Chapter 2096 — A Minor Accident

It did not take long for Wei Zhao to sense that something was wrong! And in that instant, the truth struck him: there was something off about Zhao Qibing's car. As for the earlier inspections by Old Master Yu and Old Master You, those had been nothing but a smokescreen to hoodwink everyone.

If all the cars had been the same, Wei Zhao would have been confident of victory. But now the cars were not the same. Pitting an ordinary car against a modified one, even a world-class racer like Wei Zhao could not be sure of winning!

"Damn, that's just foul play! How is that even possible?" Han Xiaopo saw Zhao Qibing's car—which Wei Zhao had left languishing in second place—suddenly shoot forward and overtake Wei Zhao, and his mood soured at once. "There's obviously something wrong with Zhao Qibing's car. Have you ever seen a Jetta doing two hundred twenty or thirty and still accelerating? And the acceleration is that fast—the engine has clearly been tampered with!"

"Oh? Old Master Han, your family has an objection?" Old Master Zhao shot Han Xiaopo a chilling glance. "Could it be that you doubt the impartiality of Old Master Yu and Old Master You?"

"Xiaopo... do not speak out of turn!" Han Tianba sighed inwardly. Under the circumstances, he truly could not say anything. Say too much, and he would offend the Yu and You families as well. The Hidden Han Family was already in decline; to hand them another pretext to make trouble would be a loss not worth the gain!

Han Xiaopo understood his grandfather's meaning well enough. He sighed and said no more, though his heart was full of regret. At first, seeing Wei Zhao's superb driving—leading from the very start—he had thought Wei Zhao would win this race without any trouble. But now it seemed that had been a fool's dream.

Soon enough, Wei Zhao, relying on his superb skill, pushed his car to two hundred and ten... two hundred and twenty. Yet he could only watch in helpless frustration as Zhao Qibing's speed crept toward two hundred sixty or seventy. If his own car had not been modified, Wei Zhao's speed was already at its absolute limit!

The official top speed for this model was only one hundred and seventy-five. Wei Zhao was already severely over the limit. Was Zhao Qibing's car an airplane, for heaven's sake?

"Ha ha!" Zhao Qibing watched Wei Zhao's car dwindle smaller and smaller in his rearview mirror, and his heart blossomed with delight. What a fool, he thought. You think being a good fighter makes you a good driver? I'll run you into the ground!

But the straightaway was over. A curve lay ahead, and Zhao Qibing had no choice but to begin slowing down. The turns on this mountain road were no joke. At such speed, one careless moment and he would fly off the edge—even as a Yellow-rank cultivator, he would end up half crippled!

Zhao Qibing was decelerating, but Wei Zhao still held his high speed of two hundred and twenty, continuing to exploit inertia for every last ounce of acceleration!

"Damn, is he insane?" Zhao Qibing watched Wei Zhao's car come charging at him like a madman and cursed under his breath. Yet he dared not accelerate too much. He wanted to win the race, yes—but he valued his life more. If he died, what good would winning do?

Zhao Qibing entered the curve, not daring to be careless, keeping his speed at around one hundred sixty or seventy. Any faster and he feared he would lose control. With his driving skill, this speed was already his limit.

But the very next moment, Zhao Qibing discovered to his horror that Wei Zhao had entered the mountain road at two hundred and thirty! Drifting—drifting straight through the corners, not slowing at all! A few drifts later, Wei Zhao had caught up, and Zhao Qibing's car was already close enough to touch!

"Damn it. Thank goodness it's a straightaway again up ahead, or that lunatic really would have caught me!" Zhao Qibing glanced at the rearview mirror and silently counted himself lucky.

After the big curves on the mountain road came a straight stretch, and on this surface Zhao Qibing could once again unleash his advantage and accelerate without limit! So, at the very instant Wei Zhao was about to catch him, Zhao Qibing accelerated again and left Wei Zhao far behind!

"Wah ha ha ha!" Zhao Qibing laughed in smug triumph. Since he had first met Wei Zhao, this was the first time he had ever made Wei Zhao eat dirt, and it delighted him immensely. Before, it had always been he who came off worse before Wei Zhao—but this time, he had pulled off a complete reversal.

Wei Zhao, for his part, was neither irritated nor angry, nor the least bit agitated. He only watched calmly as Zhao Qibing accelerated once more and left him far behind...

In terms of driving skill, Wei Zhao was beyond reproach, with no weakness whatsoever. But in terms of the car, he was far outmatched. Even with his heaven-defying technique, drifting constantly through the corners, he could at best only match Zhao Qibing—because Zhao Qibing's car was simply too good, capable of obliterating Wei Zhao in an instant on the straightaways.

"If you had raced honestly, it would have been fine, but since you want to play crooked games with me, do not blame me for being impolite!" Wei Zhao shook his head and said mildly.

Having calculated that no amount of maneuvering would let him defeat Zhao Qibing, Wei Zhao no longer intended to keep playing by the rules with him. Since Zhao Qibing had broken the rules first, he could not blame Wei Zhao for dispensing with courtesy!

Wei Zhao drove on, still calm and composed, but his right hand had already secretly begun condensing a true-qi bomb. It had been a long time since Wei Zhao had used this trump card against anyone. Little did he expect that when he used it again, it would be on Zhao Qibing!

Of course, Wei Zhao did not intend to kill Zhao Qibing. The rules of the race forbade lethal combat between drivers, and if he caused too big a stir, it would inevitably draw suspicion and bring trouble down upon himself. After all, several Heaven-rank experts were here presiding over the event, and Wei Zhao was not so arrogant as to think himself above everyone.

But to manufacture a little "accident" in such a way that no one could find proof—that would pose no problem at all.

So after condensing a very small true-qi bomb, Wei Zhao stopped and focused on driving, waiting for the next corner to come.

At last, after a stretch of straight road, the curve arrived once more! This mountain road was built in a most peculiar way—some parts wound around the mountain, some passed through its belly, some climbed on a diagonal slope—as though it had been designed specifically as a racetrack!

In Wei Zhao's estimation, this place was likely an underground racing circuit in ordinary times as well. Otherwise, if it were only for the annual Hidden Families Summit, the Hidden Zhao Family would never have poured so much money into building this track—and besides, the summit was not necessarily held at the Hidden Zhao Family's grounds every year!

Most likely, this was a secret money-making venture for the Hidden Zhao Family. The hidden families could not openly do business in the light of day, but conducting some business in the shadows, so long as it escaped the notice of the Hidden Families Arbitration Association, was no problem at all.

Moreover, the so-called Hidden Families Arbitration Association now existed in name only. The several enforcement elders were all patriarchs of their respective families, so the Hidden Zhao Family naturally had nothing to fear. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to visit Qidian to cast recommendation votes and monthly votes; your support is my greatest motivation.)

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