Vivienne didn't panic. She was right on Hurricane’s tail as she beautifully drifted around the first bend.
"Interesting, number twelve can keep up with Hurricane. She seems like she's a pro."
The number of people taking notice of Vivienne’s skills began to increase. Murmurs about number twelve began circulating among the crowd.
Kala, standing from a vantage point, watched as Vivienne leaped ahead and surpassed Hurricane in just a few swift movements. She couldn’t help but feel a knot in her stomach.
Everyone bore in their minds Hurricane's aggressive pursuit of Carl earlier. It was clear as day that his intentions were far from honorable. Against him, Vivienne’s chance of victory seemed slim.
Just as Kala’s concerns peaked, Hurricane repeated his ruthless tactics.
But Vivienne, remaining unfazed, skillfully dodged his aggressive attacks and continued charging forward.
"Heavens! She evaded Hurricane’s attack! How is that even possible? It was such a narrow space; how did she manage that?"
"That's insane! I've only seen such skills at the International Grand Prix. You need at least five to eight years of experience to reach that level!”
As they gasped in surprise, Vivienne accelerated ahead, tearing herself away from Hurricane's grasp.
Hurricane, however, wasn't ready to lose so easily. His car engine roared, trying to maintain the pace while incessantly gnawing at her like a snake that had caught the scent of its prey.
Vivienne’s car sped ahead like the wind, leaving a bewildered Hurricane behind. At the last bend, he made a desperate attempt to overtake but was blocked by Vivienne’s sudden change in direction.
"You…"
Before his curse at her could leave his lips, he lost control and crashed hard into a blockade.
Hurricane was thrown out of his windshield, fracturing two ribs and badly harming both his legs.
"Ah! My legs!"
His agonized screams echoed far and wide, but Vivienne paid them no mind as she gracefully crossed the finish line.
"Vivienne! You were amazing!" Kala ran to her in disbelief and threw her arms around her in a tight embrace.
Meanwhile, Vivienne merely removed her helmet, as she walked over to Hurricane. "Like I said, you're not worthy to race me."
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