Of course, his execution was exceptionally precise.
After exiting the turn, the gap closed again; he was only about twenty meters behind the Koenigsegg.
The narrowest corner was just over a hundred meters away, and the distance rapidly diminished, finally becoming a gap of only one car length.
As they approached the corner, Chen Fan said, "Hold on tight!"
He floored the accelerator, cutting directly into the inside lane.
Undoubtedly, he intended to overtake here.
But at that moment, as the Koenigsegg navigated the turn, it deliberately swerved inward, blocking the space.
Han Tong glanced at the approaching Lamborghini in his rearview mirror.
He wouldn't make the same mistake twice, so he blocked the racing line.
"Damn Han Tong!"
Chen Xing'er exclaimed in frustration.
Chen Fan lightly tapped the brakes, widening the gap between the two cars by a meter or two.
Just then, he suddenly spun the steering wheel and then quickly returned it.
On this turn, the car slid sideways, cutting directly into the outside lane.
With the accelerator pressed to the floor, Chen Fan gripped the steering wheel, his entire body seeming to meld with the car, becoming an extension of himself.
Han Tong couldn't see the taillights behind him in his left side mirror. He turned his head to the right, his expression shifting slightly.
He slammed on the accelerator, attempting to pull away and block Chen Fan again.
Losing to Wei Bingying was insignificant to him; they had their wins and losses against each other regularly.
But losing to Chen Fan would be a complete humiliation.
Unfortunately, by this point, Chen Fan had already navigated the corner using the pendulum turn and was moving faster. Despite Han Tong's acceleration, their distance narrowed, almost to a parallel position.
Through the dark tinted window, he thought he saw Chen Fan's face.
In a matter of mere breaths, the Lamborghini completed the overtake, adjusted its position, and occupied the center of the road.
"Damn it!"
Han Tong gritted his teeth, clinging on desperately.
Ahead of the Lamborghini, not far away, was Wei Bingying's 918.
Meanwhile, at the mountain summit, gasps of astonishment erupted.
"Second place, he's in second place!"
"That pretty boy has overtaken Young Master Han!"
"Young Master Han probably has no chance now!"
"..."
"It's really a pendulum turn!"
Those who were passionate about driving techniques looked on with rapturous expressions.
After witnessing the Lamborghini execute turn after turn, even those with less acute vision could discern what was happening.
This technique, in their eyes, was akin to a legend.
Following that, the three cars continued, nose to tail, navigating one corner after another.
The Lamborghini's cornering speed was undoubtedly the fastest, but the Porsche 918 ahead occupied the optimal position, preventing an easy overtake.
Just as Han Tong had experienced, after being overtaken once by Chen Fan on the descent, Wei Bingying had learned her lesson and would not give him another opening.
Thus, with only three corners remaining, a sigh of regret was heard from the summit.
"The track isn't wide enough, it's limiting the pendulum turn technique!"
"Sister Bingying is still the most consistent!"
"Although that guy lost to Wei Bingying, it's still a glorious defeat!"
"..."
Some lamented the missed opportunity, while Wei Bingying's supporters cheered with delight.
In this race, Wei Bingying's performance was flawless; no amount of praise would be excessive.
After the third-to-last corner, the Lamborghini clung tightly to the 918, but there was simply no space to overtake.
Inside the car, Chen Xing'er's expression soured. "Wei Bingying is so annoying. Seeing her face pisses me off. Brother, can you overtake her?"
Chen Fan smiled and replied, "No problem!"
Chen Xing'er had only spoken casually, and upon receiving Chen Fan's confident affirmation, she was taken aback. "Really? She's always hugging the center line; there doesn't seem to be any room to overtake!"
"Then I'll make room for her!"
Chen Fan responded nonchalantly. As the Porsche ahead slightly drifted to the left, he floored the accelerator.
Half of the Lamborghini's front entered the right lane.
Wei Bingying reacted instantly, swerving to the right.
Chen Fan eased off the accelerator and immediately cut into the left lane.
Inside the Porsche, Wei Bingying glanced at her rearview mirror and let out a cold laugh, continuing to block.
Chen Fan, however, seemed unwilling to give up, weaving left and right.
After several exchanges, there was still no opportunity.
Just then, they reached the second-to-last corner.
As the Porsche turned left to navigate the bend, Chen Fan, his hands firmly on the steering wheel, suddenly veered into the right lane.
He executed a drift and pendulum turn with masterful precision.
In that instant, having cleared the corner slightly ahead, Wei Bingying could not see which side the car behind her was on.
For Wei Bingying, this was a fleeting visual blind spot, lasting only a second or two.
Wei Bingying instinctively occupied more of the left lane because, conventionally, Chen Fan would use the left lane for an overtake around a corner.
But the next moment, her expression changed drastically.
As the silhouette of the Lamborghini appeared in her rearview mirror, it was clearly in the right lane.
Furthermore, due to the difference in cornering technique, Wei Bingying's speed was noticeably slower.
She frantically swerved right, attempting to block Chen Fan.
However, in that brief moment, the Lamborghini had caught up, inserting half its body.
Wei Bingying's face contorted, but she ultimately dared not forcefully steer right to reclaim the lane.
At this speed, there wasn't enough space; if she aggressively blocked the road, it would result in an accident.
And on a mountain road, such an accident could be fatal.
More likely, with the rear car impacting the middle of her vehicle, her Porsche would flip.
If a collision occurred, the Lamborghini would still have room to maneuver, and with Chen Fan's skill, he would undoubtedly maintain control of his car.
She, on the other hand, would likely not survive a tumble down the mountain.
She lacked that courage.
Therefore, she watched as the Lamborghini steadily closed the gap, ran parallel to her, and then gradually pulled away.
Before the final corner, the Lamborghini had taken the lead.
After completing the final corner, they were completely separated.
Inside the car, Wei Bingying was not angry; instead, she smiled wryly.
Roar!
The roaring supercar, like a beast, surged up the final incline and reached the flat summit.
After a hard brake, the Lamborghini executed a 360-degree drift, stopping in the center of the flat ground, like a returning king!