The continuous roaring sound relentlessly stimulated the three people in the stands.
This was because Qin Xuan's speed had already reached 330 kilometers per hour.
He was already very close to Poison's top speed of 355 kilometers per hour.
Even more outrageous was that his speed during cornering had not decreased much.
Except for a few small corners where he had to reduce speed, he could still maintain around 200 or even 220 kilometers per hour in other large corners!
This was simply absurd!
Uncle Mark could maintain his cornering speed because he was driving an F1, whose extremely low chassis and immense grip prevented it from rolling over or drifting during high-speed turns.
But Qin Xuan was driving Poison, a supercar.
To corner at such a high speed with its relatively tall chassis and not-so-strong grip.
It required not only absolute understanding of the race car but also extremely strong psychological fortitude and complete mastery of the track.
Gu Qingying even felt that if Uncle Mark himself were to drive Poison for a few laps, it would only be to this extent.
But Uncle Mark was a professional race car driver.
And one of the best in the world!
Vroom!
While his thoughts raced, another lap ended.
The three of them simultaneously turned their gaze to the timing board.
1 minute 12.560 seconds!
An average speed of nearly 280 kilometers per hour!
Was this still human?
The key point was that Qin Xuan was still racing!
This was already the eighth lap.
Did he really intend to complete all 10 laps?
If so, would his speed increase with each lap?
The three of them fell into deep thought, watching Poison's speed push towards its limit.
But then, the three exchanged glances and all burst into laughter.
It was impossible.
An average speed of 280 kilometers per hour had already firmly surpassed that of a world champion.
Even Uncle Mark driving an F1 couldn't achieve this speed.
How could Qin Xuan create another miracle?
"Hurry up and stop!"
"Such an extreme state is very dangerous. If even one thing is handled improperly, it will inevitably lead to the destruction of the car and the death of the driver!"
Huang Qing and Fu Shan Gao prayed continuously, hoping Qin Xuan would stop soon. Gu Qingying, however, felt the complete opposite.
Although increasing his speed by another level was impossible, if Qin Xuan could handle it even more perfectly, he might shave off another two seconds!
It was important to note that under such extreme conditions, improving the time by one second was more difficult than improving it by ten or even dozens of seconds previously.
"Can you do it?!"
Under Gu Qingying's beautiful gaze, Qin Xuan's speed increased again.
His straight-line speed had basically reached its limit, exceeding 350 kilometers per hour.
His cornering speed also rose another step from 220 kilometers per hour.
It reached 240 kilometers per hour.
Every time he cornered, the entire sports car drifted.
This drift was different from the specially controlled anti-lock drift.
It was a pure inertial drift caused by insufficient tire grip.
Therefore, every time Qin Xuan cornered at high speed, he would start preparing much earlier.
This allowed him to drift through every corner at a perfect angle.
Screech—!
Another corner.
Black smoke instantly billowed from behind Poison.
The extremely high temperature had already caused the Lamborghini's tires to begin melting.
It had almost reached its limit!
Whoosh!
Another lap ended.
This time, Qin Xuan's average speed had reached 310 kilometers per hour.
His lap time had also shortened by a full 9 seconds!
Could he break 60 seconds?
Gu Qingying bit her lip, her eyes fixated on the black lightning on the track.
The black smoke from the rear of the car grew thicker, but its speed did not decrease at all.
It only stopped in the middle of the track after crossing the finish line once more.
Thick black smoke billowed out from all around the car.
Seeing this, the three of them quickly grabbed fire extinguishers and rushed to Poison's side.
Fortunately, Qin Xuan was unharmed, and the sports car was also fine.
Only Hu Zi'an, trembling, leaned against the car door and opened his mouth to speak to Qin Xuan.
Gag!
Before he could utter a word, Hu Zi'an couldn't help but retch violently in the grass.
Only Qin Xuan calmly said to Fu Shan Gao and the other two, "This car is still not good enough; it can't run ten laps."
"So, what was my best time?"
Hearing Qin Xuan's somewhat dismissive tone and looking at Poison with its tires almost worn away.
The corners of the three people's eyes twitched involuntarily.
Let's just say, a supercar limited to only three units worldwide, and the person using it says it's not quite good enough.
Why is it not good enough for you?
Perhaps, you should look for the reason within yourself?
However, since Qin Xuan asked, they could only answer truthfully.
"1 minute 03.301 seconds."
Fu Shan Gao stated the number that he himself found hard to believe.
An average speed of 310 kilometers per hour.
Let alone racing on a track.
Even driving in a straight line, most people wouldn't dare to do it!
However, as he looked at Qin Xuan like he was a monster, Gu Qingying refuted him with a complex expression.
"You're talking about the previous lap's record."
"This lap's record is over there."
The previous lap?
He had almost forgotten; it seemed to be the ninth lap already!
He frowned and turned his head to look.
The yellow numbers almost made him fall to the ground in shock.
"Holy crap!"
"Did he break 60 seconds?!"
"59.465 seconds!"
"Average speed of 330 kilometers per hour!"
"Qin Xuan, you beast!"
Fu Shan Gao exclaimed incoherently with excitement.
Huang Qing even ran to Qin Xuan and hugged him.
Although this was just a private bet between Qin Xuan and Gu Qingying, they were certain that this was absolutely the fastest lap record for the Shanghai International Circuit in the world!
"It's a pity that only the three of us are present this time."
"Otherwise, we could definitely apply for a Guinness World Record!"
"The kind that no one can break!"
Gu Qingying suddenly smiled as she looked at Qin Xuan, who was being hugged by Huang Qing and looked somewhat awkward.
Although the smile was fleeting, it was still completely visible to Qin Xuan's sharp eyes.
Noticing Qin Xuan looking at her, Gu Qingying immediately put on a stern face and said coldly, "What are you looking at?!"
"A bet is a bet. Later, I'll take you to my house to pick up the car."
"However, I also want you to promise me one condition."
"What is it?"
"The night after tomorrow, go to Tianma Mountain with me."
"Sorry, I refuse." Upon hearing the time, Qin Xuan shook his head. "I promised Brother Fu that I would come here to race the day after tomorrow."
"Hmm?"
Sensing Gu Qingying's murderous gaze, Fu Shan Gao immediately put on a smiling face.
"Qin Xuan, I appreciate your good intentions, but if Sister Qingying invites you, it must be for something important."
"You shouldn't refuse."
"After you return from Tianma Mountain, we brothers will get together again."
"Don't you think so, Old Huang?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Shan Gao immediately passed the ball to Huang Qing.
Huang Qing understood and cleared his throat, then said righteously to Qin Xuan, "Ahem, yes, Qin Xuan, I think Old Fu is right."
"What important matters could we two big men have?"
"It's just a couple of casual laps to satisfy our craving."
"Qingying is different; she never actively asks people for favors."
"Since she's spoken this time, there must be a reason!"
"This..."
"Alright, then I agree."
Seeing that both of them had said so, Qin Xuan had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Just then, the few of them simultaneously heard Hu Zi'an, who had been retching for a while, squeeze out a sentence.
"Boss..."
"If I ever ride in your car again, I'll be a go..."
"Gag!"