Self-Destruction (Third Update)

Self-Destruction (Third Update)

Just as he was about to catch up to Skoff's Aston Martin, they finally reached a bend.

"Skoff is a top-tier racer. If you want to overtake from the outside, I'm afraid it won't be easy."

Su Xi spoke calmly.

Fan Yu wore the same unruffled expression as ever.

"Like you said, there's a series of five hairpins before the finish line. Even if I can't pass him here, I'll deal with them in those five turns."

Vroooom!!!

As they entered the bend, Fan Yu still attempted an outside overtake.

The spectators at the starting line held their breath as well.

"Here it comes, here it comes—the God of the Outer Loop."

In such a short time, Fan Yu had already earned himself a title: the God of the Outer Loop. Since all of his overtakes had been on the outside, that was how he got the name.

But to everyone's disappointment, Fan Yu failed to pull off the feat of overtaking Skoff on this bend.

"Ah, he was still just a little short. If he'd passed Skoff on that bend, he definitely would've become famous throughout the underground racing world."

On the huge electronic screen, everyone saw that Fan Yu had fallen short by a single car length and failed to pass Skoff. They could not help feeling disappointed.

But Xie Yuqing, who had been watching closely, curled her lips into a smile.

"Big nephew, were you going easy on him?"

Only Xie Yuqing saw what was really going on. When Fan Yu had been overtaking on the bend, he clearly had the chance to pass Skoff's Aston Martin, yet he had deliberately eased off the speed. That was why he had fallen short by one car length.

Inside the car, Fan Yu finally put away his carefree expression.

His left foot, which had been resting idly to the side, slowly moved toward the clutch.

"Looks like I need to use both feet."

Su Xi was stunned when she heard him. "What did you say?"

Vroooom!!!

On the straightaway, Fan Yu's speed suddenly surged to its limit—380 kilometers per hour. The McLaren shot forward like an arrow, instantly drawing level with Skoff's Aston Martin.

Fifty meters ahead of them was Tian Ye's Lamborghini Veneno.

It was not actually because Tian Ye's driving skills were better than Skoff's. Skoff simply intended to settle things with Tian Ye in the final series of five hairpins.

Boom!!!

The three cars became streaks of light as they finally reached the last five-hairpin section.

"The final battle."

The spectators held their breath, all watching this final epic moment.

As the first turn arrived, Fan Yu gripped the steering wheel with one hand and worked it madly, while both feet alternated between the clutch and accelerator.

There was no suspense at all. After using both feet, Fan Yu easily overtook Skoff on the first turn.

"Impossible."

He had already used all his strength on that bend, pushing his control to its absolute limit. He had even taken the inside line, yet the McLaren had still passed him. In the underground racing world, no one had ever overtaken him so easily.

As for what Skoff was thinking, Fan Yu no longer cared. He focused instead on chasing Tian Ye's Veneno ahead.

The approaching roar of the engine made Tian Ye's heart tighten.

"The McLaren? Skoff actually got passed?"

Though this was his first time racing Skoff, he knew very well of Skoff, the racing god renowned in the underground racing world. As a world-class professional racer, Skoff's strength was unquestionably formidable.

Yet he had still been easily overtaken by the McLaren, which meant that the driver of the McLaren was even stronger.

Still, despite knowing how skilled the McLaren's driver was, Tian Ye remained very calm.

At the second hairpin, Fan Yu caught up to the Veneno's rear.

With an outside overtake, he easily pulled alongside by half a car length.

But just then, Tian Ye lightly jerked the steering wheel, making the Veneno's body sway.

Fan Yu's expression changed. He abruptly slowed down, causing even Su Xi to frown slightly.

"Very well."

If Fan Yu had not slowed down just now, he would have collided with the Veneno. Beside them was a bottomless cliff, with only a barrier separating them from it. It could not withstand the force of a car at all, and they could very well end up dead in a wreck.

Fan Yu slowly raised his other hand, which had been resting idly, and placed it on the steering wheel.

Boom!!!

As though it sensed its owner's anger, even the McLaren's exhaust burst with flames.

At the third hairpin, Fan Yu still overtook from the outside, but this time he relied on his superb driving skills to complete the pass.

Tian Ye tried the same trick again, turning the steering wheel once more in an attempt to scare Fan Yu's McLaren back.

As long as he maintained the lead through the five consecutive bends, no one would be able to overtake him on the final straight.

Fan Yu's, Tian Ye's, and the third racer's cars were all world-class. There was no real difference between them on the straight, so even the slightest advantage would decide the race.

"Again?"

Fan Yu's expression darkened as he slammed the accelerator to the floor, pushing it into the remaining range of acceleration.

VROOOOM!!!

Accelerating through a turn was practically suicidal, and the spectators cried out in alarm.

Although some had seen Tian Ye's shameless maneuver, this was underground racing. As long as you won, no method was off-limits.

That burst of acceleration instantly carried his car past the Veneno, though its rear end made slight contact with it.

Yet that slight contact destabilized both the Veneno and the McLaren.

As if everything had been calculated beforehand, Fan Yu gripped the steering wheel tightly and gave it a slight turn. His car, now ahead of the Veneno, shot forward while scraping past the cliff wall on the inside.

Only a little paint was scraped off the body; no accident occurred. When the collision happened, Su Xi merely frowned.

Fan Yu had escaped danger unscathed, but the Veneno was in serious trouble.

Tian Ye had never expected Fan Yu to meet him head-on. Caught off guard, he failed to keep a firm grip on the steering wheel and crashed into the inner cliff wall. The car then lost balance and flew straight off the track, out over the abyss.

BOOM!!!

The Veneno plummeted into the ravine below, followed by a thunderous explosion.

A chill ran through everyone watching.

Tian Ye was dead. It would be nearly impossible for anyone to survive such a horrific crash.

Silence. Dead silence.

Tian Ye, whom they had always called the God of Cars of Magic City, had died just like that.

Xie Yuqing's palms were drenched in sweat as well. Even a top student with strong nerves could not remain completely calm when she saw Fan Yu in danger.

"You brat, you scared me to death."

Skoff had been frightened stiff by Tian Ye's crash. He stopped on the track and stared at the flames rising from below the cliff.

"He won!"

No one knew who shouted it first, but everyone began cheering at the McLaren's spectacular performance.

Two Gods of Cars had actually been defeated by an unknown racer.

The roar of the sports car sounded as the McLaren arrived at the finish line.

Fan Yu and Su Xi pushed open the doors and stepped out. Fan Yu paid no attention to the crowd's cheers.

If Tian Ye had not been courting death himself, this would never have happened.

From the moment the race began, Tian Ye had been planning this.

In a normal race, most drivers would not go all out right from the start. But Tian Ye, who knew Magic City's underground circuit inside out, had devised a meticulous plan: maintain the lead throughout, then use underhanded methods to secure victory in the five consecutive bends and claim the massive prize money.

If no one overtook him, he would maintain his lead and win. If someone did overtake him, he would hold the inside line and force the trailing car back with dirty tactics.

But he had never expected to encounter Fan Yu, who had comprehended God of Cars Mastery. It could be said that in any competition involving cars, Fan Yu was the very best driver—and not just by a little, but several times better than ordinary people.

You might be a God of Cars, but he was a Super God of Cars.

"Let's go. Your jewelry will be taken care of tomorrow."

Fan Yu spoke to Su Xi.

Su Xi nodded slightly, and the two walked toward Scarface.

Seeing Fan Yu and Su Xi approach, Scarface's expression turned ugly.

Fan Yu and Su Xi had bet ten million. If he paid out, it would come to one hundred million.

As the bookmaker, he would have to pay out at least tens of millions. It was something he simply could not afford.