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In the blink of an eye, the two cars had completed nearly another half lap.
Tony Stark's red sports car had been specially modified for racing, so its standard speed was just a hair faster than Bumblebee, which only raced as a side gig. Over half a lap, it had actually closed a considerable amount of distance.
"I should be able to overtake him within two laps."
Though he had been furious earlier, Tony Stark's face was now full of focus and calm.
Racing was a nerve-racking, exhilarating sport, and one that risked lives. At such extreme speeds, even a momentary lapse could lead to death or serious injury. Controlling one's mental state was essential, and he naturally knew what mattered more.
The two cars were already very close, no more than a few dozen meters apart.
After taking a turn, there was a long straight stretch ahead.
Based on the previous race, both cars could more or less activate their rocket boosters here. Yet Bumblebee, driven by Lee Stein, showed no sign of trying to block him. If Tony activated his rocket boosters first to accelerate, he might be able to overtake him right now.
Of course, that was only an "if."
This was an actual race, and he could not rely on assistance from an intelligent system. At the speed provided by rocket boosters, it simply was not something an ordinary person could react to.
When he wore the Mark Armor, he had Jarvis assisting him, and there were rarely obstacles in the sky.
If he activated them now, he would be dead in minutes.
His palladium poisoning had once brought him face-to-face with death, and he had only just managed to claw his way back. He had no intention of throwing his life away in such