Instead of losing control, she accelerated even harder, treating the massive final incline like a ramp.
Her speed was blinding, her form flawless. This was the terrifying image Stella burned into the minds of everyone watching.
With a deafening roar of the engine, she rocketed upward, smoothly threading the needle right past the planted rock. She launched into the air like a missile, clearing the summit in one breathtaking, uninterrupted motion.
The live audience was paralyzed with shock. The livestream chat froze in sheer disbelief.
They couldn't comprehend how she hadn't flipped!
So stable!
Unbelievably stable!
Then, the livestream exploded.
[Holy shit, what kind of god-tier move was that?!]
[Thank god I'm a genius. I knew shorty would win!]
[That was the most technically flawless riding I have ever seen.]
[Shorty is the GOAT!]
[Shorty wins!]
The energy at the live venue was even more electric.
This was especially true for the other competitors. Even though they had taken Weber's bribes to throw the race, they were all hardcore fans of extreme mountain dirt biking. Game recognizes game, and they were in absolute awe of that technique!
They weren't even in the same league!
It was no wonder Weber's guy had lost to someone like this.
The moment they processed that Stella had reached the top, the brief silence shattered into a deafening roar of cheers.
"You're insane, man!"
"I bow to absolutely no one, but I bow to you!"
"You're my idol!"
"Teach me your ways!"
"I worship you!"


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