Regal Guard of Dragon

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In the midst of this shock, a deep fear emerged from Lee Dongqing's heart.    

    

The reason for the fear was that even though the match wasn't over, Chen Feng would definitely win if nothing went wrong.    

    

If Chen Feng won, then they would have to bet their lives.    

    

At this moment, on the track, the white Bugatti Wyvern, Piao Changjun no longer had a haughty expression on his face. Instead, his face was pale and extremely fearful.    

    

Yes, fear.    

    

He didn't know that Chen Feng had drifted around the bend a few times, let alone Chen Feng's outstanding performance on the field.    

    

At this moment, he only knew that the distance between the two of them was growing further and further apart. If this continued, he would surely lose.    

    

Furthermore, he had already performed more than he usually did when he was around the bend. However, even if he performed more than he did, he was still no match for Chen Feng. The other party had far surpassed him, and he couldn't even see the taillights of his car.    

    

The astonishment in his heart was indescribable. Clearly, the possibility of him losing this match had already been confirmed.    

    

"This is bad!"    

    

While Piao Changjun was still in a daze, he arrived at the corner of the road of death. The car didn't slow down at all as it charged straight towards the fence.    

    

Sweating profusely, the hairs on his body stood up. This was the second time he had lost his spirit since the start of the match. In this short moment, he was pulled even further away by Chen Feng.    

    

"With this level of skill, you still have the nerve to say that it's K Country, Car Race King?"    

    

"I bet he was scared out of his wits by Chen Feng's excellent performance!"    

    

"Hahaha, there's going to be a good show this time!"    

    

The big screen clearly displayed the scene of Piao Changjun losing his composure. This scene caused all the Huaxia Country racers to cheer loudly, and they did not hesitate to mock Car Racer from K Country. At this moment, they all felt like standing up.    

    

This feeling was very good.    

    

"This is all over!"    

    

The Car Racer from K Country knew that the outcome of this battle would be decided.    

    

Furthermore, if Piao Changjun wasn't quick to react, the car would have been destroyed just now.    

    

"It's over!"    

    

Lee Dongqing revealed a look of despair.    

    

Eight minutes later, with a loud bang, the black Bugatti Wyvern shot past the finish line like a bolt of lightning.    

    

A record in the racing world was set, a little faster than the record at the finish line in the shortest amount of time.    

    

At the same time, the commentator's voice trembled with emotion. "Amazing! Chen Feng won the match with absolute superiority, letting us welcome the new generation of the Huaxia Country and racing industry, Car Race King."    

    

"Car Race King, Chen Feng!"    

    

Everyone in the audience shouted out, their voices echoing and deafening. On this night, thunderous voices echoed through the darkness.    

    

"The new generation of Car Race King, Chen Feng!"    

    

"Chen Feng, mighty!"    

    

"Too awesome!"    

    

Some girls who loved racing couldn't control their dancing at this moment.    

    

Some of the youths opened their champagne to celebrate this match.    

    

In the dark of the night, Chen Feng opened the car door and got out of the car. He didn't have the joy and excitement of winning a race, and he was calm as always, as if winning this race was nothing.    

    

As soon as Chen Feng stepped out of the car, Yuwen Bo and the rest of the Huaxia Country racers had already lost control and rushed up to him. Everyone was very excited, they never thought that Chen Feng would actually win, what made them even more proud was that Chen Feng was a Huaxia Country racer.    

    

"Brother Feng, you've opened my eyes again. You're too amazing!"    

    

Yuwen Bo looked excited and did not hide his admiration for Chen Feng.    

    

"Young Master Chen, you've hidden your abilities well. I never thought that your skills would be so great that I would have a whole new level of respect for you!"    

    

Liu Qingyun was equally excited at this moment, and he laughed bitterly.    

    

Although the other drivers didn't say anything, they looked at Chen Feng with excitement in their eyes. Chen Feng had completely established himself in the car industry with this match and even created a legend.    

    

He won the battle with absolute superiority, crushed his opponent, and completely trampled over the dignity of the K Country, Car Race King and Piao Changjun.    

    

Chen Feng didn't say anything. At the moment, he was wearing a smile which was getting colder and colder. Through the crowd, he saw Lee Dongqing talking about something with his cellphone.    

    

"Bastard, you want to call for reinforcements? Are you being shameless?"    

    

Chen Feng did not stop them. Tonight, no one could change this fact.    

    

At that moment, Liu Qingsong, Yuwen Bo and the group of Huaxia Country racers were standing in front of the Black Bugatti Wyvern, waiting for Piao Changjun who had come with K Country. This scene was extremely ironic.    

    

The faces of everyone on the K Country side were ashen. Other than Lee Dongqing who was on the phone, everyone else remained silent.    

    

Eight minutes later, under the cheers of the crowd, the white Bugatti Wyvern and Piao Changjun's carriage appeared in the distance.    

    

At this moment, Piao Changjun's heart was filled with despair. He didn't know how to face his disciple. He didn't know how to deal with his defeated self. Moreover, he had been completely defeated in this match. He had been crushed along the way and was unable to keep up with Chen Feng's speed.    

    

Normally, he would rush across the finish line as fast as he could and feel the sense of victory, but now, looking at the finish line, he wished that the slower he slowed down, the better. It would be better if he didn't have to go through it for the rest of his life, otherwise he wouldn't have to face such a hopeless situation.    

    

At this moment, he no longer had the same high-spirited attitude as when he appeared on stage. He had complete confidence in this matter.    

    


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