Extreme Showdown, Chariots Dance Wildly (Third Update)

"STAY!! RIGHT!! THERE!!!!"

Dilos suddenly heard a coarse, distorted roar from behind. He glanced back quickly, his mouth twitching involuntarily. Harry Faulk, his forehead scalded red and his eyes bloodshot with rage, was closing in from the warehouse dozens of meters away at twice the speed of an ordinary man!

"Oh, oh~, the old man is angry~" Dilos let out a strange cry, his voice just loud enough for Harry Faulk to hear clearly.

Upon hearing this, the fury in the latter's heart surged even higher. His chest tightened violently, and he nearly vomited blood from Dilos's provocation. That alone would have been bad enough, but the crucial point was that his movements faltered sharply as a result.

Dilos, who had been keeping an eye on his pursuer, did not miss this critical moment. Seizing the opportunity, he pushed the internal energy within his body to its limit. His entire person sped up, faintly matching Harry Faulk's pace.

Although he had already put a significant distance between them, Harry Faulk had initially relied on his double-speed movement to close the gap. However, after this small interlude, Dilos's sudden burst of speed meant the distance between them stopped changing.

Furthermore, Dilos's Lamborghini was nearby, and in this short span of time, he had already reached the car and opened the door!

"No!!" Harry Faulk naturally noticed this, but for this situation, merely shouting with bloodshot eyes was useless. Determined to keep Dilos and the others here, Harry Faulk gritted his teeth and pushed his speed to the limit, charging toward the trio!

With this acceleration, the distance between Harry Faulk and the three of them closed at a visible rate. But would Dilos let him succeed?

No! Because while the opponent was acting, he was acting too! They were now in a race to see whose movements were faster! The faster side would be the winner!

The moment he opened the door, Dilos somewhat roughly tossed the elderly couple into the car. As he slammed the door shut, he spun around and leaped into the driver's seat on the other side. He slid into the seat with practiced ease, simultaneously pulling out the key, inserting it precisely into the ignition, and starting the engine.

Vroom vroom vroom vroom vroom vroom!

The entire process took less than two seconds, and Harry Faulk was now only five meters away!

"No!!!" Harry Faulk shouted again. This time, he didn't keep running; instead, using the momentum from his sprint to push against the air resistance, he leaped! He lunged fiercely toward the Lamborghini where Dilos and the others were sitting.

The speed of this leap was incredibly fast; an ordinary person would surely have been terrified by such a ferocious move. But was Dilos an ordinary person?!

No!

The internal energy in Dilos's body was already circulating wildly; in this state, his focus and reaction time were about twice as fast as usual. He had sensed the opponent's intent to lunge long before it happened. Half a second ahead of the man, he slammed his foot down on the accelerator.

VROOM VROOM VROOM VROOM VROOM VROOM!!!!

With the engine roaring in fury, the Lamborghini LP700-4 lived up to its reputation as a top-tier supercar. Before Harry Faulk's lunge—which would have covered the five-meter distance in an instant—could arrive, the car surged forward with the explosive power of a wild beast, narrowly dodging the attack just as Harry Faulk's hand was about to touch the rear of the car!

Having lost his target, Harry Faulk crashed hard onto the ground. But he refused to give up; after falling, he scrambled up immediately and sprinted with all his might toward the Lamborghini, which was already ten meters away.

How could he possibly catch up to Dilos's Lamborghini with a running speed only twice that of an ordinary man?

Watching Harry Faulk, who refused to give up and was still chasing behind, in the rearview mirror, Dilos couldn't help but sneer. Through the mirror, he saw the man's originally handsome face twisted into a grimace, and a cold smile tugged at the corner of his own mouth.

Dilos leaned over, pulling out the seatbelts to strap in the Kents, who looked at him with strange expressions. Then, amidst their confused gazes, he spoke.

"Please hold onto each other, and be careful not to be scared."

Faintly sensing that something was wrong, Jonathan hugged his wife and asked, "What? What are you trying to do?"

For some reason, Jonathan and Martha in his arms suddenly had a bad premonition.

But Dilos didn't answer them; instead, he jerked the steering wheel hard.

Because of this action, the high-speed Lamborghini's front end tilted sharply to the right while in motion.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

Suddenly feeling that they had lost control and were about to flip, Jonathan and his wife screamed in terror.

Screech!

The tires let out a violent sound against the pavement. During this process, Dilos continuously adjusted the steering wheel, tapping the accelerator lightly and then slamming it down heavily. Under his control, the Lamborghini didn't flip during the dangerous turn; instead, it easily pulled a U-turn, facing Harry Faulk who was running toward them, and charged at full speed!

"My God! What are you doing?!" Seeing Dilos's actions, Jonathan instinctively grabbed the handle with one hand while clutching Martha tightly with the other.

"Are you trying to kill him?!"

"Don't worry, a body as tough as his won't die that easily," Dilos shouted. During their exchange, thanks to the Lamborghini's superior performance, they were already only ten meters away from Harry Faulk!

From the beginning until now, the internal energy in Dilos's body had been running at full power. This not only made his reactions incredibly fast but also significantly heightened his combat instincts. As time passed, these abilities were slowly increasing.

When he was only ten meters away from Harry Faulk, Dilos knew the distance was sufficient. He could now effortlessly see through Harry Faulk's movements and actions. He could even easily feel every rotation of the Lamborghini's tires and the timing of the car's response when he shifted gears...

Dilos jerked the steering wheel to the right again, but unlike last time, he deliberately drove a short distance to the left before turning right.

"You're crazy!"

As Jonathan roared beside him, Dilos used both hands and feet, adjusting the direction with astonishing reaction speed, controlling the throttle, and setting the Lamborghini's trajectory.

With the engine roaring wildly, the Lamborghini, driven by the tires and the driver's superb technique, slid into an elliptical arc while turning right, slamming fiercely into Harry Faulk, who hadn't yet reacted.

When Dilos first charged over, Harry Faulk had intended to dodge. But the Lamborghini was simply too fast; by the time he realized which way to go, Dilos had already performed an extreme drift, quickly closing in on him.

With a loud bang, Harry Faulk was sent flying by the Lamborghini's powerful momentum, soaring over twenty meters away before crashing hard into a tree as thick as two men could embrace!

With a sharp tearing sound, the tree cracked, with finger-thick fissures appearing where it had made contact with the man. As for Harry Faulk?

Thud.

As the sound died down, he collapsed to the ground, his face covered in blood, his limbs twisted at unnatural angles. In Dilos's perception, although the man's mental activity was somewhat weak, he was still alive.

Though he looked miserable, this rejuvenated fellow only had dislocated limbs and a few bone fractures, plus he had been knocked unconscious by the intense impact.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Dilos turned his head, looking with amusement at the Kents, who had gotten out of the car with expressions of lingering fear.

"Don't worry, although he isn't as tough as your son, he won't die from an attack of this level."

"Oh." The two, still dazed, nodded subconsciously. Then, they suddenly remembered something and looked up at Dilos in shock.

The latter simply adjusted his glasses and gave a silly smile, using his X-ray vision to check their bones, then said, "Your bones seem fine, but just in case, you should go see the ambulance later."

"You..." Martha pointed at Dilos in shock, but he only smiled slightly before quickly leaving the scene.

Ignoring the Kents' calls, Dilos dialed Lex's number...