Starting as a War God: Global Goddesses Blocking my Door

What! "Let the bullets fly for a while"?

As soon as these words came out, the group of professional racecar drivers at Zifeng Mountain were first stunned and then burst into uproarious laughter.

"What's this kid talking about? 'Let the bullets fly for a while'? Hahaha! This time Brother Bin has even brought out his signature ride; do you think you still have a chance of beating Brother Bin?"

"That's right! Brother Bin is Central Plains' number one Racing God. He ranks among the top three racers nationwide, with unquestionable strength. In front of Brother Bin, you're nothing but a little brother among little brothers!"

"You only beat Sister Jingwen by cheating just now, and now we're all watching; it's impossible for you to cheat again. You still want to crush Brother Bin? How naive!"

At this moment, many professional racecar drivers looked at Ye Fan with scorn, thinking that Ye Fan was just acting brave, having been frightened by Ma Wenbin's astonishing driving skills.

"Let the bullets fly for a while"?

Upon hearing Ye Fan's words, Xu Ruoxuan's beautiful eyes sparkled as she watched him, her mind seemingly contemplating something.

Zhuang Jingwen's heart was in her throat; she knew Ye Fan's driving skills were solid, and that he had modified the AE86 to a miraculous extent, but the Zifeng Mountain Racetrack was mostly made up of winding roads after the first kilometre or two of straight track, requiring drifting.

She had seen online that the world's highest drift speed was 304.96 km/h!

In other words, even if Ye Fan were to accelerate later on, it would be very difficult for him to surpass this world record for drifting.

Ma Wenbin was no ordinary person. If Ye Fan was easing up at the start, would it be possible for him to beat Ma Wenbin later?

For a moment, Zhuang Jingwen couldn't help but worry for Ye Fan.

After all, if Ye Fan couldn't beat Ma Wenbin, it would imply that the suspicions of cheating during his match with Xu Ruoxuan were true.

"Kid, you're still too green to compete with me!"

Behind the wheel of the Lamborghini Veneno, Ma Wenbin laughed heartily, his face exuding arrogance as he paid no mind to Ye Fan.

To Ma Wenbin, Ye Fan was just a cheating jester. Daring to race with him on the winding tracks of Zifeng Mountain was like looking for trouble in a toilet — just ridiculous!

Watching ahead, Ma Wenbin jeered, "Still, I must thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had such a good opportunity to showcase my talents in front of Ruo Xuan! Tsk tsk!"

Defeating Ye Fan wasn't the goal; he was infatuated with Xu Ruoxuan, but she had been indifferent to him for a long time. Today, he planned to use this opportunity to impress her with his invincible driving skills and win her heart.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the Lamborghini Veneno turned into a blur as it shot towards the foot of Zifeng Mountain. In the blink of an eye, it was less than a hundred meters from the base of the hill.

What was shocking was that after the intense straight sprint, when it approached the first turn, the Lamborghini did not slow down.

200 km/h! 220 km/h!

240 km/h!

"Brother Bin's speed is incredible!" exclaimed the racecar drivers, faces filled with shock.

As everyone looked on, they saw the Lamborghini Veneno charging into the curve, followed by a piercing sound of tires harshly scraping against the asphalt.

Whoosh—

In less than three seconds, the Lamborghini Veneno successfully completed a drift at a stunning speed of 240 km/h.

"Wow!"

With Ma Wenbin's successful drift, the place immediately erupted into a buzz of excitement.

"He did it, Brother Bin did it! He flew past the first turn at 240 km/h; Brother Bin is just so cool!"

"Yeah, Brother Bin is truly our idol. Looking across the country and even around the world, who else can take a turn at 240 km/h on the first bend?"

"That's amazing, Brother Bin is incredible!"

In an instant, the eyes of the many professional racecar drivers at Zifeng Mountain became even more feverish; the spectacle had filled them with passion.

On the Zifeng Mountain Racetrack, only a few professional racecar drivers could take the first turn at 200 km/h.

In contrast, Ma Wenbin took the first turn at a speed of 240 km/h, which inherently showcased his formidable strength. Even Xu Ruoxuan was stunned, clearly not expecting Ma Wenbin to be so powerful.

Zhuang Jingwen glanced over and said to Ye Fan, "Aren't you going to make a move? Ma Wenbin is not someone to be taken lightly!"

"Sister Jingwen, don't worry, let the bullet continue flying!" Ye Fan's face was brimming with an enigmatic smile.

Seeing Ye Fan remain calm and collected, Zhuang Jingwen clenched the hem of her clothes nervously. In her view, with such a large gap created by Ma Wenbin, unless the world's top Racing God arrived, it would be very difficult to defeat Ma Wenbin.

"Let the bullets fly?"

A group of professional race car drivers heard Ye Fan's words, and they all mocked him without restraint.

"Here it comes, everyone, look! Brother Bin is about to take the second turn!" Suddenly, someone shouted.

As soon as these words came out, who would still have the mind to mock Ye Fan? They instantly turned their attention to the big screen.

Zifeng Mountain Racetrack is the most professional racetrack in Central Plains, equipped with the world's most advanced technology. Not only can one observe the condition of the drivers throughout the race, but one can also accurately measure the speed of the cars.

"My god, Brother Bin is still accelerating!"

Seeing the speed of the Lamborghini Veneno continue to climb on the speedometer, the crowd exclaimed again.

245km/h! 250km/h!

260km/h!

Under the watchful eyes of an enthralled audience, Ma Wenbin's speed shockingly soared to an astonishing 260km/h!

In the midst of the crowd's exclamations, the Lamborghini Veneno, like a wild horse breaking free, charged into the second turn. With a hissing sound, Ma Wenbin successfully took the second turn at a very high speed.

"Cool! So cool!"

Watching the Lamborghini Veneno successfully speed past at 260km/h, the multitude of professional race car drivers were completely ecstatic.

"Brother Bin is really in good form today, his performance is almost up to the standards of international competitions!"

"Indeed, it seems Brother Bin is serious today. Look at that kid; he hasn't even started the ignition. It's absolutely hilarious!"

"Hahaha! I bet he's been scared stiff by Brother Bin; now he probably doesn't even have the courage to start the ignition!"

The group looked at Ye Fan, their faces filled with scorn, as if to them, Ye Fan compared to Ma Wenbin was like comparing Firefly to Bright Moon.

Xu Ruoxuan was shocked, clearly not expecting Ma Wenbin's true strength to be so formidable.

Zhuang Jingwen's complexion gradually paled, and although she had great trust in Ye Fan, at that moment, she felt that Ye Fan's chances of winning the race had become hopeless.

"Kid, bow down to me!"

Controlling the Lamborghini Veneno, Ma Wenbin, wanting to show off in front of Xu Ruoxuan, completely let loose, and in no time, his speed broke through to 270km/h!

In full view of everyone, Ma Wenbin actually took several turns in a row at the astonishing speed of 270km/h, inciting waves of gasps from the crowd.

"You want me to bow down to you? Are you worthy?"

Watching Ma Wenbin's lips move on the projector, Ye Fan let out a cold laugh.

Hearing this, the group of drivers who admired Ma Wenbin couldn't sit still; they all began to join in mocking Ye Fan.

"Kid, it seems you won't give up until you've hit rock bottom. Let me tell you, Brother Bin is about to complete one quarter of the Zifeng Mountain track. In front of Brother Bin, all you can do is bow down!"

"Brother Bin is a deity in the racing world. You, a mere mortal, think you can defeat a god? It's laughable!"

"Just concede already! You can't possibly be Brother Bin's match. Be careful, or your stubbornness will have you losing face all the way to your grandmother's house!"

A group of people looked down on Ye Fan; none of them believed that with Ma Wenbin so far ahead, Ye Fan still had a chance of winning.

"About to complete one quarter of the track, is he?"

As he watched the Zifeng Mountain track, a wild aura suddenly surged from Ye Fan: "Good! You've been allowed such a head start; now it's my turn to make a move!"

"What did you say? You let Brother Bin take a lead? And by a quarter of the track? Oh my god, that's the funniest thing I've heard this year!"

When Ye Fan's words fell, the many professional race car drivers burst into uproarious laughter, as if it was the biggest joke they'd heard all year.

Boom!!!

However, just as they were ridiculing him, Ye Fan's gaze was electric, and with a burst of sharp light, the AE86 that was sitting at the starting line suddenly roared to life and charged out.