The sound of oxen and the sound of thunder gradually drew closer from afar. Shirou glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that Iskandar, whom he had left far behind, had somehow caught up?
How was that possible?
No, it was not just Iskandar. Caster and the pay-to-win warrior Artoria had also rapidly caught up.
Although the Lion was a pay-to-win item—and an expensive one that cost 100 yen per second—Luviagelita feared nothing. A mere 100 yen was not worth mentioning. The Lion's compact size and speed were being fully displayed in this race. It was now less than thirty meters from the 86.
Thirty meters seemed like a lot, but in the world of racing, it was a distance that could be overtaken in a single second.
What should he do?
What should he do?
Shirou stared ahead in despair and finally understood one truth—skill was not the only path to victory. Paying was.
The next turn was a series of downhill U-shaped hairpins. While the bersercar driven by Illya lacked speed, it could fire shells. If it fired again from above, coupled with a possible pincer attack from Artoria, the chances of being hit would be high.
Three consecutive downhill U-shaped hairpins meant three whole chances of getting hit with a high probability. Only the third had the mountain as cover.
Forget about whether he could maintain second place—was there any way to avoid being killed by Illya first? Waiting online. Urgent as hell.
Suddenly, inspiration struck Shirou.
The first U-shaped hairpin had no guardrail, and the entrance to the third hairpin happened to lie along the extension of the first hairpin's approach.
As long as he drove fast enough, then—
A shell struck the rear of the AE86, and the shockwave made it completely impossible for the