The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City

At a speed of 300 mph, only fifty meters left, what kind of concept is this?

kilometers per hour, converted to meters per second!

It’s about 83.3 meters per second!

Damn, that’s less than a second! Am I supposed to turn into Superman to stop it?

Are you kidding me?

It’s all up to fate now!

If Zhang Fan can get through, everything’s fine!

If he can’t, call an ambulance!

At this moment, countless spectators held their breath.

A three-centimeter obstacle at a speed of 300 mph, it’s really terrifying.

Can Zhang Fan make it through?

A group of girls directly closed their eyes.

Even Weng Shuang, who was extremely confident in Zhang Fan, did the same.

She dared not look!

Absolutely didn’t dare.

Fifty meters at a speed of 300 mph is almost the blink of an eye.

Countless people widened their eyes, staring intently at those two steel poles.

Dared not breathe!

This moment decides victory or defeat.

"Vroom!"

The white car silhouette turned into a flash of lightning and disappeared in an instant!

"Screech!"

The piercing sound made everyone’s nerves tense up at this moment.

Immediately, exclamations erupted.

Because at this time, the white supercar driven by Zhang Fan drifted through the 500-meter end and turned into the next corner!

"Damn!"

"Damn damn damn!"

"Did he make it?"

"Damn, he really made it."

Everyone from Tsinghua, even Li Liang, roared out.

A three-centimeter obstacle, did he cross it?

And at a speed of 300 mph?

At the same time, on Wood’s side, a storm raged in everyone’s heart.

"Damn, how did this freak Zhang Fan do it."

"300 mph through a three-centimeter obstacle. And this is damn well the first time! Is this guy a devil?"

"Why the hell did I just think of racing against him? Was my brain fried."

This track was made by them.

They’ve each played through this three-centimeter obstacle track no less than a thousand times.

No less than a thousand times.

Yet, their fastest speed was only eight mph!

This is the best record!

The best!

Normally, it’s only at a speed of 5 km/h to pass this place.

km/h, what kind of concept is that?

1.3 meters per second!

Just the speed of a normal person walking!

For a car, this is just turtle speed!

However, Zhang Fan now is at 300 mph!

Sixty times their speed!

Keep in mind, Wood is still a professional racer, though not top-tier, still a professional-level figure.

He can only manage this far, what about ordinary people?

Seeing this, they can only sigh in admiration!

And now Zhang Fan...

Honestly, Wood wanted to swear.

Damn, how crazy does one have to be to achieve this?

Say no more, even the world’s top racer wouldn’t dare to cross like this.

Failure means death!

Who dares?

"Madman, truly a madman!" Peng Zhan felt his scalp tingling, beads of sweat dripping like beans from his forehead.

"Damn it, this kid not joining professional racing is absolutely a waste." One reporter said, stunned.

"Yeah, with such racing skills, why even study? Damn, I really want to punch something."

"My son, older than Zhang Fan, but now only knows how to play games and flirt, with terrible grades, about to graduate, I don’t know what kind of job he’ll find after graduation."

"Same here! How on earth is Zhang Fan so excellent?"

"He even won the championship at the British Royal College of Music’s festival, and is a disciple of Huang Shansheng. Ahhh, I want to go home and beat the hell out of my kid!"

"+1! I want to beat him too."

Not only the group of reporters, but those middle-aged guys watching outside were grinding their teeth.

Why can other people’s kids be so outstanding?

Why?

Damn!

At the same time, Xiong Wei was shocked!

His eyes widened as big as cow’s eyes, staring in disbelief at those two steel poles.

"Impossible, impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

A shocked roar suddenly rang out.

Upon hearing this sound, the group from Tsinghua focused their gaze back on Xiong Wei.

Schadenfreude, greatly rejoicing!

"Hehe, Xiong Wei, now you know what a devil is?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, hardhead, you still dare to bet with Zhang Fan, I really don’t know what to say to you."

"You better prepare to streak. Zhang Fan there, is almost done.

"Hehe, three minutes, now Zhang Fan just used a little over a minute."

"How’s the feeling of being slapped in the face?"

The mocking laughter continuously rang out.

Chen Cheng and his group directly let go of Xiong Wei.

The three-minute time was no longer needed.

Chen Cheng was definitely going to lose.

Just need to make sure he doesn’t run off.

Hehe, streaking!

And in front of so many reporters, exhilarating.

It was at this moment, the exclamations rose again.

Because, at this moment, Zhang Fan’s car completely disappeared.

In the track, the car silhouette was completely gone.

All that was left was the rumbling sound of the engine.

"Damn, damn, where’s the car!"

"Shit, where’s the car?"

Countless people’s eyes were wide open.

Keep in mind, their position was seven or eight meters higher than the track.

The entire track in full view.

This damn thing, the car driving and driving, then the car disappears, what the hell is that?

For fuck’s sake, did they see a ghost?

Yet, the engine’s rumbling sound was still there.

"Where’s the car! Where’s the car!"

Countless eyes popped out, each pair constantly searching for the car silhouette.

Then in the next second, exclamations once again rang out.

"Damn!"

"Damn damn!"

"Damn damn damn..."

From the depths of everyone’s throat, the word ’Damn’ was shouted out.

On Wood’s side, a group of people were trembling, with disbelief all over their faces, watching the car silhouette suddenly appear, with a herd of alpacas racing through their minds.

Because at this moment, the car driven by Zhang Fan was no longer on the track.

Instead, it was racing along the two-meter-high walls on both sides of the track!

"This is going to heaven, damn it!"

"Holy shit, holy shit! How did he drive the car onto the wall?"

"Almost vertical with the ground. Vertical, how did he get up there?"

"Where’s Newton’s law? Damn, does this guy have superpowers?"

"Damn it! Newton’s coffin lid can’t hold him anymore. Can someone tell me how he got up there?"

At this moment, everyone also understood why Zhang Fan’s car suddenly disappeared.

The track just now was parallel to their location.

And the car was on the wall in the blind spot of their line of sight.

If they could see it, it would be a ghost!

But they couldn’t figure out how Zhang Fan got up there.

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