Chapter 2095 — Something Fishy
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"Good. Since Elders Yu and You have certified them, let the competitors take their seats in the cars bearing their family surnames and sect names. The horn shall be the signal—the instant it sounds, the race begins!" said Old Master Zhao.
Wei Zhao gave Zhao Qibing, not far away, a cold look. A strange smile flickered at the corner of his mouth, and then he walked toward the car marked "Han."
Zhao Qibing felt a chill crawl over his skin at Wei Zhao's look, unable to guess what that smile meant. Still, he snorted, forced himself to look calm, and climbed into his own car, thinking: What is there to fear? A car race is not a fight—beating him will be far too easy!
After all, his car had been modified—the only modified car among them all. As for the inspection by Elders Yu and You, that was mere formality. The Zhao family were the hosts of this Hidden Family Summit, and the other events had all been snatched up by others. If the Hidden Zhao Family, as hosts, could not win a single contest, that would be a disgrace.
But compared with the others, the Hidden Zhao Family's Zhao Qilei had no great advantage, so to balance the contest they had added a car race and handed the championship to the Hidden Zhao Family!
Zhao Qibing might be formidable at racing and know the terrain to his advantage, but the other hidden families, apart from the Hidden Han Family, could have hired skilled racers as outside help. They simply all understood the championship to be settled in advance, and so spared themselves the trouble.
At the sound of a clear, ringing horn, Wei Zhao swiftly shifted into gear and stamped on the accelerator; the car shot away at flying speed!
Then Wei Zhao began shifting without pause, quickly reaching the highest gear, the accelerator pressed flat to the floor, and in an instant he had taken the lead among all the cars!
That opening move left every patriarch and sect master watching the race dumbstruck. Was Wei Zhao truly so formidable a driver?
Old Master Zhao too silently counted his blessings—thank heaven he had held something back. Zhao Qibing's car was modified; otherwise this race would truly have been in doubt. This Wei Zhao was not to be underestimated: a cultivator, and such a superb driver besides—even Zhao Qibing, who often ran illegal street races abroad, was no match for him?
Though Zhao Qibing's start had not been as fierce and effortless as Wei Zhao's, the advantage of his modified car soon showed itself. The cars of Wei Zhao and the others all had naturally aspirated engines, while Zhao Qibing's was turbocharged; once the turbo kicked in, his speed leapt at once, and in a single instant he overtook Wei Zhao's car and flung him far behind!
Wei Zhao knew car performance no less than Zhao Qibing—more, if anything. Seeing Zhao Qibing's car pull ahead, he frowned at once.
Wei Zhao had been accelerating ever since the horn sounded, and his speed had now passed one hundred and sixty miles an hour; still he kept accelerating. Zhao Qibing's car, by Wei Zhao's eye, was doing at least two hundred and twenty or thirty, and still accelerating!
Was that even possible? Wei Zhao had driven a Jetta before; past two hundred was the absolute limit, and even for him holding steady at two hundred and twenty was no easy feat! (To be continued.) RQ