Female Novel
Chapter 584 A Car-racing God Emerged
"Damn!" What did we miss just now? How could it become like this? "
"How did he catch up with him? The speed of Regan's concept supercar is so fast, and it should be
much faster than Maximilian's Benz. Why did he get caught up? "
"It's incredible. Is the Mercedes-Benz modified? But even a modified Mercedes-Benz has no chance to
compete with the concept supercar! "
Everyone couldn't believe it, and felt that the scene before them was unreal.
Canaan laughed triumphantly, rushed to the confused commentator and snatched the microphone.
The commentator glared at Canaan, "Why are you stealing my microphone? Give it back to me!"
"It's impossible. Don't talk nonsense. From now on, I will explain the game for you. Your performance is
too lousy."
Canaan directly pushed the commentator away, picked up the microphone and said, "Hello everyone,
now I will explain it to you. You will witness a miracle today! No, it's magical to witness it! It will be an
unforgettable night for you! "
The rich young guys looked at Canaan angrily, but no one dared to talk back. Now that the situation
was gradually reversed, their determination had begun to shake.
"It seems you don't believe what I just said, but my master will prove it with action. You should wait and
see!"
After Canaan finished his opening remarks, he looked at the screen. On it, the concept supercar
entered the hairpin curve first, blocking the overtaking angle of the Mercedes-Benz.
"Regan's movements are excellent. It is undeniable that his driving skill is superb, but he is facing my
master! I dare to conclude that Regan's lead can't be maintained for three turns!"
A few rich young guys yelled with disagreement, indicating that Canaan’s words were a bit too much.
Even if Maximilian caught up with Regan, it did not mean that Regan would lose.
"Don't fucking talk nonsense. Does it make sense to praise your master? Now he hasn't surpassed
Regan. Maybe Regan was caught up deliberately in order to tease your master. "
"I think it's possible. Regan must think it's boring to win directly, so he deliberately teases your master.
You fucking take it seriously. What an idiot!"
Canaan smiled, glanced at the rich young guys who were talking, and did not argue with them
anymore. He was just waiting to show them the facts.
At that moment, Regan felt a lot of pressure. He had participated in countless racing tournaments with
both successes and failures, but he had never experienced such great pressure.
Even when he went to the McLaren fleet for trial training and competed with his teammates who won
the championship of Formula One race, Regan was not as nervous as he was now.
After passing the hairpin curve smoothly, Regan shifted the gear quickly and slammed the accelerator
to the bottom.
The engine of the concept sports car roared and its speed suddenly increased.
He took the time to look in the rearview mirror and saw the Mercedes-Benz was still closely behind him.
Regan hit the steering wheel hard.
"Damn it! Damn it! He was able to catch up with me with a trash Mercedes! This is totally wrong!"
Regan was not only a driver, but also a top learner, who knew well about automobile technology. As far
as wind resistance alone was concerned, the Mercedes-Benz had no possibility of catching up!
What was more, Regan's concept supercar adopted the latest twelve-cylinder engine, which was
extremely powerful.
In theory, the concept supercar had an overwhelming advantage, but the reality was completely
different.
Regan's forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, which kept slipping down and even flowed
into his eyes.
The salt in the sweat made Regan's eyes burning. But even so, he didn't have time to wipe the sweat
off his head.
"Speed up, speed up!"
Regan kept muttering, and he was about to step his foot directly into the fuel tank.
The Mercedes-Benz had caught up with half of the car body, which was really aggressive.
Regan concentrated his mind, accelerated again, and his car moved a bit away from the Mercedes-
Benz.
When he was about to continue accelerating, Regan saw the turning sign ahead and had no choice but
to slow down.
It was easy for the vehicle to lose control when cornering at high speed, so Regan could only reduce
his speed.
Regan was preparing to jockey for position after slowing down, but he saw a car shadow flashing past
him.
The Mercedes-Benz passed Regan's concept supercar at high speed, and rushed to the hairpin curve
without slowing down.
Regan was stunned for a moment, and then a contemptuous smile appeared on his face, "You are
courting death! You don’t even slow down while passing the hairpin turn. Even a car god can't do it! "
After talking to himself, Regan turned the steering wheel, went into the corner in advance, andnovelbin
prepared to go through the inner corner, so as not to be affected by Maximilian's Mercedes-Benz
rollover.
Yes, Regan was determined that Maximilian's Mercedes-Benz would inevitably overturn, so he made
protective actions in advance.
But when Regan entered the inside corner, he saw the Mercedes-Benz drifting at full speed. Not only
did it pass the corner without slowing down, but it also started to speed up when it was about to exit the
corner.
"Fuck! What is this operation? How could anyone have such a skill?" Regan shouted in shock.
After the shock, Regan felt frustrated.
If he had been caught up by Maximilian long ago, he could still find excuses to comfort himself. But at
the moment, seeing Maximilian's cornering technique surpassing human limits, he couldn't stand still at
all.
Even more shocked than Regan were the guys who were looking at the screen. They were silent,
staring blankly at the big screen.
The scene of Maximilian's cornering from an aerial perspective was more shocking than what Regan
saw in his car!
Except for Canaan, everyone else was in a complicated mood, which was beyond description.
Regan, whom they regarded as the god of car racing, was just passed in this way!
No, this was not a simple transcendence, but a complete defeat. Under Maximilian's amazing car
racing skills, Regan seemed to have no power to resist.
"Great!”
Canaan was the first to recall it, and he waved his arms and roared loudly, "Have you seen it? Did you
see that? Shouldn't you applaud for such a wonderful cornering technique? Shouldn't you applaud? "
"Ha ha, I know you are shocked! You didn't expect my master to be so awesome! No matter how good
a driver is, he is inferior to my master! Because my master is the supreme car racing god! "
Canaan stretched his finger to the sky, demonstrating that Maximilian was really the god of car
racing.