ABT Chapter 092: Betting Everything

Time ticked by slowly, and the race had entered its latter half. Li Fanyu had taken the lead, but he didn't feel relaxed at all. Alonso was trailing close behind him. On the straightaways, Li Fanyu managed to widen the gap slightly using the Buff from Xapp, but every time they hit a curve, Alonso closed in on him.

He finally experienced the prowess of the racing king firsthand. Even with the advantage of black technology and despite Alonso driving a car with poor acceleration, Li Fanyu couldn't say he had a firm upper hand!

He felt like a frantic mouse being chased by a silent yet fierce cat. This was the gap in skill. Even with Xapp, it couldn't be bridged. But this only made Li Fanyu more determined; this was the racing king. Even with all odds against him, Alonso could still contend with a driver equipped with a bug-like driving specialization!

The more Alonso defied expectations, the more Li Fanyu yearned to win the race.

Unbeknownst to him, Alonso was equally frustrated. Poor Fernando still didn't know that the person racing ahead was a thief aiming to replicate his driving skills. As he meticulously planned his route, he roared internally.

Damn it! What kind of car is that, and what kind of driving style is this? Shouldn't that cornering technique reduce speed? How can he keep the car steady on the verge of losing control and then miraculously maintain speed afterward? Damnit!

At first, the racing king was driven by Li Fanyu's boastful words, but now, he simply wanted to get past this annoying opponent who should have been overtaken long ago.

His opponent’s route choices and track interpretation were so naive, yet he had such astonishing speed. This made Alonso want to switch to an F1 car for the battle.

In their intense competition, neither of them noticed another car persistently trailing not far behind.

Hu Shuo was completely captivated by the race, exclaiming, “This is amazing! Li Fanyu and Alonso are neck and neck, with vastly different driving styles; Li Fanyu is all about flamboyance, while Alonso drives like a precision machine. Yet, they are evenly matched! I’ve been broadcasting races for years, and this is the first time I've seen such a bizarre scene!”

In his excitement, Hu Shuo didn't realize he was comparing a novice kart racer to a top-tier F1 champion.

Wang Lang, beside him, was equally baffled. This number 6 driver was just too strange! In his view, this guy should have spun off the track long ago. Such cornering techniques were suicidal in a formal race! Yet, not only did he stay on track, he was running neck and neck with Alonso.

This defied logic!

But then, something even more illogical appeared on the broadcast screen—a seemingly inconspicuous white car was closely following Li Fanyu and Alonso.

He tapped the excited Hu Shuo and said, “That number 16 driver...isn't simple either!”

“Huh? Oh my, this driver is still right behind them and not far off! Let me check number 16's profile. Got it. Chen Chen, fifteen years old, with three years of karting experience. Like Li Fanyu, he also recently obtained a national A-level license. Haha, I thought this race was a duel between two greats; now it looks like it could be a three-way battle! Alright, let’s focus back on the race and look forward to the spectacular performances of these three drivers!”

Under the pressure, Li Fanyu could no longer savor the thrill of drifting. Every curve now felt like torture, and he was reaching his limit.

Alonso had nearly overtaken him once, but at the last moment, Li Fanyu blocked him by making an emergency lane change.

This was a defensive maneuver, where a driver changes lanes to block an opponent attempting to overtake. However, race regulations allow such a move only once.

Although Li Fanyu successfully blocked Alonso and forced him to slow down, this also meant that his one-time lifesaver had vanished. For the remainder of the race, besides relying on speed to defeat the racing king, he had no other means to depend on.

At this moment, Li Fanyu's forehead was already slightly sweaty. Initially, he aimed to test how much Xapp had enhanced his abilities by competing against the racing king. However, the sudden appearance of a mission had amplified his desire to win the race exponentially.

Because winning meant replacing.

All of Alonso's track driving experience! Even gaining just fifty percent of it would drive countless racers mad with envy.

Through this bout with Alonso, he realized that even with intermediate driving specialization, the gap between him and the racing king was still immense. 

But if he could just hold on, hold on a bit longer, he could unlock a treasure that would make the world envious!

"Eight hundred meters to go, and one last turn!"

Li Fanyu gritted his teeth, casting aside all distracting thoughts, and focused intently on the track rapidly moving past beneath him.

Behind him, Alonso, wearing a black and red helmet, began shifting his car to the outer lane as they approached the curve, preparing to execute another precise overtaking maneuver.

The spectators in the stands, along with the two commentators in the broadcast room, were so tense that even their breathing felt labored.

Hu Shuo was completely absorbed in the race, having forgotten his commentary duties.

Professional driver Wang Lang managed to stay calm, but he too was on edge; if number 6 driver Li Fanyu won, just if he did, then he would become the first Chinese person to beat an F1 driver on track, even if this was merely an exhibition kart race!

However, just as everyone’s attention was fixated on Li Fanyu and Alonso, the previously unnoticed number 16 driver, Chen Chen, opened his mouth wide inside his helmet and let out a silent roar.

No! I don’t want my dream to end like this! I want to be a racer, the world’s top racer! I want to race in F1 and be the first Chinese person to stand on the podium and spray champagne!

Inside his helmet, Chen Chen widened his eyes, trying to counteract the tears that blurred his vision.

At this moment, Wang Lang, closely observing the situation on the track, noticed something unusual.

“Huh? What is the number 16 driver trying to do? At such high speed, and he’s not driving a four-stroke race car, a small-angle turn like that will definitely send him off the track. Does he intend to drift around the corner like number 6? But he’s a bit off the ideal line! My god, does he think this is a motorcycle race? Damn, that’ll break his ribs!”

On the track, Chen Chen suddenly shifted all his body weight to the left, causing the entire right side of the car to lift off the ground.

With a crisp crack, a sound came from Chen Chen’s left rib area. He let out a yell, steadying his trembling hands.

Car number 16, running on just two wheels like a motorcycle, tilted and took the corner at an incredibly high speed.


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