"Oh my God, what did I just see? Situ Yang just did a drift and achieved 7 meters per second?"
"What? That's impossible, wasn't it 5 meters per second just now?"
When Situ Yang continuously drifted through the fifth corner and achieved 7 meters per second, some racers who understood racing and could judge distance at a glance exclaimed in surprise.
Of course, those who didn't understand naturally didn't believe it, but Bai Lingfeng said, "That's right, Situ Yang just did 7 meters per second."
As he spoke, excitement flashed in Bai Lingfeng's eyes.
"Really? Does that mean there's still hope for tonight's race? That's great, go Situ Yang..."
"What do you mean there's still hope? It's like we lost already. I told you Detained Situ Yang was hiding his strength. We won't know the result until the last moment of this race..."
"Haha, go Situ Yang, take down these little devils..."
