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On the track, torrential rain poured down, turning the originally dry and hot track into a giant ice rink in an instant. When Smithette rushed out of the pit lane, he was hit by a downpour, which severely obstructed his vision, forcing him to tear off the protective film on his helmet visor.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Although he was ten seconds behind, the powerful engine of the Jueying 500RR still had an advantage on the slippery road. As long as he kept his pace steady, he could gradually catch up by using the advantage of acceleration when exiting the corner.

Rodrigo followed closely behind. His earlier impatience had subsided slightly after Landau's reminder. He watched the taillights of the Smithette appear and disappear in the rain ahead, gritted his teeth, and began to focus on finding the best driving line.

Commentator Maier's voice was full of regret: "It's such a pity. The Volkswagen Swift team originally had a huge lead, but this sudden downpour disrupted everything."

"Lawson (number 25) is currently leading, Smithett is ten seconds behind in eighth place, and Rodrigo is ninth. There are seven laps left in the race. A ten-second gap at the Camila circuit, especially in these extreme weather conditions, makes it virtually impossible to catch up!"

Inside the VIP box, the atmosphere froze instantly. Boll's smile vanished; he gripped the railing tightly, his knuckles white, and pointed at the track, cursing angrily, "Damn organizers! In such extreme weather, they should just show the red flag and stop the race!"

Boll only wants to win; he doesn't care how he wins.

With the huge lead of the two Jueying 500RR motorcycles, the Volkswagen Xiaochi team would have won the championship directly once the red flag was raised and the lap count had exceeded 75%. They would not be in such a sorry state now.

Xiao Rongguo, oblivious to the situation, only felt that the two red and yellow cars were lagging behind. He angrily asked Xiao Chenhui, "Brother, are we going to lose?"

"No way, we'll definitely win," said Xiao Chenhui, who was more composed than Boer, an adult. His words brought a knowing smile to Chen Dong's face.

Chen Dong was not swayed by the situation on the field. He smiled and patted Boll on the shoulder, "Don't worry, Boll, the race is not over yet. Our drivers will not give up easily. You have to believe in the powerful 180 horsepower of the V4 engine in the Jueying."

"So what if we're ten seconds behind? Overtaking those old cars like Yamaha and Kida is a piece of cake. Just watch!"

Just as Chen Dong said, neither driver gave up easily. On the track, Smith showed amazing adaptability. He did not accelerate blindly, but cut through every corner with the precision of a scalpel.

The engine of the Jueying 500RR roared in the rain, and with each exit from a corner, it was closing the time gap with Lawson.

One lap, two laps, three laps... the gap is gradually narrowing.

"My God! What am I seeing!" Commentator Meyer's voice became excited again. "Number 53, Smithett, is creating a miracle! His lap time in the torrential rain is a full two seconds faster than the leader, number 25, Lawson, by a whole lap!"

"This speed is simply incredible!"

Compared to Smithette, Rodrigo in number 64 seemed much more agitated. After losing his previous huge lead, his mentality was obviously affected. Coupled with the limited visibility due to the rain, his cornering always gave the impression of being bumpy and shaky, as if he might slide off the track at any moment.

Smithett, on the other hand, was like a relentless cornering acceleration machine wound up tight. After overtaking fifth-placed Ron Haslem at Turn 16, Smithett frantically twisted the throttle on the long straight, propelling the Jueying 500RR to speeds exceeding 300 kilometers per hour. The rain and mist it kicked up made the Jueying 500RR look like a fighter jet breaking through a sonic boom.

"This is insane! This is absolutely insane! Number 53, Smithett, isn't driving a race car; he's a fighter jet pilot!"

"My God! He overtook Raymond Roche (number 81) and moved into third place, tightly trailing Fred Spencer (number 36) in second place!"

When Raymond Roche, number 81, was overtaken by Smithett, he felt as if he had been pushed by the wind, and his car swayed a bit. Fortunately, he was skilled and managed to keep the car steady, so he didn't fall flat on his face on the wet track.

The Frenchman muttered a curse under his breath, "Damn German, how come his race car is so fast? Why was I so far ahead of him, yet he still managed to overtake me!"

As the champion model in 1982 and the defending champion in 1983, Raymond Roche's Kida RS500, with 150 horsepower, was Kida's top-of-the-line racing car. However, it was easily overtaken by the Volkswagen Swift 500RR, which was hard for Raymond Roche to accept.

Second place rider number 36, Fred Spencer, also felt the threat from behind. On this long straight, the Jueying 500RR's top speed advantage was once again demonstrated, with a speed of 305 kilometers per hour cutting through the rain like a knife.

But Spencer #36 wasn't afraid of the approaching #53. Rainy conditions were his forte. He was about to enter the first turn. If he didn't want to fly off the track, Spencer had to brake early to slow down. Otherwise, Spencer didn't think anyone on Earth could do it, as he would have to rush to the corner at 305 km/h and then brake hard to get through it.

As Spencer had predicted, Smithett dared not risk a sudden overtake, and the two cars engaged in a fierce battle on a series of lane-changing curves. Spencer's defense was impeccable, and every time Smithett tried to pull away, he blocked his line.

Smithett wasn't in a hurry. He knew his car was accelerating faster, and he was waiting for an opportunity to overtake from the outside.

One more lap, he could afford to wait. He was about to enter Turn 6, but Spencer still blocked Smithett's overtaking route, giving him no chance to take advantage.

After turning 7, entering the consecutive turns 8 and 9, Smithett still showed no intention of overtaking on the outside, which made Spencer relax his vigilance slightly, thinking that Smithett had given up.

But just after turning 10 and about to enter turning 11, Smithette, who was being suppressed at the back, frantically slammed on the gears as if he had gone mad. In less than two seconds, he switched directly from second gear to fifth gear, and his speed immediately reached 280 kilometers per hour.

This kid's gone mad!

After being overtaken, Spencer looked at Smithett's taillights, which were still accelerating wildly on the short straight, and asked himself a soul-searching question: How dare this kid speed at such a high speed on a short straight of less than 200 meters? And this wasn't even a slick tire with strong grip. On such a slippery track, a slight mistake could result in a fatal accident.

Landau, his eyes glued to the screen, clenched his fist, afraid to cheer, as if afraid of disturbing Smithett, who was frantically maneuvering his car on the track. He kept muttering, "Stay calm, stay calm, Wall, don't rush!"

Commentator Meyer exclaimed in surprise after Smithett overtook Spencer, "Wow, that's insane! Smithett, number 53, has risen to second place, and only Lawson, number 25, is ahead of him!"