Ideals are full, but reality is very skinny. I have already been on the track. Under the same technology, everyone competes in the functions of racing. When the functions are almost the same, the only thing everyone can compete in is the track experience.

In this regard, there is no doubt that Watanabe Masao has done much better than Chinqi. Not only is he stuck in the front, but the distance is getting bigger and bigger, and in a blink of an eye, he has exceeded Chinqi's four parking spaces.

This made Xuan Qi speechless. After turning a corner, Xuan Qi was behind another parking space. If he just competed like this, he would definitely lose.

Why was he able to lead at the beginning, but now he is the most behind? Xuan Qi frowned and began to think hard. In the end, he found that he was not only lacking in experience, but also in his mentality.

Watanabe, who raced with his life, ignored life and death while pursuing the limit of speed. He was not afraid of accidents, and even had vague expectations for accidents. The reason he wanted to come back and race again was to end his life in glory, so he was not afraid of these.

This adds endless pressure to Xuan Qi. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who are wearing shoes. Xuan Qi will definitely not fight hard, but looking at the aggressive Watanabe Watanabe, Xuan Qi's heart is filled with anger and opens his mouth to ask the old man: "Can the dragon armor withstand the collision?"

The old man instantly understood Xuan Qi's meaning and opened his mouth and said, "Even can withstand the shells. What's this collision?"

After receiving the old man's affirmative answer, Xuan Qi took a breath and said, "That's great that I will fight with him today, but it's not about fighting hard, but about the defense of armor." As soon as Xuan Qi finished speaking, he felt an inexplicable warmth around his body, and the dragon armor had been added to Xuan Qi.

With confidence and confidence, Xuan Qi's eyes emitted light. In order to take into account his own safety, he had to leave three points of strength to deal with the accident. Now that he has a perfect solution, he naturally doesn't need to keep his energy. Xuan Qi pressed him on the throttle again.

Feeling the racing car coming up behind, Watanabe Mori began to get stuck again, turned the motorcycle head and ran on the track, trying to stop the speed of Kyōchi. Watanabe Mori believed that he would succeed. The driver with red eyes could bully rational drivers, and it was tried and done every time.

This time, Xuan Qi's speed did not drop, but instead chased forward a little. The front wheel almost hit Watanabe's rear wheel. Xuan Qi believed that relying on the strength of his arms, he would not suffer any loss in the collision.

With Xuan Qi's forward force, everyone around him immediately exclaimed. Every year, 70% of the accidents that occur on the track are due to collisions, and the remaining 30% are due to inconvenient control during turns, and directly hitting the wall.

So when the two cars were getting together with a slight difference, not only the people on the track were exclaiming, but even the people in front of the TV also exclaimed. The Chinese were praying for Shang Tao, and the islanders encouraged Watanabe again: "Crush the crawler behind" in everyone's eyes, touching the front wheel with the rear wheel must be the advantage of the rear wheel.

When the collision was about to occur, a hint of hesitation in Watanabe's heart rose. This was an irrelevant event, not a formal game, and he had just made a comeback. In addition, Shang Tao is just a small person with little fame. If he really collided, would something happen? If he died like this, wouldn't it be legendary enough?

Watanabe Mori, who has already begun to plan his own affairs, naturally hopes to die at the peak, just like a rose withering in the second after it blooms. When he dies, he must have witnessed it, and it is best to follow the world's top drivers around him and fall while competing with them.

So no matter how many people are watching, Shang Tao's level, the level of the competition, and even the results he has achieved now, they are all too different. Watanabe Watanabe, who was originally determined to die, doesn't want to die.

Just as Watanabe's head turned thousands of thoughts in an instant, the car came to the next turn one after another. Watanabe's turn first, and just as he cut into the corner, he suddenly felt a black shadow rushing towards him. Watanabe's brakes were so scared that he lowered his speed. He avoided the acceleration of the Renqi, and at the same time, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. Is this kid so fast, running so hard to reincarnate?

Xuan Qi, who seemed to have become a howitzer, flew out like a rampage. Because the angle of the turn was too large, the handlebars rubbed against the guard wall next to the track, and a red spark rushed out half a meter high. Xuan Qi turned around again, shook it twice before continuing to run along the track.

The desperate people didn't want to kill everyone around him. The turn just now was so thrilling. It had already transcended the scope of technology and was more like gambling luck. One foot was in the competition, but the other foot was on the verge of overturning. The car was destroyed and the people died in a slight slight way. No one expected that Xuan Qi would dare to play like this.

Even Watanabe Mori was a little surprised, and even wondered whether this man named Shang Tao had a terminal illness like him, otherwise why would he fight like this?

He was afraid of being stunned, and he was afraid of being desperate. Xuan Qi showed this kind of tiger spirit that was desperate. He was suppressed and he immediately took the lead. There were still four turns left. As long as he continued to fight like this, Xuan Qi believed that he could win.

The experienced Watanabe Watanabe is closely behind and does not relax at all. Strength and luck are the opposite. If a person has the strength, he will succeed once a time, and some people do not have the strength and do not want to dream hard and dream about getting something for nothing, but also place success on luck. Such people are destined to waste time in the abyss of failure.

When it was time to turn again, Watanabe Mori relied on unparalleled experience to find the most suitable angle and the most suitable time. With textbook-like drift, he exceeded half of his body position.

Xuan Qi, who already had a dragon armor, was not considering the complete problem at all. He accelerated wildly without slowing down and the speed of the motorcycle soared to the extreme. He used the handlebar to wipe the guardrail and rubbed a string of Mars to take the lead.

This made everyone around him feel nervous and excited. The drivers who dared to work hard like this and who were so lucky had never appeared since the league was held.

Matsusaka Saburo, who had been watching the game, no longer remembered how many times he had prayed, over and over again, praying that Shang Tao had overturned, or hit the guardrail or wall when turning. But today's prayer did not have any effect. Xuan Qi was still lucky, rubbing against Mars, and rushed through three bends while everyone was dumbfounded.

Shang Tao on the hospital bed, he never expected Xuan Qi to work so hard. Looking at the red sparks splashing, Shang Tao suddenly felt that it was too little to give Xuan Qi a Grand Slam, and at least he should give Xuan Qi two Grand Slams.

The national treasure-level racer was not in the lead at the end, but was suppressed by drivers from China. This result was beyond everyone's expectations.

Although the Chinese people said that Shang Tao could win at the beginning, it was more like a stubborn mouth that cheered his family. When Xuan Qi really took the lead, all Chinese people forgot to cheer and widened their eyes. They remembered the string of Mars left by the handlebars of the racing car when they rubbed against the walls every time they made a sharp turn. They also remembered the skewing of the black motorcycle on the track, and the king and death were really only separated by a hair.

It is simple to defend honor in peaceful times, but difficult to say this sentence. Not only did Shang Tao do it, but he also did it without regrets, and even did it more decisive than others expected. He was really fighting with his life and using countless times of luck to forge a miracle. But can good luck help Shang Tao to the end? No one dares to answer this question.

In the living room, Shang Chongwu had already put the wine bottle aside and hugged his wife and said with tears in his eyes: "This child is my species, obviously not as powerful as that Japanese devil, but he relied on this tiger force to suppress the Japanese devil."

Shang Tao's mother had long cried and her eyes were red: "Call the child and don't let him compare the speed so fast. If something happens..."

"This is the battlefield." Shang Chongwu pointed to the track and said: "In the peaceful era, this is the battlefield for men. Huaxia Erlang, my son of Shang Chongwu can be killed in battle and disabled. He must not be a deserter. What if there is an accident? What will happen in this era be unexpected?"

Shang Tao's mother shut her mouth and looked at Shang Tao for the last turn. As the two motorcycles got faster and faster, the time for one-point victory was finally here.

In front of the island nation's TV sets, the island people widened their eyes and shouted softly: "Watanabe, let the Chinese people know your power."

In China, everyone in front of the TV stared wide and shouted to Shang Tao: "Come on, Brother Tao, you are the best no matter whether you win or lose." A man who has never participated in an international event was just a racer who could reach the top 50 in the world, almost pressing from the starting point to the end point.

He has not received systematic training and is even one year older than Watanabe. What supports him to lead to the end is the spirit of unyielding spirit of not giving up

Everyone knows that as long as Shang Tao continues to train and maintains his current competitive state, with rich experience in the competition, Watanabe Mori is definitely not Shang Tao's opponent. So everyone thinks that Shang Tao has won. As long as you stick to the last corner, no matter whether you end up running first or second, Shang Tao is already a legend of Chinese motorcycles, K is the well-deserved king

Xuan Qi gritted his teeth tightly, and a cool color floated in his eyes. The turn was worn out half. The next time he turned, he could use the turn to polish the wall. Xuan Qi's knees slowly lifted up. Perhaps he could use the body to absorb shock to offset the friction. Xuan Qi had already made up his mind and did this next time.

Xuan Qi, who advocates Feng Shui, always feels that since he wants to fight the first shot, he must start. Whether it is a private competition today or a formal competition tomorrow, he will decide the first place.
Chapter completed!