The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 139

Chapter 140 Infinite Velocity

Once the limits were entirely bypassed, the engine could easily generate double or triple the spee had established.

But executing a run at that threshold was impossible for a regular human; maintaining that veloci through an unlit hairpin track without rock-crashing or flying off a cliff face was a zero-percent probability.

This wasn’t some Fl arcade simulator where you could hit a restart button after a fatal impact and r the grid.

Out on this mountain, life was a single-use asset.

Consequently, even running at his absolute personal limit, Isaac had only tapped a fraction of the machine’s capacity.

And right now, with the core systems compromised, the horsepower output had dropped by a massiv chunk.

But for Isabella, her solitary task was monitoring the structural stress to ensure the drivetrain didn’t se up or suffer a total terminal failure mid-run.

As for generating velocity? That was a total no-brainer.

Maximum supercar speed?

Could a primitive internal combustion engine even begin to match the acceleration metrics of a high-ti rogue beast?

Isabella had regularly piloted state-of-the-art 24th-century assault armor, executing supersonic intercept runs to blitz rogue swarms at the speed of sound.

This civilian horsepower threshold wasn’t even worth a single glance on her HUD.

In fact, analyzing the speedometer data was a complete waste of her attention.

Weaving through the hairpins with fluid precision, she cleared the corners without dropping a single mile of momentum.

In a matter of seconds, her front bumper was tracking right on the kingpin’s rear deck.

The racer boss felt a wave of absolute shock hit his chest.

He couldn’t map the logic of Isaac reclaiming the line after that crash.

What kind of absolute joke was this?

Even if the kid’s chassis had survived the rock wall impact, maintaining this velocity on a compromised engine defied all physics.

A damaged block simply lacked the mechanical tolerance to output peak performance

drivers free to employ any dirty tactic to lock down the victory.

Granted, intentionally ramming a competitor off a cliff face was a hard boundary.

That logged as actual murder.

Even the most hardened street syndicates maintained a strict blacklist against execution runs

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