With that, Yun Che suddenly accelerated. As he approached a sharp bend, his right hand flicked the paddle shifter twice in succession. Tires screeched, and he overtook Young Master Tian in an instant.
"Double Inertial Drift! How... how is that possible?!"
Watching the taillights rapidly pull away, Young Master Tian felt his heart skip half a beat. Double Inertial Drift was a maneuver that even a professional racer like him struggled to pull off, let alone here on Wushan National Road, known as the mountain road of death.
The spectators fell deathly silent too, many with their mouths hanging open. Had they not seen it themselves, they would never have believed it.
"N-no way! How did he pull off Double Inertial Drift on a bend that dangerous? Does he have a death wish?"
"Look, Young Master Tian used an inertial drift too! Unfortunately, he only closed the gap a little. Overtaking him is going to be tough!"
Gritting his teeth, Young Master Tian clung doggedly to the car ahead, his hands constantly turning the steering wheel as sweat ran from his temples down his jawline. Bend followed bend on Wushan National Road. He pushed his speed to the limit through every turn, yet could only watch that silver-gray silhouette ahead pull farther and farther away.
Chi Zhanting stood beside the finish line, his face alternating between green and white as he muttered that it was impossible. He gripped the hem of his clothes so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Jiang Mo watched the figure calmly handling the steering wheel on the big screen, feeling as though something had blocked her chest. The man who had once revolved around her, whom she had casually discarded, had somehow reached a place she could no longer even look up to.
Soon, Yun