"Whatever, as long as I have my little Ancestor’s protection, I’m not afraid of anything!"
Bai He took a deep breath, playfully nudged Xi Zuzi’s shoulder, and then strutted out the door confidently.
Xi Rubao Wu Qianman: "..." Sister Bai He, do your fans know you’re like a little lamb in front of other won???
At the racetrack.
A few racers from Country M, along with Bai He, arrived at the starting line one after another.
A head with golden hair popped out of car 101, speaking in sowhat broken Empire language: "Hey, babe, I love your fierce and spicy style. How about a drink at the bar after the race?"
Bai He rolled her eyes: "Want to have a drink with your granny? Sorry, your granny doesn’t have the ti!"
After soone translated the words "your granny" for car 101’s driver, he beca angry and embarrassed: "Bitch! Shaless! You were lucky to be a few seconds faster last round, and now you think you’re sobody?"
Bai He sneered: "Being faster than you turtles is enough."
"You!"
"What do you an ’you’? If you have the guts, let’s settle it on the track. Your granny isn’t interested in wasting words with you!"
Bai He snorted before ignoring those jerks and ticulously checking the car’s instrunts to ensure everything was normal.
God’s 007 slowly cruised down a nearby track.
For so reason, Bai He no longer felt the previous excitent and elation for God’s arrival.
Perhaps it was because God refused to analyze the last round’s loss with her, making her feel he didn’t truly see her as a teammate.
No matter, just focus on being the best she could be.
Challenge her limits.
Xiao Bai, you’re amazing!
Bai He touched the spot on her forehead where Xi Zuzi had pointed, silently cheering herself on.
The third round was the decisive one.
The spectators’ emotions were especially high, with half the audience standing and chanting cheers to support their national team right from the start.
Halfway through the race, the Imperial Team’s side was so tense that almost everyone stood up, shouting, "Go God! Go Goddess Bai He! Wreck them!"
Both God and Bai He were in the middle of the leading pack, around the top five, a result even less optimistic than the first two rounds.
For so reason, Country M seed to have taken so kind of Power Pill or added a speed magic to their wheels, with three or four cars leading far ahead.
Even more despairing, three of those cars gradually moved and blocked Bai He and God’s path firmly.
Whenever Bai He and God tried to change tracks to overtake, the opponents instantly switched lanes, always staying ahead of them.
What a ss!
On the Empire’s side, half the spectators who were standing sat back down in despair, too tired to chant anymore.
With Bai He and God firmly suppressed and unable to overtake, the front of the stands suddenly erupted with exclamations: "Amazing, that move by God..."
The situation on the field suddenly reversed in a second.
One of the previously suppressed cars suddenly accelerated wildly, heading straight for the car ahead’s trunk.
Just before the collision, its front end lifted, and unbelievably, the whole car arced over the blocking car in the air.
Even more impressively, upon landing, it perford a "God Dragon Tail," forcefully slamming onto the opponent’s hood, almost crushing their engine.
And just like that, the blockade was broken!
It raced towards the finish line in a dust cloud!
The despondent spectators sprang back up like a fish flipping upright, the scene spectacular, the discussions buzzing:
"God truly lives up to the na of God; this was a revival from the dead."
"This move gets full marks from , absolutely amazing!"
"I’m convinced, this breakthrough maneuver should be recorded in racing history."
Amid the hubbub, a ek voice was particularly jarring: "Guys, did we get it wrong? That ruthless move just now was by car 133, not God..."
What?
133?
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