Hiroto Ieshige certainly had no idea that Leo’s success in the thirteenth curve was entirely due to the extraordinary perception and reactions of a cultivator, distinct from an ordinary person. Now, not only did Hiroto Ieshige imitate Leo’s flashy moves, but he also accelerated faster than Leo did in the thirteenth curve. In this situation, if he didn’t crash into the mountain, it would be a miracle.
With victory in sight, safety became the priority. Leo slowed down the speed a bit. Before entering the curve, as Hiroto Ieshige did not decelerate, he overtook the Bugatti.
In the next second, a grating friction sound pierced their eardrums. Hiroto Ieshige suddenly applied the brakes on the curve, at a speed of over 300 kilometers per hour!
The car immediately swayed terrifyingly.
Mark Lynch was scared out of his wits, screaming in horror, “Hiroto Ieshige, you maniac, what are you trying to do!?”
Bang!
Under the terrifying centrifugal force, the Shelby’s body grazed the hard rocks, producing a series of sparks. Simultaneously, the car body caved in, and the car window shattered.
Screeching…
On the right side of the car, almost scraping against the rocks to make the turn, if the Shelby’s door wasn’t of such high quality, Mark Lynch in the passenger seat would likely have been injured.
Boom!
Another loud noise, and the passenger-side door was directly scraped off by the rocks, crashing to the ground.
A cold smile played on Leo’s lips. He smoothly drifted around the curve, effortlessly leaving the heavily damaged Shelby behind.
After the eighteenth curve on the mountain road, there were only eight hundred meters left to the starting point and, consequently, the finish line of the race.
In the last eight hundred meters, the Bugatti transformed into an unleashed beast, emitting a deafening roar. Amidst a clamor of excited cheers, it crossed the finish line.
“Awesome, Bugatti won, we won!”
“The guy driving the Bugatti is incredible, destroying the undefeated legend of the Asian Racing God. From now on, he’s my idol!”
“Haha, after this race, let’s see if he still dares to be arrogant!”
The spectators at this moment were boiling like water at a hundred degrees Celsius, completely thrilled. Such a tense, thrilling race was a first for these racing enthusiasts. How could they not be excited?
Michelle also jumped up in excitement, shouting while hugging Madame Godwin, “Madame Godwin, Leo won, we won!”
Winning the race, Madame Godwin was also very happy. “I told you Leo wouldn’t let us down!”
One person who wasn’t happy was Maniwa Koken. What was Hiroto Ieshige, this waste, doing? He, the proclaimed Asian Racing God, couldn’t even beat Leo!
Losing this race meant that it would be even more challenging for the Koken family to obtain the seeds of the Ice Spirit Sakura Flower.
The gray-robed old man beside him also had an unsightly expression; he never expected Mark Lynch to lose!
“What about Hiroto Ieshige?” Maniwa Koken’s gaze turned to the track.
One or two minutes later, amidst everyone’s stunned gazes, a severely damaged Shelby appeared on the straight track near the finish line.
The right half of the Shelby was shattered, the headlights broken, the passenger-side door knocked off, and many horrifying scratches elsewhere. Smoke billowed from the engine compartment.
Seeing this scene, anyone unaware might think it was a scrapped vehicle that had made its way here.
“Sielbei Supercar, how did it end up looking like this? It’s too tragic!”
“Such a top-notch supercar, ruined by that little guy.”
“This is what they call losing both the battle and the wife. Mark Lynch probably wants to die after this!”
Onlookers expressed a mix of regret, pity, and schadenfreude.
In Sielbei Supercar, Mark Lynch in the passenger seat looked as if he could drip water with his grim expression. A bloodstain adorned his right cheek, a scratch from shattered glass, giving him a somewhat bedraggled appearance.
Mark Lynch clenched his fists slowly, an uncontrollable urge rising within him; he really wanted to beat Hiroto Ieshige senseless. That maniac Hiroto Ieshige had almost cost him his life just now. If it weren’t for Hiroto Ieshige participating in the race for him, Mark Lynch would have thrown punches in anger long ago.
Calming his emotions a bit, Mark Lynch struggled to get out of the passenger seat. As soon as he got out, he noticed some eyes looking at him with a hint of mockery. He knew his appearance right now was pitiful, and he could only imagine how many were enjoying his misfortune.
Leo, Irene, Michelle, and Madame Godwin had already left their cars and stood together.
“You lost,” Leo stared at Mark Lynch, grinning.
Mark Lynch’s face turned even more unpleasant-was he really going to lose the Ice Spirit Sakura Flower cultivation base?
No, he couldn’t accept it!
If he handed it over, his position in his grandfather’s and father’s hearts would surely plummet. The reputation of a prodigal son would undoubtedly stick to him like a plaster.
“We didn’t lose; you must have cheated. I am a world champion, the Asian Racing God. How could I lose to you?” Hiroto Ieshige, with bloodshot eyes, rushed towards Leo, furious.
Even with irrefutable facts before his eyes, Hiroto Ieshige neither wanted nor intended to believe them.
Leo’s face darkened.
Smack!
Without hesitation, Leo slapped Hiroto Ieshige’s face.
Leo exerted considerable force, causing Hiroto Ieshige to stagger and almost fall. Then, Leo saw the left side of his face swell.
“You little devil, refusing to admit defeat and still daring to insult me?” Leo said coldly.
“How dare you hit me? I’ll kill you!” Hiroto Ieshige roared, launching a punch at Leo.
Smack!
Leo delivered another resounding slap to the other side of Hiroto Ieshige’s face.
Instantly, Hiroto Ieshige’s entire face became swollen like a pig’s head.
Maniwa Koken’s face changed slightly. This Chinese man dared to hit the person she invited! It wasn’t just hitting Hiroto Ieshige; it was like slapping her face!
“You bastard! I’ll kill you!” Hiroto Ieshige roared, attempting a high kick from Taekwondo at Leo.
Leo snorted, delivering a swift kick straight to Hiroto Ieshige’s groin.
“Stop!” Maniwa Koken shouted.
With her keen eyes, she naturally saw that Leo’s movements were faster. However, Leo’s actions didn’t pause in the slightest because of Maniwa Koken, continuing to kick forcefully.
Hiroto Ieshige let out a miserable scream, the immense pain twisting his face. Then, he fell to the ground, clutching his crotch, with an unidentified liquid seemingly seeping from his pants.