It was like a rocket.

Even the streetlights outside the window had become a blur, stretched into fleeting straight lines, the scenery blurred, and when Chen Yubo finally came to his senses from the sudden acceleration, he couldn't help but scream out in horror.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Save me!!!!!"

He tried to struggle instinctively, only to find he was already firmly strapped in by four or five seat belts, almost immobilized in the driver's seat.

"If you want to win, weld your foot to the gas pedal, don't let go even if the sky falls!" Ji Jue gripped his arm, not allowing him to shift gears: "With me here, you won't die, just keep driving as if your life depends on it."

"It's too fast, too fast!"

Chen Yubo shrieked in terror, dizzy from the landscapes flashing by the window: "I've never driven this fast!"

"Well, now you have!"

Ji Jue raised his voice: "Remember when you asked 'it' for help? It has answered you!"

At that moment, he looked at Chen Yubo, together with Kun Peng, and challenged:

"Are you going to run away?"

Chen Yubo was stunned, unable to utter a sound.

Biting his lip, he forced out a smile uglier than crying.

But the foot on the gas pedal, from the beginning to end, did not let up.

"Very good, excellent." Ji Jue nodded.

The engine roared violently, and Kun Peng howled with wild joy.

The speed surged again, taking the lead towards the first turn.

But behind them, two points of light were biting at their heels.

The wild horse charged forward relentlessly.

During the first gentle turn, there was not a hint of deceleration. The arc of the entrance and exit of the turn was flawlessly precise, the timing incredibly precise, and the modified power was so terrifying that Ji Jue thought he might be sitting next to a champion racer who had come out to play from some competition!

To be sent packing by an F2 with such skill?!

Ji Jue gaped in disbelief.

Yet relying on the advantage of the curves and the terrifying power of the barely recognizable Mustang, Mu Jiang had caught up, driving side by side. Both cars sped up on the narrow mountain road, neither willing to slow down in the slightest.

"Damn it, what's the use of a good car if the driver isn't up to snuff!"

Mu Jiang glanced back, his mouth twisted into a grin towards the direction of Kun Peng, ready to mock with a gesture, but his hand froze midair, his expression numb.

Shit, what kind of expression is that?

Chen Yubo in the driver's seat slowly turned his head back.

The face streaming with tears and snot clearly was crying and shouting in terror, but now, a twisted smile curled at the corners of his mouth, his grin wide.

A mix of crying and laughing, flickering under the flashing streetlights.

Casting a ghastly green hue over the dashboard.

So eerily peculiar.

In that split second, Mu Jiang felt a chill race from his heels to the back of his head.

Shit, is there a ghost?!!!

Could it be that Chen Yubo had summoned the spirit of some famous racer who had been dead for years?!

In a moment of distraction, Kun Peng had already pulled ahead, slowing down to enter the turn... No matter how Mu Jiang tried to change directions, the other was skillfully blocking the following car's attempts to overtake.

With a sway so practiced, and cornering so precise, it was like the nightmare he had once witnessed on the racetrack.

They just couldn't catch up!

A chill suddenly ran through Mu Jiang's heart. This time, wouldn't they be outrun by the 'turtle-speed god of racing' from that club?

"What are you spacing out for?"

In the rush, he shot a glare at his co-pilot, Cheng Shuang, "Do something!"

The woman, who had been focusing intently on maintaining her power, had a slight change in her expression, yet she ultimately said nothing. Instead, she increased the input of spiritual substance, controlling the power monster assembled from various ultra-spec components to accelerate yet again.

At the same time, her other hand lifted shakily and reached toward the swiftly speeding Kun Peng ahead.

But then, her expression involuntarily changed again.

Her manipulation and control were being pushed aside?!

Before her power could take effect, that vehicle had already been covered by another power. Moreover, it was covered in a way that left no blind spot, enveloping everything from the inside out.

From the hubs to the basket to the engine, the entire vehicle became a seamless whole, with the properties of the Embers' series enhancing its integrity. It was so flawlessly natural that the entire car had become an alchemy item!

Cheng Shuang's eyes turned green with envy.

Incredulous.

Either the person in the opposing vehicle was an unfathomably skilled craftsman master she had never heard of, or their power far exceeded anything she could have imagined!

When it came to utilizing external objects, none in the Superior faction could rival the Embers.

Moreover, the type of power of their opponent seemed to be the same as hers.

Cheng Shuang was not as fortunate as Ji Jue to apprentice under a grandmaster and had not paid a single coin for tuition; she was not one of the Embers' Chosen Ones.

She belonged to the Heavenly Origin System.

After experiencing an Upper-level Summoning by sheer chance, she discovered she could influence complex machinery with her own spiritual substance.

Regrettably, the strength, efficiency, and scope of her power could not begin to compare with the Chosen Summon. Additionally, the high-end Matrices of the Heavenly Origin System were tightly held by both the Empire and the Federation. The only items she could purchase at the Desert Market were either defective or ordinary.

For powers that dealt with control, having the upper hand was of utmost importance.

If the opponent took control first, trying to wrestle back the control would mean competing from a position of extreme disadvantage.

Moreover, Ji Jue had already transformed the entire Kun Peng with Fluid Alchemy, turning it into a fully-fledged alchemy item, fortified like a bastion, keeping her firmly out.

This time, things might get bad.

The same thought surfaced in her mind, and she couldn't help but shiver involuntarily. Without further hesitation, she gritted her teeth and retrieved an ancient-looking square iron box from her bag.

The palm-sized iron box unfolded to reveal a complex system of mirrors and structure; upon securing it, it transformed into a device resembling a small telescope.

Peering into its vacancy, one could see a kaleidoscope of light refracting among the mirrored surfaces, forming a colorful and splendid vision—it was a Kaleidoscope.

However, at the front of the Kaleidoscope was a strange opening.

It covered the Kun Peng ahead at a distance.

But in the intense chase, it kept losing lock-on.

After several errors, she couldn't help but express her fury, "You moron, drive steadier!"

"Why don't you f***ing drive then? You think this is your private chauffeured ride?!" Mu Jiang roared back, "If you can do it, do it; if you can't, get lost. If I lose big this time, you're going down with me!"

A cold glance flashed through Cheng Shuang's eyes, but she still offered no retort.

In that moment, with Mu Jiang's reluctant cooperation, the Kaleidoscope finally captured the racing Kun Peng within its scope, locking on.

And then, Cheng Shuang's complexion turned deathly pale in an instant, feeling her spiritual substance being endlessly devoured by this artifact, nearly being drained completely.

A faint and magnificent light revealed itself for an instant within the Kaleidoscope.

It left silently.

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