Why was she smiling? Could she possibly have another trick up her sleeve in this impossible situation?

No. No technique could save her from a direct collision at this speed.

But Serena kept smiling. As Anna pinned the throttle and prepared to strike, Serena simply raised an eyebrow and let out a soft scoff.

She violently yanked the emergency brake and counter-steered with brutal

precision. The pink supercar snapped into a violent spin.

Executing a flawless fishtail counter, Serena narrowly avoided the direct hit. Instead, the heavy rear end of her supercar swung around like a baseball bat, smashing directly into Anna's front bumper.

The kinetic redirection completely absorbed the impact, saving Serena from being pushed over the edge. But the massive transfer of force sent Anna's car spinning out of control. It careened wildly toward the drop.

With a horrifying scrape of metal against stone, the front wheels shot off the edge. The vehicle teetered precariously, only its rear half keeping it anchored to the asphalt. The entire front end was crushed.

"Ah! Help!"

Anna stared down into the bottomless abyss. She was trapped on the absolute edge, paralyzed by fear. Her sanity finally returned, replaced by overwhelming terror. She soiled herself, completely breaking down. Her steering was dead. She didn't dare move a muscle, terrified that the slightest shift in weight would send her plunging to her doom.

"Help! Help me! I don't want to die!"

Seeing the pink supercar idle nearby, she shrieked, "Serena! I'm sorry! I was wrong! Please, save me! Save me!"

"You should be glad you're a Vinton," Serena said coldly as she straightened her steering wheel.

Out of respect for her grandparents, she had calculated the exact angle and force needed to disable the car without killing her. Anna could rot ôn the edge and wait for the rescue team.

Serena hit the gas and rocketed forward.

Because of Anna's little stunt, Hurricane had managed to catch up. This time,

Serena didn't bother using violent tactics. She played with him like a cat toying with a mouse.

She would suddenly brake-check

him, forcing him into a panic, then speed up and match his pace, deliberately boxing him into the most uncomfortable racing lines. She pushed him to the absolute brink of crashing multiple times. Cóntent

Between her impossible drift, the canyon jump, and the brutal fishtail strike, Hurricane's confidence wasz already shattered. The only reason he was still driving was pure muscle memory. Being humiliated like this utterly broke his spirit. On the final turn, he made a catastrophic rookie mistake, slamming his car into the barricade where it smoked and died.

The finish line was right ahead.

Serena slammed the brakes, throwing the car into a flawless 180-degree spin.

Then, she shifted into reverse and floored it.

The pink supercar crossed the finish line backward. It was the ultimate disrespect, far more humiliating than just crashing his car.

Hurricane sat paralyzed in his wrecked vehicle, staring as the pink car obnoxiously flashed its headlights at him. His eyes widened in absolute shock.

That reckless driving style. That god-like car control. It was far too familiar.

That inertial drift and the fishtail counter strike... those were the signature moves of a legend.

She was the god of the track, the phantom who had vanished four years ago..... Skye!