Chapter 92
Niamh was sitting inside Harvey’s car. A smug smirk curled on her lips as she watched two race cars close in on
Corona.
Among these wealthy young racers, tactics were just as important as speed. With so many competitors vying for victory, some cars had to be sacrificed to clear the way.
However, Elara’s sharp gaze remained calm inside her heavy helmet, completely devoid of tension or fear.
With a swift shift of the gear, she sent Corona tilting. Its right–side wheels were lifted off the ground!
Theodore felt his entire view tilt upward in an instant. His eyes widened, and his heart pounded violently against his chest.
She was skiing!
Corona’s right front and rear wheels had completely left the ground, and the entire car was now charging forward at a 45–degree tilt, as if on the verge of flipping over.
The driver of the car that had been trying to box Corona in suddenly felt a shadow loom over him.
His co–driver turned his head–and was met with the horrifying sight of a massive, pitch–black undercarriage hovering right outside their window!
Like a beast rising from the depths of a swamp, Corona’s exposed chassis loomed above. Its spinning tires practically skimmed the top of their car. It was like a sword dangling overhead, ready to strike.
They were in the jaws of the beast now. At any second, those tires could slam down on their roof.
“Holy–Mother of!”
The young men inside the car, though wealthy and reckless, had never experienced anything like this in their lives.
A collective gasp rippled through the grandstands. The once–rowdy crowd inhaled sharply in unison.
This was a stunt driving technique!
On an off–road racing track, just how skilled was Corona’s driver to not only handle a crisis but also pull off such a daring stunt in the process?
For Beau, witnessing Corona tilt up like a rising tidal wave shattered his entire understanding of the world.
A shiver ran down his spine, and goosebumps erupted across his skin. His wide, glossy eyes trembled with disbelief.
Meanwhile, the heir sitting in the passenger seat of the car trying to squeeze Elara out of the race caught sight of Corona’s lifted wheels and tilted roof–charging right at them like a force of nature.
“Fuck!” The young heir’s mind went completely blank.
Every instinct in his body screamed, “Retreat!”
If he pushed Corona any further, its airborne wheels would come crashing down on their car’s roof. This was no longer just a minor scrape.
This was a psychological war–a battle of nerves, and a high–stakes game of chicken. And when faced with a potential life–or–death moment, the two cars had no choice but to back off.
They swiftly veered away from Corona. Elara then smoothly brought Corona’s lifted wheels back down and surged
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ahead at full speed!
Meanwhile, the two cars that had failed to force Corona off the track were now far behind. Their co–drivers were still gasping for air, and their chests were heaving from the sheer terror of what had just happened.
“You okay, Mr. Gates?”
Harper Gates, the young heir who had nearly had his car’s roof flattened by Corona, sat frozen in the passenger
seat.
“Fuck! I nearly pissed myself!”
His legs trembled uncontrollably from the brush with death Any trace of competitive spirit was completely drained from his body.
Slumped in his seat like a heap of lifeless clay, he had completely lost the will to race.
Up in the stands, Beau still hadn’t recovered from the pure shock of Corona’s daring stunt. The night wind ruffled his small head, snapping him back to reality.
He looked up at the massive screen, and his gaze locked onto Corona as his eyes shone with admiration.
So, this was the true skill of Eucon’s legendary first female facer–Luna!
Compared to her, every other so–called “pro racer” on the track looked like a bunch of amateurs.
Beau had completely forgotten that his own father and Niamh were in this race too. Too caught up in the thrill, he started bouncing excitedly, shouting along with the crowd.
“Luna, let’s go! Luna for the win!”
