The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141 Out of Your League

But in that split second, he fell dozens of yards behind Isabella.

Are you kidding me?

He was completely shell-shocked.

Did he seriously just fly right past me?!

Wait a minute!

A full 35-degree aerial spin!

Is he freaking insane?

With god-tier skills like that, what the hell are you doing flexing on our track?!

We rely purely on raw aggression just to scrape a living!

And another thing…

You were playing dumb the entire first half of the race!

You definitely weren’t acting like this when I forced you into the rock wall earlier!

“Dammit! You rich trust-fund babies sure know how to mess with a guy!”

The racer boss spat on the floor, his face dark with irritation.

But he refused to throw in the towel just yet.

After all, navigating the downhill descent on the Loop was a hundred times more treacherous.

The climb featured endless blind corners that left a man’s heart in his throat.

Did that mean the descent was a walk in the park?

Not a chance.

Going downhill was a total nightmare.

A single split-second oversight on the throttle, and the entire chassis would fly straight off the precipice.

Consequently, most street racers put on a massive show during the climb, slamming the pedal wide open to generate raw speed for the crowd.

But the second they flipped to the descent, they automatically cut power, tapping the brakes hard at every hairpin turn, with barely a soul brave enough to execute a real drift-because a single dip meant painting the ravine with your blood, and nobody wanted a body bag at the bottom of the ridge.

Because of those metrics, a driver with full track data and a willingness to court death could easily reclaim. the lead on the way down.

But while the kingpin plotted his catch, Isabella slammed her brakes into a brutal lock, refusing to drop momentum at the hairpin turn as she scraped the guardrail in a blinding blur of sparks and smoke.

In a flash, her chassis cleared two consecutive hairpins, rocketing right off the pavement to slam back down onto the secondary track below, sending up a fresh wall of sparks as she continued her breakneck descent.

She hadn’t backed off the gas for a single fraction of a second.

Holy sh*t.

The kingpin’s mind went completely numb.

It felt exactly like watching a high-budget Hollywood blockbuster.

This was totally unhinged.

Seriously, with a god-tier execution like that, she should be out destroying pro-circuit racers.

Why the hell was she down here hunting minor street punks?

It was flat-out confusing.

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