Da Vinci was ahead now.
No passing meant no passing. How was he supposed to get past on the inside? As long as Da Vinci did not let up, there was no chance. This curve was just an ordinary curve, nothing difficult.
Was there any other way?
A bicycle bell suddenly rang. That was—
"Waaaaah—Rider!" Shinji's astonishing scream made Shirou glance at the rearview mirror. "Stop, stop right now! Can't I just withdraw from the race?"
In the rearview mirror, Medusa was already madly accelerating on a women's bicycle.
And Shinji was sitting in the basket?
"Help! Somebody save me!"
"It's fine, Master. My Riding skill is A+. There is absolutely no problem." Medusa confidently clenched her fist, then charged toward the guardrail even faster than Da Vinci.
She flew into space.
Shirou was utterly dumbfounded. Shinji had entered at an astonishing speed, but he was leaving even faster.
Da Vinci was dumbfounded as well, causing her to brake half a beat too late. And that beat was fatal.
Shirou took a deep breath and looked at Shinji, who had flown into the sky to embrace freedom. "Shin—ji—"
I won't forget your contribution!
He hit the brakes and took the turn faster than Da Vinci.
This was—the chance!
Shirou floored the accelerator amid the chaos.
Brakes did not exist. There was no such thing as brakes in his mountain races. Uphill or downhill, hairpin turns or tight corners—it was acceleration, acceleration, and more acceleration. Find the right spot, and he could even launch himself into the air.
A catapult launch was invincible. It could even cross terrain.
The rear of the car tilted slightly as the 86's body drew close to Da Vinci's sports car. The immense centrifugal force had already left Da Vinci unable to control her vehicle, and