The supercar circle also decided on the participants.
Wei Bingying sat in Chen Fan's passenger seat, while Han Tong, understanding Chen Fan's intentions, did not participate.
The other three were Song Baihua, Zheng Qingmo, and another technically proficient driver from the circle.
Engines roared, and as a fashionable beauty threw her underwear, ten cars thundered down the downhill intersection, vying for position.
The difference was immediately apparent. The gap at the start fully manifested. Ye Sihai's five cars moved as one, taking the lead. Their coordinated actions effectively blocked Chen Fan's cars to the outer lanes.
After their five cars had driven ahead and occupied the mountain road, then came the cars from their side.
"Their start was too professional. Only Han Tong, Jiang Yun, and I could barely keep up," said Wei Bingying from Chen Fan's passenger seat.
"Among them, the driver from Aolai Country is named Pu Yuhuan. He's said to be ranked in the top twenty globally. The others are also highly ranked!"
Chen Fan, driving Wei Bingying's 918, said, "No rush, it's just the beginning!"
He hadn't tried to grab a position at the start, as there was no need for it.
"After descending Yanping Mountain, there are still about twenty kilometers. The map showed a narrow path that only allows one car to pass. It won't be easy for you to win against their five alone!" Wei Bingying said.
"Victory and defeat might not be that important," Chen Fan said with interest.
They sped along, one corner after another.
The gap between Chen Fan and Song Baihua ahead widened, as they were being outrun by Ye Sihai's group.
Helplessly, they made way for Chen Fan.
Chen Fan's car caught up to one car at the fifth corner, which was the Lotus supercar.
Seeing Chen Fan approaching, the car didn't increase its speed. Instead, it completely blocked the road, giving Chen Fan no chance to overtake.
This was their strategy. This Lotus supercar blocked Chen Fan, making it difficult for Chen Fan to catch up to the other cars behind him.
Such a strategy was annoying but also open and honest, leaving no room for complaint.
After all, Song Baihua and the others couldn't keep up with these drivers.
From the fifth corner to the tenth, the Lotus supercar showcased its driving skills, its speed fluctuating at will, tightly blocking the route.
The driver of the Lotus supercar was a short man from Sakura Country. He glanced in the rearview mirror at the swaying Porsche 918, which couldn't overtake him on either side, and a smug smile appeared on his face.
His name was Kondo No, and he was ranked among the top fifty drivers on the international circuit. In Sakura Country, he was considered the light of the new generation in racing, having won several championships.
To him, toying with a driver from the capital of Daxia was a piece of cake.
In the blink of an eye, they reached the tenth corner.
This was a series of consecutive turns, the most dangerous section of the Yanping Mountain track.
As they turned, the driver slowed down calmly, yet without compromising his skill, holding his position.
Chen Fan's Porsche 918 squeezed into the inside of the Lotus supercar.
The Lotus supercar immediately turned inwards.
However, due to the sharp turn, this process was slightly delayed.
Chen Fan's car was very steady, maintaining its speed on the inside, seemingly forcing the Lotus supercar to yield.
Kondo No sneered and stomped on the accelerator, shifting further to the right, intending to completely block Chen Fan's path and leave no opportunity.
However, in the next instant, he was startled.
The eleventh corner of the consecutive turns appeared, a sharp left turn of nearly 180 degrees. He had to brake slightly and sharply turn the steering wheel to the left.
If he didn't turn, his car would hit the guardrail and roll down the mountain.
At this precise moment, he suddenly heard the roar of the engine intensify, thundering in his ears.
He glanced over. In this brief opening, the white Porsche 918, like a phantom, didn't slow down. Instead, it surged forward and passed on the outer lane.
How was this possible?
Kondo No's expression stiffened, disbelief flashing in his eyes.
He hadn't ruled out Chen Fan using this momentary gap to overtake, but he had instinctively dismissed the possibility.
On such a series of turns, overtaking on the outside was too dangerous. Any slight deviation could send him crashing through the guardrail and flipping over. Even a master like himself wouldn't dare to be so reckless.
Moreover, this opportunity lasted only a few blinks of an eye, fleeting. He didn't believe Chen Fan had the skill to seize such a chance.
But reality slapped him in the face. Chen Fan had used this critical moment, controlling the car with consummate skill, to overtake.
As a professional racer, he felt extremely unwilling. Gritting his teeth, he shifted slightly further to the right.
The distance between their cars grew smaller and smaller, threatening to collide.
Seeing that Chen Fan showed no intention of backing down, Kondo No shook his head in resignation, swung his steering wheel to the left, and completely opened up the road.
In the next moment, Chen Fan passed him and sped away.
As a professional racer, Kondo No still had his own principles and wouldn't deliberately cause a fatal accident.
Of course, he didn't know that if they had collided, the outcome would likely have been him flipping his car.
He opened the car communicator and said in Sakura Country's language, "Ye, he passed me."
Several voices came from the communicator.
Ye Sihai: "Understood!"
"Wow, not bad. It seems our opponents this time are not so easily defeated."
A woman's voice chimed in: "Kondo, your skill is so poor that him passing you doesn't prove anything!"
"I'm waiting for him to try and pass me!"
Without obstruction, Chen Fan's speed surged. He took the next few corners perfectly, with negligible deceleration.
However, it wasn't until he exited the last corner, entered the main road, and accelerated to his maximum speed that he saw the taillights of the cars ahead.
Ahead was the red Ferrari LaFerrari, like a ball of flame, already exceeding two hundred kilometers per hour, speeding like the wind.
Of course, Chen Fan's speed was not slow either, and he kept pace with the car.
The road here was wide enough, and this Ferrari couldn't block Chen Fan's path anymore.
However, it occupied the center of the road. Upon seeing Chen Fan catching up, it clearly accelerated.
Chen Fan floored the accelerator but still couldn't overtake it.
After all, in terms of horsepower and performance, this Ferrari was superior to Wei Bingying's Porsche 918.
"The driver of this car is named Chu Jie. He's a well-known driver from Shencheng in the south and is quite famous in the domestic racing scene," Wei Bingying said, staring at the car ahead. "I wonder what Ye Sihai's background is, to gather so many top drivers and form such a team."
"If we weren't on opposing sides, joining such a team would be a dream."
Chen Fan smiled and said, "If you really like racing, I'll contact you about joining Hamilton's team."
"The King of Racing, Hamilton?" Wei Bingying was stunned. "Are you serious?"
Chen Fan smiled.
Wei Bingying's expression became somewhat excited. Hamilton was a true King of Racing, not someone self-proclaimed, but recognized as the best by top drivers worldwide.
To be able to join the King of Racing's team would be a rare opportunity for her, who loved racing.
But she quickly deflated. "Forget it. I can't handle the hardship of turning my hobby into someone's top professional career."
"You're quite clear-headed."
"One must know their own limits. For me, Hamilton is like an idol in a different galaxy. Joining his team wouldn't be a very pleasant experience..."
As she spoke, she exclaimed, "Be careful!"
A truck was speeding towards them from the opposite direction, and they were occupying the oncoming lane, with the parallel Ferrari LaFerrari on one side.
At this speed, a single mistake could lead to a destroyed car and a lost life.