ABT Chapter 093: Bro, Steady!

Time seemed to freeze.

Three cars, each with a different cornering style, were a rare sight in a formal race.

Alonso's cornering was meticulously calculated, taking all factors into account for the optimal choice—this was the technical approach.

Li Fanyu's cornering was entirely intuitive, guided by the driving expertise implanted in his consciousness—this belonged to the instinctive approach.

And then there was Chen Chen, who cornered with a reckless determination to win, disregarding his own safety. He had discovered this method during a training session when he made a mistake. With the car's two wheels off the ground, the shift in the car's center of gravity allowed for maximum turning force. Essentially, he was temporarily turning the go-kart into a motorcycle.

The go-kart's motor was on the right side, and Chen Chen put all his weight on the left side, turning himself into a lever. This method, however, caused significant harm to the driver.

But it worked—thus, he belonged to the life-burning approach!

Amidst the screeching tires, Alonso's eyes widened as he saw what seemed like a fighter jet skimming past him.

The turn was almost over, and he watched as car number 16 bizarrely made it through the turn, wobbling toward the finish line after a series of bumps. He had already mentally dismissed number 16.

But now, this kid who had been trailing behind him was suddenly racing ahead like a deity! Alonso's meticulously planned route was disrupted.

Seeing Alonso's disarray, Li Fanyu quickly adjusted his car's rear end and tried to take advantage of its excellent straight-line acceleration.

But he couldn't. Although Alonso's route was disrupted, he used extraordinary skills to quickly recover, holding onto his speed and slowly overtaking Li Fanyu again!

What the heck!

Li Fanyu felt like killing himself; drifting looked cool, but it ultimately slowed him down!

Alonso's cornering angle allowed him to successfully overtake again. Not only did he surpass Li Fanyu, but he also quickly closed in on the currently leading Chen Chen!

Li Fanyu pressed on in pursuit. Truth be told, all he could do was floor the gas pedal and hope his lost speed would gradually recover, hoping to catch up using Xapp's speed boost.

The three cars now occupied three separate lanes, with only 300 meters left to the finish line.

Li Fanyu was in third place, watching as Alonso slowly pulled away from him, charging towards car number 16 for the final push.

The spectators were on fire from the recent string of thrilling moments. The grandstand at the finish line erupted in deafening cheers.

"Go! Go!" ...

In the broadcast room, Hu Shuo was ecstatic: "Alonso! Alonso used a brilliant cornering maneuver to overtake, leaving Li Fanyu behind! With 200 meters to go, can he overcome all odds to win? Or will the little-known number 16 driver Chen Chen make history by becoming the first Chinese driver to defeat an F1 driver head-on on the track? Chen Chen doesn’t look good; he's now controlling the steering wheel with one hand, clutching his chest with the other. It seems that extreme cornering move caused him significant harm!

Alonso, Alonso is about to overtake! Chen Chen is clearly at his limit.

The three cars are now like three fingers pressed together; who will win, and who will lose? Is there still suspense?

Defense! It's a defense! Chen Chen has one defensive block left, and he changes lanes! The defense is successful! Don’t give Alonso any chance!"

The great young Chinese kart driver, he inherits the glorious tradition of the old generation of sportsmen—Li Ning, Zhuang Zedong, and Kong Linghui have all imbued this soul!...

Yes, Alonso was blocked.

Seeing his attempt to overtake thwarted, he jerked the steering wheel, trying to escape to the right. But just as he swerved, he saw Li Fanyu already catching up and firmly blocking his side.

Li Fanyu's grin almost reached his ears; "Number 16 buddy, steady! The championship is yours, I'll handle Alonso! I'll guard the second position!"

The speed had already picked up, and Li Fanyu, smirking, watched as his car's front slowly overtook Alonso's.

The three cars raced towards the finish line in a triangular formation, though it should be viewed horizontally. Chen Chen firmly blocked Alonso, and Li Fanyu sealed off his attempt to overtake from the right. Poor Alonso was squeezed between the two, roaring across the finish line.

"Congratulations, mission accomplished. Consciousness replication will commence shortly."

Hearing the information in his mind, Li Fanyu let go of the steering wheel and raised his hands high. Before the car even stopped, he leaped out with a flip, shouting with abandon.

"Yahoo! Yeah!"

"I'M the king!"

"I am the king of the world!"

"Awoo!!!"

...

He raised his hands high, crazily running, jumping, and rolling on the track...

After venting furiously, he even took off his gloves and threw them forcefully towards the stands, causing a commotion as the audience scrambled for them.

Alonso took off his helmet, smoothed his hair that had been squashed out of shape, and helplessly looked at the frenzied Li Fanyu: "It's not even a Grand Prix, what's this fool showing off for?"

Holding his ribs, Chen Chen painfully parked the car beside the track. Watching the bouncing and very cute Li Fanyu, he glanced suspiciously at the nearby LED scoreboard and muttered to himself in confusion: "I remember... I was the champion?"

...

In the press center, the top three drivers were being interviewed. Chen Chen had been confirmed to have a fractured rib and was urgently sent to the hospital, so only Alonso and Li Fanyu were sitting at the podium.

Reporters raised their hands one after another, and Alonso casually pointed to one.

"Mr. Alonso, although this was an exhibition race, how do you feel about losing to an opponent who is inferior to you in both status and age?"

After hearing the translation from his assistant, Alonso grinned: "I don't think I lost in terms of skill and strength."

The reporter pressed on: "Then what do you think of the level of the two drivers? In your opinion, do they have a chance to reach the heights of F1?"

On the track, Alonso has extraordinary calmness and composure. But off his battlefield, he is actually a lively big kid.

He curled his lips and started his intermittent blabbering: "One is unconventional, the other doesn't know his limits. The one beside me is almost too old for F1. As for that number 16 driver just now, if he continues with such a reckless style, he might even die on tracks a level higher than karting, let alone F1. In short, it's difficult for either of them to achieve anything in the sport of racing."


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