A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138 The Breaking Point

Otherwise, Zachary would look cheap in front of his peers.

Turning that metric over in his head, the kingpin let out a cold smirk.

With a sharp violent motion, he whipped his rear chassis across the lane.

Isaac had already closed the gap to a hair’s breadth.

The engineering of this mountain pass was tailor-made for illegal racing, abandoning straight baselines an endless sequence of sharp left and right hairpins.

Along the outer curves, the asphalt veered right on the edge of vertical drops, and even with metal guardrails in place, the view was beyond terrifying.

Compounding the danger, they were currently climbing toward the peak, amplifying the psychological stress.

The entire mountain was dead silent, devoid of civilian life or wildlife sounds, leaving nothing but the thunderous roar of custom engines; a single split-second lapse could mean head-on impact with a rogue oncoming vehicle, though the probability was microscopic.

Any rational human being would experience that paralyzing dread.

Isaac had zero operational history on an unlit mountain circuit.

He had only run his supercars on premium private tracks.

Those venues were entirely sealed off from public traffic, backed by security teams patrolling the perimeter to guarantee a flawless safety net.

Under those controlled metrics, they could execute a high-speed run without a single care.

This was the exact polar opposite-an unmapped mountain pass, a pitch-black surface, and the continuous threat of an oncoming collision rattled his nervous system, triggering a massive urge to abandon the run.

But locking his grip onto the wheel, he steeled his focus and accelerated back into the chase.

No matter what, racing was the solitary skill he possessed, his absolute lone channel to generate capital on his own terms, and he refused to flake.

Even setting Isabella aside, he had to see this through for his own sanity.

He refused to spend another second drowning under Adrian’s shadow.

He wanted to secure his own absolute freedom.

With a deafening roar, Isaac’s vehicle pulled right alongside the kingpin’s chassis.

The racer boss kept a total flat expression, whipping his rear bumper out with sharp force

A horrific screech echoed as his metal body violently scraped straight against the rock wall.

The impact unleashed a deafening, unbearable grinding sound that filled the pass.

The kid had smashed straight into the cliff face, meaning his machine was officially fifty percent total loss

Under these metrics, his payout was a hundred percent secured.

While he celebrated, inside the smoking supercar, Isaac’s consciousness was fast fading into pitch-black.

His forehead had slammed violently right into the steering column.

His braking speed had been way too extreme.

He was thrown forward into the cabin structure without a single defensive reflex.

Caught between the sudden deceleration and the kinetic force of hitting the rock wall, the momentum smashed him forward with three times the impact velocity of a standard crash.

If his seatbelt hadn’t locked and the emergency airbags hadn’t deployed on the spot, he would have been completely decapitated

Even so, his current physical metrics were critical; his brain felt thoroughly scrambled, a wave of intense nausea hit his stomach, and his limbs felt like lead.

Letting out a weak groan, his vision blacked out entirely as he slipped into a deep coma.

Right as his consciousness cut out, a lone figure was already ascending the dark mountain pass with fluid speed.

By the time Isabella cleared a cab at the base of the track, the wager between Isaac and the kingpin was already underway.