Chapter 144 Is William a Racing God?
Everyone was stunned.
William had to be joking, right? Had he ever driven a car?
Betty's face turned even more grim. She was going to be utterly humiliated today.
A group of people snickered, feeling helpless about William in the video.
"Start!"
On the track, the hot race girl dropped the red flag.
Clarence's Ferrari roared to life and shot forward, leaving William far behind.
On the track, William's AE86 was still stationary, seemingly doing nothing.
"William, what are you doing? Why aren't you moving?" Betty anxiously grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled.
William shrugged helplessly and said, "Sorry, I mistook the brake for the gas pedal."
Everyone burst into laughter.
Betty was so dizzy with anger that she threw the walkie-talkie away and sat in her chair. She was so furious that she no longer paid attention to William.
William was a total loser.
However, the next second, the noise in the control room suddenly died down.
"Is that a wheelie launch?" someone shouted.
Betty frowned, but she was completely confused. She glanced over and saw William's AE86 shaking violently, then the front of the car lifted high, and the car shot forward like an arrow.
This scene left everyone in the room dumbfounded.
On the large electronic screen outside, the scene was broadcast live. Not only that, today's race was also being streamed online within their racing community.
Everyone who saw what happened was stunned.
It really was a wheelie launch.
In the racing world, there was a legend about how this starting technique only belonged to one person!
He was an unbeatable legend. A four-time consecutive world champion in F1 racing and the undisputed world racing god.
"How does he know how to do that? That's a wheelie launch."
In the control room, many racers were shocked, then excited, thrilled, and ecstatic.
"Seven years. It's been seven years since we've seen a wheelie launch."
"That was his legendary move, he's back!"
"Who the hell is he?"
A few veteran racers and data analysts were all stunned.
They were incredibly shocked as they looked at William on the screen, the same William they had previously ridiculed.
Who was he, really?
Even those who didn't understand racing were now extremely surprised and started asking those around them.
"What is a wheelie launch? You guys make it sound amazing. Can William really do that?"
"Yeah, stop being mysterious. Who is he?"
"No way, you guys make it sound so impressive. Who is he really?"
Unable to contain their curiosity, everyone started asking questions.
At that moment, a middle-aged man walked out from the back of the crowd, looking a bit shabby and holding a coffee cup, with some gray hair at his temples.
"Mr. Knight."
The crowd parted, making way for the middle-aged man.
This was Rodolfo Knight, the behind-the-scenes owner of the Dragonstone Mountain Raceway. He was worth eight hundred million dollars and was a well-known tycoon in the racing world.
Rodolfo not only raced but also managed a racing team. He had his own private racing club and was a professional racer.
He was once the national racing champion, the undisputed domestic racing god. He was highly respected by all racers and he had a large fan base.
As soon as Rodolfo appeared, everyone showed great respect.
Rodolfo raised an eyebrow, glanced at the monitor, and couldn't hide his excitement. He said, "A wheelie launch is currently the fastest starting technique in the world, and the inventor of this technique is a legend. This person is the F1 world champion, a four-time consecutive winner, arguably the highest-level racer in the world today, and can be called the world racing god, having created countless legendary records in the racing world that no one has broken to this day."
As Rodolfo explained, the expressions on everyone's faces went from shock to numbness.
"Mr. Knight, are you saying this William is that mysterious world racing god? No way!" Milton, standing in the crowd, said in disbelief.
Clearly, William was just an ordinary, poor guy. There was no way he could be the world racing god.
It had to be fake.
Milton wasn't alone in his suspicions. Many others also had the same doubts.
It was unbelievable.
Rodolfo frowned, looking at the monitor and the electronic screen. He was also puzzled, and said, "I don't know either. That mysterious racing god disappeared seven years ago and hasn't been seen since. Countless people have tried to find him, but no one has any information."
Rodolfo was also very skeptical. Could such a mysterious figure appear in this nondescript place?
Moreover, looking at the onboard camera, William seemed too ordinary.
The only thing that struck Rodolfo as unusual was William's level of seriousness about racing, which was unmatched. In the footage, William appeared particularly relaxed, as if this wasn't a race at all.
Seeing this, Milton and others sneered. "Mr. Knight, I think everyone is mistaken. How could he be that world racing god? He probably just copied it. He's nothing special."
Rodolfo nodded, took a sip of coffee, and sat down to closely follow the live broadcast of the race.
Betty stood at the back of the crowd, watching William on the screen, a sly smile on her lips. She thought to herself, 'Could William really be that world racing god?'
Back on the track, Clarence was completely relaxed, leading by a long shot, a confident smile on his face.
A loser trying to challenge him? What a joke!
But when Clarence looked in the rearview mirror, his heart skipped a beat.
William had caught up.
Clarence stepped on the gas, and took the next turn with a sideways drift, leaving William's AE86 behind.
On the track, a group of people cheered for Clarence. "Awesome!"
The live broadcast was also being streamed in the city's racing community.
William's wheelie launch had already caused a sensation, exciting many people. This was a world-class starting technique that hadn't been seen in seven years!
Many people started to get curious about who was racing against Clarence today, but three minutes later, William was still far behind Clarence.
Many people began to doubt their initial thoughts. Did they guess wrong?
With such driving skills, he seemed like a novice racer with no technique at all.
Rodolfo was also disappointed. He shook his head and got up to leave. It seemed he had guessed wrong.
Suddenly, someone shouted, "Hairpin turn! Five consecutive hairpin turns!"
The winding roads of Dragonstone Mountain made the five consecutive hairpin turns the most exciting part of the race.
The risk of drifting through five consecutive hairpin turns was much higher than regular sharp turns, because the car had to constantly accelerate and decelerate, with much larger drift angles.
In such turns, any mistake could result in a fatal crash.
So even a state champion like Clarence would slow down and use the simplest sideways drift in the hairpin turns.
It was time-consuming but safe.
Most drivers couldn't even manage a sideways drift in such turns.
Rodolfo sat back down and said a few words to the data analyst. "Let's see Clarence's time and speed through the five consecutive hairpin turns."
Everyone got busy.
The professional racing assistant spoke to Clarence through the walkie-talkie. "Clarence, let's test your time and speed through the five consecutive hairpin turns."
Clarence confidently agreed.
Now, all eyes were on Clarence. Everyone wanted to see if he could break the record and set a new one for the five consecutive hairpin turns.
Two hundred feet!
One hundred feet!
Fifty feet!
The Ferrari's engine roared, making a pleasant sound.
Clarence confidently shifted gears, braked, and turned the steering wheel hard!
The red Ferrari drifted sideways like the wind, easily passing the first hairpin turn!
Five seconds and six milliseconds!
A new record was set!
The crowd cheered!
Clarence's previous time for the first hairpin turn was seven seconds and seventy-eight milliseconds!
It was an improvement of over a second!
Incredible!
But just as everyone was cheering, on the big electronic screen, a black car, like a flash of lightning, quickly passed the screen, overtaking Clarence's red Ferrari by dozens of feet!
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