Chapter 151: Final Destination

Realizing he was about to be caught in a pincer attack, Geng Hua did not panic.

The Fan brothers were not easy to deal with, and Mo Shu had given him prior instructions.

Auto racing indeed required the ruthless driving style of the Fan brothers, but raw aggression alone was far from enough.

As a "normal" driver without the backing of any system, Geng Hua was able to establish a firm foothold in the Deities Racing Team precisely because of his own signature skills.

Although he lacked Mo Shu's super speed, Wang Yining's indestructible defense, and sometimes even the fluid agility that allowed Wang Qing to command her car with such finesse, Geng Hua possessed the most comprehensive driving technique among the Four Grand Deities, capable of executing flawless racing lines.

Combined with his near-perfect shifting timing and lightning-fast emergency reaction speed, he had become a driver who might not immediately stand out, yet proved exceptionally difficult to deal with.

Do you still remember the grand reputation with which Geng Hua made his debut?

Do you still remember Geng Hua's title among the Four Grand Deities?

The Super Racing Genius! The Deity of Versatility!

How could this racing prodigy, whom even Mo Shu was reluctant to engage in close-quarters combat, easily let others take advantage of him?

Although Fan Yu continuously pressed into Geng Hua's racing line, Geng Hua clung tightly to the rear bumper of Wang Yining's car, not giving his opponent an inch of space.

The distance between the two white cars was so close it could only be described as the span of a single fist.

Regardless of whether the lead car driven by Wang Yining accelerated, decelerated, turned, or drove straight, that fist-sized distance remained virtually unchanged.

Unfortunately, Wang Yining's "tank aura" could not be utilized by Geng Hua.

Otherwise, the oppressive driving style of the Fan brothers would have long been decisively shattered by Geng Hua.

Four cars, two black and two white, neither side gaining any advantage, neither side able to force the other to yield. They remained locked in a stalemate, neck and neck.

Let's look at the drivers ahead.

Mo Shu was currently in first place, cruising in a relaxed and leisurely manner.

Guan Mie followed closely behind. Amidst beating his chest in frustration, he did not forget to press the pursuit, knowing that if this continued, Mo Shu would inevitably widen his lead, leaving them with zero chance after ten minutes.

The Formula Overlord ranked third. Although Cabot was somewhat restrained when taking corners due to his unfamiliarity with drifting, he was, after all, a driver accustomed to speeds exceeding 300 kilometers per hour daily. With the abilities of Wang Qing and Robert Johnson behind him, they were not yet enough to command his full concentration.

However, Robert's target was not Cabot; he was entirely fixated on making Wang Qing suffer.

Dealing with an average competitor would have been effortless for Wang Qing.

Yet Robert was, after all, a veteran member of the Six Realms Supremacy squad who had fought for years. Both in experience and technique, he outclassed Wang Qing by a significant margin.

Right now, Wang Qing had fallen right into Robert's carefully calculated trap. In a hairpin turn, she was squeezed into a dead-end corner against the cliff face.

Since Robert had aggressively overtaken her, the numbers on the bomb timer displayed inside Wang Qing's car were ticking down rapidly.

Seeing that Wang Qing had nowhere to run, Robert engaged reverse gear and rammed back into the front of Wang Qing's car, blocking her escape route without leaving any room for maneuver.

At that moment, Robert was silently calculating in his mind, intending to speed away when Wang Qing had only seven to eight seconds left.

If he did that, Wang Qing would have no time to accelerate, let alone overtake to cancel the detonation, spelling certain death for her.

This would allow Robert to redeem himself for the Guan Mie team, especially since he would have to make a living under Guan Mie from then on.

Time ticked away second by second, and Wang Qing still found no way to break free from her predicament.

Her rear bumper was jammed tightly against the cliff, her front end was deadlocked by Robert, and her car door had been warped by the impact. Even if it could still be opened, relying solely on her own two feet, Wang Qing would not have enough time to run to a safe zone.

"Brother Mo Shu..." Wang Qing was on the verge of tears, thinking that if Mo Shu were by her side, she would undoubtedly be saved.

The bomb's countdown had only ten seconds remaining, and Robert was revving his engine in place, ready to flee this death zone at a moment's notice.

Suddenly, a wave of violent noise struck Robert's ears.

Robert felt a pang of panic, wondering if Wang Yining, Geng Hua, or the others had caught up, though he immediately dismissed the thought as unlikely.

The Fan brothers had kept their speed suppressed while tangling with those two; there was no way they could have broken away so quickly, nor would the Fan brothers have stood by and watched Wang and Geng rush to the rescue.

Perhaps he had misheard, or perhaps the cliff was simply too close, causing the engine roar to echo back.

Robert mentally mocked himself for his paranoia, just before hearing a deafening crash—Wang Qing's racing car had been rescued.

How could that be? Robert only felt a flash of white light sweep past.

Looking ahead again, Wang Qing's car was already ten meters away.

No, wait, it didn't seem to be Wang Qing's car. Robert clearly remembered that the rear of Wang Qing's car had a massive dent.

That was a scar he had deliberately left earlier when he rear-ended Wang Qing in an attempt to provoke her, yet this car's rear bumper was completely pristine.

Who on earth was it?

Wang Yining and Geng Hua were out of the question, and Mo Shu and Cabot had pulled far ahead long ago. For a moment, Robert could not guess the identity.

However, the white car's cornering maneuver betrayed the driver's identity.

Swinging the car sideways before the turn, drifting into and out of the bend—the entire sequence of actions was executed in one fluid motion, without a single moment of hesitation or dragging of feet.

The only person on the Genting Peak circuit today who could accomplish such a feat was present.

Other than Mo Shu, there was no one else.

"N-No... impossible..." Robert's lips trembled uncontrollably.

Because Mo Shu had not only rescued Wang Yining, but had also rammed Robert's entire front axle clear off.

With four legs reduced to two, it was now Robert's turn to wait for death in place.

As for how Mo Shu had managed to get back behind the two of them—

Robert never figured it out, right up until his demise.

"Brother Mo Shu!" Through the rearview mirror, Wang Qing looked joyfully at this deity-like man.

Although she didn't understand how Mo Shu, who had been in the lead, had suddenly appeared in that exact spot, the collision had not only freed her from the grim reaper's clutches but had also reset the bomb's countdown back to thirty seconds.

Mo Shu reached out of his car window and gestured with hand signals. Wang Qing understood that Mo Shu wanted her to increase her speed.

Overtaking between teammates would still trigger the bomb's detonation, so Mo Shu could only follow behind.

However, Mo Shu and Wang Qing were not lonely, for the Fan brothers along with Wang and Geng were rapidly closing the gap.

A prime opportunity! A cold glint suddenly appeared in Mo Shu's eyes.

Taking advantage of the presence of all Four Grand Deities, the time to finish off the Fan brothers had arrived.

Mo Shu slammed on the brakes, allowing everyone to overtake him, and the three Grand Deities instantly understood Mo Shu's intention.

The three white cars instantly merged into a single straight line, locking down the inner side of the track and monopolizing the racing line.

The Fan brothers were quick-witted as well. When they saw the upcoming left turn and noticed that the Grand Deities had blocked the right-side route, they immediately understood what their opponents intended to do.

Yet it was all too late; any reaction from the Fan brothers was now too late.

Driving right behind them, with the bomb's countdown ticking away, Mo Shu floored the accelerator and rammed straight into them, showing no intention of slowing down even after the impact.

When the Fan brothers saw that the right side was completely sealed off by the Grand Deities and the end of the corner was a sheer abyss, they couldn't help but scream at the top of their lungs: "Daddy! Save me!!"

"Boom!"

The guardrails shattered into fragments, dust and smoke billowed into the air, and the two black cars plummeted off the cliff. Mo Shu calmly counter-steered and returned to the track.

Robert, Fan Yu, and Fan Jade had all been eliminated.

A triple kill by Mo Shu!

So cold-blooded!

His companions were completely stunned! The Deity of Speed had actually staged an episode of Final Destination.

Apologies, dear book friends, I worked too late tonight and could only finish one chapter. Yuansheng will try his best to make up for it tomorrow.