Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 42 The Deadly Hairpin Turn

"Is this so-called ’Car God’ a bit overrated? He’s getting overtaken on a series of corners."

"Looks like that kid in the Buick is something else. To have such incredible drifting skills on the corners..."

The crowd by the racetrack was abuzz with discussion. The racing experts among them were already looking at the Buick in a new light. At first, everyone thought Wu Tian was all talk, but his incredible drifting through the series of corners made the true racing enthusiasts realize just how extraordinary his skills were.

However, people like Bing Hong, who were there for other reasons, thought differently.

"This ’Car God’ must be a fake. How can an Audi lose to a Buick?" Bing Hong said disdainfully.

Standing beside her, Lin Fa frowned. "No, that’s not it," he said to Bing Hong. "I’m a racing fan too, and I think my boss’s driving skills... they seem..."

He trailed off, as if the rest of the thought was too outrageous to voice.

"Seem like what? Just spit it out! Stop hesitating, it’s not very manly," Bing Hong huffed.

In her eyes, Nangong Yi was the only real man. Even though Nangong Yi had never been kind to her while Lin Fa constantly tried to please her, she remained unmoved. She believed a man like Nangong Yi was the only one worth dating. As for Lin Fa? He’d bring her an umbrella in the rain, deliver midnight snacks, and fuss over her when she was sick. He might have been moved by his own actions, but Bing Hong just saw him as a servant.

Lin Fa sighed. "On a series of corners like this... I think the only person who could pull off that kind of technique in a Buick is Schumacher." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Nonsense!" Bing Hong snapped, thinking Lin Fa was spouting utter garbage. Even though Bing Hong disliked racing, she still knew the name Schumacher. In her mind, how could Wu Tian possibly be mentioned in the same breath?

Now, both the Buick and the Audi had exited the corners and entered a straightaway.

Alright, time to catch up, Chen Kuohai thought. He had to admit that when it came to drifting and cornering, he was no match for the guy in the Buick. But on a straightaway, the Audi’s horsepower can’t possibly be worse than that shabby Buick’s.

The Audi revved its engine and, in the blink of an eye, was right behind the Buick. Its current speed completely outclassed the Buick’s. But when Chen Kuohai tried to overtake, the Buick blocked his path. If the Audi veered left, the Buick blocked the left. If the Audi veered right, the Buick blocked the right. Wu Tian knew the Audi was in a different league on the straightaway, but all he had to do for now was block its path. That way, no matter how fast the Audi was, it was useless.

Chen Kuohai grew anxious. He swerved the Audi left and right but couldn’t break past the Buick. It was as if the other driver knew his every move in advance, which left Chen Kuohai feeling both furious and helpless.

Finally, they reached another series of corners. Chen Kuohai despaired. The Buick blocked him on the straights and was impossible to catch on the corners. He was utterly at a loss.

On this new series of corners, the Buick closed the distance to Nangong Yi’s Porsche 911 with inconceivable speed.

Inside the Porsche, a confident smile remained on Nangong Yi’s lips. This race is mine, he thought. He had once been the King of Soldiers, forced to face enemies on deserted islands, vast deserts, and open plains. He often needed to make a quick escape by car, and it was during those life-or-death moments that he had honed his driving skills.

Nangong Yi was aware of Wu Tian’s skill. He knew he couldn’t match Wu Tian’s technique on the corners, but he still had absolute confidence in himself. The Buick was no match for the Porsche’s speed. This meant that on the straights, the Buick had no chance of outrunning him.

Nangong Yi mused. Wu Tian’s cornering is good, sure. But as long as I keep my Porsche in front and block his path, he’ll never be able to overtake me. It’ll be just like how he’s been blocking that Audi.

Sure enough, after several more corners, the Buick was right on the Porsche’s tail.

"This guy has about thirty percent of my skill," Wu Tian remarked, pushing the Buick to its limit as a faint smile touched his lips.

"You... seem very confident you can win," Xia Qian said. She no longer dared to underestimate his driving. Sitting in the car as the scenery flew backward in a blur, she felt a thrill she hadn’t experienced since high school. She was absolutely astonished by his technique. This method of driving through corners without braking was something she thought only a legend like Schumacher could do.

"The race will be decided on the next corner," Wu Tian said with a smile. "The pass is going to be spectacular. You don’t want to miss it."

Xia Qian nodded eagerly, curious to see how Wu Tian planned to overtake. After all, Nangong Yi was certain to block the road with everything he had.

Finally, they reached the last set of continuous corners, a section notoriously known as the "Deadly Hairpins." A hairpin is a term for a very tight, sharp corner on a track, one with an almost devilish angle. Racers almost always have to slow down for them, as they are incredibly dangerous and notorious for causing rollovers and other accidents.

As they entered the hairpins, even Nangong Yi, who had driven this track many times, was forced to slow down due to the treacherous nature of the turns. But from Xia Qian’s perspective, Wu Tian was his usual self, showing no sign of panic whatsoever. By this point, Chen Kuohai’s Audi was too far behind to be a factor. Wu Tian’s only opponent was Nangong Yi.

But upon entering the hairpins, Wu Tian did the opposite. He slammed on the accelerator, charging into the turns like a furious, death-defying lion.

By the side of the track, Nangong Yi’s fans cried out.

"That guy in the Buick, is he insane? Driving that fast here?"

"He’s definitely going to die!"

"So you mean he’s going to crash?"

"Oh my god, I hope he doesn’t take our Nangong down with him!"

Some fans turned to ask the more knowledgeable spectators, "Who do you think will win?"

A few of the experienced drivers replied, "Nangong Yi, of course. The way that Buick is driving, there’s no way he’ll make it through these deadly, continuous hairpins."

"Yeah, the car will probably give out halfway through."

Hearing this from people who knew what they were talking about, Nangong Yi’s fans were ecstatic.

Yet, Wu Tian’s Buick never crashed. Right there in the hairpins, the Buick finally caught up to the Porsche.

As they entered the very last corner, the Buick made its move, forcing an aggressive overtake.

Inside his Porsche, Nangong Yi glanced over and saw Wu Tian through the Buick’s window, a calm smile on his face.

He’s going to overtake? Here? On this terrifying hairpin? Isn’t he afraid of crashing? Nangong Yi’s pupils constricted. He couldn’t believe Wu Tian would actually dare to risk an overtake at a moment like this.