This is not how you drive a machine!

Chapter 279 A Groundbreaking Drift

Under the high sun, surging gusts of wind raced wildly along the Wind and Fire Wheel track.

The gale swept through the thin clouds, transforming into whirlwinds that were swallowed up by the Thunder Whale and carried into the vehicle.

As the vortex pressure increased, Zhou Yun once again unleashed a lightning-fast drift.

As blue light continuously surged from Thor's vehicle, it once again deflected the torrent of sword energy behind him.

"One drift, one invincibility!"

"The Dark Star player has once again proven the superior advantages of the drifting style!"

"Although Jian Xue's skills are swift and fast, she can no longer attack Thor. Zhou Yun can use his Drift Body to block at any time..."

Ning Yuan spent a long time searching for words of praise and adjectives, and finally excitedly summarized it into one sentence.

"This is drift flow!"

Screw the praise and embellishment.

With track performance like this, is there any need to brag?
At times like these, you should be humble, understand?
"This is a revolutionary drift flow!"

Although nearly 20 turns had passed since Zhou Yun first deflected the sword energy, the audience remained completely silent.

Amidst a chorus of comments like "Wang Defa," "Are you kidding me?", "Oh my God," and "You can do this?", the convoys from Cainan Province were the first to react.

Leng Xingyun almost coughed up blood.

"Cough! Cough! Cough... You can do that?"

No.

Is this how you play with mecha girls?

How are we supposed to compete in the World Championship now?
The existence of the drift-style super armor is equivalent to shattering all their reliance on the field.

Even with their excellent gate control skills, the advantage of time spent at maintenance depots, and years of accumulated experience, Zhou Yun stated...

I don't buy that!
Even if you do everything in your power to drag the game into the late stages, what's the point?

"Then what..."

Leng Xingyun patted Peng Hui beside him with a heavy expression.

"Let's discuss who should handle the mecha girl underwear issue. What pattern do you think Zhou Yun likes?"

Peng Hui looked serious.

"It could be spades, or it could be clubs..."

Listening to the drivers ahead, who were now rambling incoherently and their thoughts were running wild, Manager Liu of the Yunnan Yuncheng Racing Team sighed.

She looked up at Thor on the big screen, who was once again deflecting the sword energy, and her mind was filled with more thoughts.

As the commentator said, the drift invincibility not only shattered the advantage of the 'skill system', but also directly changed the track game system.

Just as the commentator exclaimed, at this very moment, Zhou Yun has ushered in a new era with his drifting style.

All previous strategies have failed.

Before she could come up with a solution, she knew that the most important thing to do was to restore the drivers' confidence in the race.

"The Shanyang racing team next door has already inquired about the patterns Zhou Yun likes, so we need to act faster."

"Why don't you two play rock-paper-scissors to decide who will dress as a woman?"

Below them, Sun Chengcheng excitedly hugged Han Yu's head, swaying it back and forth as if playing with a steering wheel.

"Han Yu, I knew it!"

"I knew drifting would dictate the direction of the race!"

Excitedly ruffled Han Yu's hair into a mess, then stood on Han Yu's shoulders, hands on her hips with an air of smugness.

"Hmph, those managers who only eat spoiled canned oranges and not good ones, they're all dumbfounded now!"

"If we don't study drifting after this match, we might not even be able to afford canned food and will only be able to eat orange peels!"

Han Yu scratched his forehead and looked up at Zhou Yun, who had rushed out of the big loop. He couldn't help but scratch his head again.

As a driver who was born to manipulate spiritual pressure, he never expected that spiritual pressure could be manipulated in such a way during drifting. Zhou Yun's modifications taught him a harsh lesson.

"So this is how you can play with mecha girls..."

He had always thought his way of playing was outrageous, until he met Zhou Yun.

When he fully realizes just how outrageous Zhou Yun's actions are, Zhou Yun will tell him that his imagination is truly lacking.

"Is this the effect of a modified print...?"

It's easy to imagine that in the future, no one will be able to use drifting as a strategy on the track.

Meanwhile, the other members of Project Lightyear were in an uproar.

"I'll tell the team right now that I'm not going back; I'm going to sleep at the drift training center!"

"Yeah, I wonder how many pairs of mecha girl panties it would take to get Zhou Yun to teach me this move..."

"I have three here, who wants them? If not enough, I can import some..."

Listening to his colleagues behind him starting an underwear auction, Bi Chen felt for a moment that this world was simply absurd and incomprehensible.

"Didn't the Yunyi Racing Team clarify on Weibo? The underwear thing was just a rumor..."

Before he could finish speaking, his phone received a text message.

[Bi Chen, Aurora needs you to infiltrate the drift training class and find out the specific details of the drift invincibility. Tell me how many pairs of mecha-girl underwear you need...]

Looking at the text message that resembled something out of an old Hong Kong movie, "Prison on the Run," Bi Chen almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Aurora will fully support your operation, so don't be a slacker, understand?

After sending the message, Yuan Kai put down his phone, his head buzzing.

Before the national championships, can Aurora build a driver training system to support its drifting style?
How should drift drivers be trained?

What kind of supplies are needed?
What preparations need to be made beforehand?
Should we hire a bunch of 'mecha girl psychological counselors' to address the effects of drift on the mecha girls?
For a moment, he was confused.

"Damn it... Where the boss is? Why isn't he answering the phone? At a time like this, can't he just get to Kyoto right now?"

The head coach of the Sanshan Club frantically tapped on his phone, looking extremely anxious.

After pressing the buttons for a while, he looked up and around and saw that everyone had a cell phone and was clicking away.

"Everyone, it's not that serious, is it? It's just a pseudo-super armor, isn't it?"

"Don't we have a system strategy to counter the invincible body? Is it that serious...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ning Yuan's broadcast came on.

"Lap 18 is over!"

"Zhou Yun crossed the finish line first again! He opened up a gap of three and a half car lengths between himself and Ye Qing in just one lap..."

"Faced with the revolutionary drifting technique, Ye Qing had no solution..."

Upon hearing this broadcast, Jiang Wuyang's hands, which were fiddling with their phones, instantly blurred into afterimages.

"Chen Shuo must be furious now. Instead of restoring Light Wheel's dominance on the track, they've bolstered the drifting style..."

Yuan Kai, with a piece of squid in his mouth, spoke in a rather speechless tone.

"How come Jiang Wuyang still has such a sharp eye? Damn!"

The thought of having to work themselves to the bone for Jiang Wuyang in the future sent everyone into a state of turmoil.

"I say, how about we form a defensive alliance?"

"Yes, given the current situation, we must stand together to avoid being trapped by Jiang Wuyang."

Head Coach Sanshan's words drew nods of agreement from everyone.

Yuan Kai slammed his hand on the table.

"That's right! Even if the drifting style becomes the mainstream system, we can't give Jiang Wuyang the best!"

【Wu Yang, we've known each other since we were sworn enemies, and we've been friends for so many years. Back when Guanglun wanted to develop his career in Kyoto, I secretly helped you choose the location...】

Just tell me quietly how to proceed with the negotiations. Don't worry, Chef Yuan is always known for his integrity...

As Jiang Wuyang watched the messages ringing incessantly on his phone, he looked at the scene on the track and slowly relaxed his brow.

Like dark clouds receding and sunlight breaking through, Zhou Yun's Drifting Overlord Body instantly shattered the traditional system's gate.

"One drift, one invincibility?"

He put down his cigarette and couldn't help but laugh.

In this way, drifting will no longer be just a powerful niche gameplay.

It is a truly powerful system that can be mastered!

Looking at the scene of various car fleets flocking to the scene on his phone, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He truly hadn't expected Zhou Yun to be able to produce such an exceptional skill.

He then turned his head, looked around at the tense confrontation among the tournament team members, and finally fixed his gaze on the members of the S-series official monitoring team.

"That's right, this is the trick that our Yunyi Racing Team had already thought of!"

"Save your trump card for last, is that a good idea?"

Upon hearing Jiang Wuyang's words, the members of the Guanglun team blushed so deeply they wanted to take a shower.

"what……"

"This this……"

The head of the Light Wheel competition group sighed, then lowered his head and sent a message to Chen Shuo.

[Mr. Chen, I'm sorry, we couldn't get the race results. The S-Series officials believe that all of Yunyi Racing Team's actions were within the legal scope...]

Chen Shuo put down his phone, looked up at the flag fluttering high above the light wheel, and gave a wry smile.

"It wasn't that easy after all..."

At that moment, the details of the development of the light wheel flashed through his mind.

In retrospect, the successful business moments of Lightcycle Power, which he led, have gradually faded, while Lightcycle Power's honors and trophies on the racetrack have become increasingly dazzling.

He put down his coffee cup and looked up.

"Wu Yang...you're right, the club is rooted in the racetrack."

He sighed deeply, letting out all the past glories and humiliations, rises and falls, before turning to look at the large screen in the audience.

The outcome of this race on the track has been decided...

It's time to give up.

He wanted to stand up, turn around, and leave, to escape what he would have to face after the game, but the resentment in his heart kept him firmly rooted to the spot.

Because the staff at the Nimbus Center are still on duty.

Ning Yuan's voice resounded throughout the audience.

"The race is now halfway through lap 19!"

"With his excellent cornering ability, Zhou Yun has already pulled ahead by four car lengths and entered the skill enhancement zone first!"

"Despite Ye Qing launching multiple rounds of attacks, he became increasingly weak and still could not shake Zhou Yun's invincible body..." The whirlwind, compressed by the Thor's Vortex skill, swept across the track in a spiral shape along the exhaust pipe.

Turbulent currents swept across Jianxue's body, making clanging and rattling sounds.

Feeling as if trapped in a tangled ball of cotton, unable to pull himself out, Jian Xue's tone was extremely irritable.

"How can there be a super armor?"

"What kind of bug is this? Drifting is way too OP!"

Unable to cut or surpass her speed, a suffocating sense of despair gradually crept over her heart's weapon.

"This is so annoying!"

"I've already dedicated my first time drawing a dragon... What am I going to do with this leaky mecha girl junior, Ye Qing?"

"Ye Qing?"

Ye Qing gasped for breath, staring intently at the taillights that were sliding sideways more than 20 meters away. That bright red color deeply crushed his nerves.

How exactly did Zhou Yun manage to do that?
What happened during the drift?
Why does a super armor state occur?

How exactly did they deflect the sword energy?
A thousand thoughts buzzed through his broken nerves, echoing in his ears along with the sound of an engine. At that moment, he forgot about speed and time.

"Calm down, Jianxue."

"Continue testing, using the same approach as against 'super armor' type mecha girls..."

"No, that's not right."

He stared intently at the track before him, muttering to himself.

"This is not a standard 'super body', but just a large-scale release of spiritual pressure. There's a method to it, Kenshin."

Feeling the surge of waves emanating from the Heart Vessel, Jian Xue's mind gradually relaxed.

She could sense Ye Qing's unease, restlessness, and the urge, excitement, and desire to defeat his opponent. Amidst this complex range of emotions, she did not feel any sense of giving up.

"Yes, there's still a chance."

The moment the words left his mouth, the sword light rose high from the track once again.

"Using the skill amplification zone, Ye Qing gathered three sword strikes and launched another attack on Zhou Yun, but it still had no effect on Zhou Yun's drifting invincibility..."

With only one and a half laps left in the race, can Ye Qing still create an opportunity to turn the tide and win?

"and many more……"

Ning Yuan's voice echoed through the audience, causing everyone to look up.

"Zhou Yun's stamp brake set wear has increased to 52%, which has slowed down his drift speed..."

"The distance between the two cars is now steadily about four car lengths... Zhou Yun has already taken the lead and entered the last bend."

As lightning streaked across the track lights, the sound of car horns echoed once again from the stands.

"Zhou Yun was the first to make it into the final lap!"

Sweat condensed into salt around the racing helmet, turning into a slightly salty and bitter taste in my mouth.

At this moment, Zhou Yun had already detached himself from the joy of developing the Overlord Body. He was increasingly unable to control his breathing, and his fingers trembled slightly along with his pulse due to muscle tension.

Feng's voice kept coming through the headphones.

"The Phantom Spirit's internal release has disrupted the spiritual pressure of the stamped brakes! There's no time to go back to the repair shop to adjust it. Be careful of wear and tear on the brake assembly!"

"The entire print collection in the Overlord mode is overloaded. Be careful not to let the print effect malfunction!"

"If possible, we could switch the Phantom Spirit's mode, abandoning the invincibility armor to reduce damage... If only we could have more time to test it..."

Thor's Heart Vessel trembled violently as the vehicle malfunctioned, her eyes grew increasingly unfocused, and her consciousness oscillated between fainting and lucidity.

"Zhou Yun, there are so many flowers..."

"I think I saw my own butt..."

"Zhou Yun, thank you."

"Thank you for bringing me along. I will persevere... I will win..."

With rapid breathing, Zhou Yun looked at the flashing sword light in the rearview mirror again, quickly pulled the handbrake, and completed the drift based on instinct.

[Warning! The integrity of the printed brake assembly is only 42% complete...]

[Warning! Performance of the vehicle body decal group reduced to 67%...]

[Warning! Tire integrity less than 3%, severe wear on the front left side, be aware of G-force deflection when turning...]

[Speed ​​is decreasing...]

Catching his breath, he looked at the white car that had zoomed in slightly in the rearview mirror and chuckled with a hint of excitement.

Okay, trust me.

"Hold on, Thor."

"hold onto……"

"Hold on, Jianxue."

The surging flames of the elixir billowed violently backward along the shell of Jianxue's carriage, like the banner of a radiant wheel.

Ye Qing licked his salty lips, his eyes bloodshot. At this moment, his hands were only acting on instinct.

"Ha ha……"

"Jianxue, do you remember our first match in Season 4? That mecha girl whose whole body was covered in a turtle shell..."

He glanced at the large loop of sunlight streaming through the edge of the car window and began to joke, panting.

"Back then, didn't we still break through her invincible body?"

"Relax, the game isn't over yet. Look, Zhou Yun's speed has slowed down..."

Jian Xue, panting, looked up at the approaching Thor's taillights and smiled faintly.

"Yes, it's too slow."

"This proves that our approach was correct... Ha..."

Ye Qing was panting heavily, his eyes gradually sharpening. Although he still didn't understand the details of Zhou Yun's Overlord Body, he had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

It utilizes the large amount of spiritual pressure accumulated during the drift to unleash a projectile attack all at once.

At the same time, by using the sticker modification to change the recognition mode of the [Car Body Phantom], the spiritual pressure released by drifting is regarded as 'an attack on oneself', thus gaining immunity in the spiritual pressure explosion.

So the idea is simple: just break the immunity...

"Ha, Jianxue... hang in there."

"Although we don't have a system of imprints that break through super armor, our fourth skill can..."

Jian Xue understood that her fourth skill, [Radiant Sun Sword Soul], could simulate a burst of spiritual pressure turbulence at the cost of a large rotation speed.

"I know, disrupting spiritual pressure to close the distance."

As the world turned upside down, Jianxue gradually climbed to the top of the Great Cycle, while the Dan Fire continued to burn tirelessly.

"Zhou Yun, if only I had met you sooner... haha."

"I wouldn't be so bored on the track."

The sound of swords clashing echoed across the track once more, draining all the spiritual pressure around Thor.

As the surging spiritual pressure rushed forth, Thor's right brakes began to creak and groan, and the vehicle began to crack inch by inch, leaving behind scattered bits of printed debris.

"Hahaha……"

Zhou Yun couldn't help but laugh. This persistent, haunting quality gave him a sudden, unsettling feeling of confronting himself.

"Haha, I wish I had met you sooner."

“Since he wants to disrupt the spiritual pressure environment, then…”

After catching his breath, he smiled and said to Thor, "Then let's turn off the Invincible Body."

"Let's see who has the last laugh."

On the control panel, watching the two mecha girls getting closer and closer on the track, Ning Yuan grabbed the microphone and vented his emotions.

"The gap between the two sides has now narrowed to one and a half car lengths, and Ye Qing is still constantly unleashing skills... I see, he's interfering with the spiritual pressure environment of the stamp modification!"

Chen Shuo held his coffee cup, staring blankly at the white flames on the big screen.

"Ye Qing of the Light Wheel is still the same Ye Qing of the Light Wheel. Even though I'm a huge fan of Death Star, I have to say it now..."

"Ye Qing's three national championship titles are absolutely genuine."

Even so, he did not give up and still found a way to break the deadlock!

"At this point, Zhou Yun's brakes had already fallen below the red line by 35%..."

Jiang Wuyang lit a cigarette, stood by the car window, and watched the two drivers speeding along the end of the track.

"Turn 39!"

"Zhou Yun's drifting has slowed down even more, and Ye Qing has already closed to within a car length of Zhou Yun..."

As Ning Yuan began his commentary, the audience fell silent, holding their breath as they watched the dramatic final outcome of the match.

As the sky and earth returned to their normal position through the car window, the world became quiet.

"Trying to interfere with spiritual pressure... Ha..."

"But what if you didn't interfere...?"

Muttering to himself, Zhou Yun looked at the distant dark blue sky, gradually forgetting the racetrack and himself, with only the roar of the engine in his ears.

"Boom... Boom! Boom! Boom..."

"Charge, Thor!"

The roar of the engine, carrying both weariness and stubbornness, gradually ignited Ye Qing's nerves.

At this moment, his ego had been completely burned away by the fire, and all that remained in his eyes were the track and his opponents.

"One more sword strike, get a little closer... Sword Snow, we need to get even closer."

"Zhou Yun, watch how I break your invincible body."

As he gasped for breath, the sky and the racetrack seemed to leap backward. At that moment, he felt as if he had transcended the heavens and earth, leaving only his opponent in front of him.

"There are still 3 meters left, and his printing brake is about to fail... What is the synchronization rate left?"

"2 meters to go..."

"Just half a meter left... Jianxue, our chance has come..."

The roar of engines from both sides of the track interrupted his thoughts.

"Buzz!"

"The match is over!"

"Zhou Yun crossed the finish line first! He's 62 milliseconds ahead of Ye Qing!"

"Zhou Yun won!"

(End of this chapter)