Chapter 54:
It looked as though Harlee wasnât racing at all, but simply out for a casual drive.
âHey!â Adelina felt overlooked by Harlee and snapped to get her attention.
Harlee glanced at Adelina as if she were looking at something insignificant.
Harlee could at least respect Mayer for his abilities.
But from the moment Adelina started, Harlee knew her level. It was an insult to the racetrack.
Harlee had anticipated a thrilling contest, yet the race was proving to be a disappointment.
Harleeâs look sharply undercut Adelinaâs confidence.
Adelina pressed the gas pedal down hard, intent on outpacing Harlee. The sharp bend up ahead was her chance.
With sharp focus, Adelina jerked the steering wheel, the tires screaming as they gripped the ground.
Her car hugged the curve tightly, making the turn successfully.
Phoebe yelled excitedly from the stands, âAdelina, youâre incredible!â
A grin spread across Adelinaâs face.
But suddenly, with a swift âwhoosh,â the dark form of Harleeâs car zipped by, executing a perfect 180-degree spin around the bend.
Adelinaâs smile stiffened.
Before the crowd fully grasped the situation, Harlee was already catching up to Mayer.
The spectators erupted into roaring applause.
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That technique was the Phantom Racerâs signature move, one that many racers had tried to mimic from those famous videos.
Yet, most attempts either failed or resulted in severe accidents.
A slight error could mean sliding off the track, ending the race prematurely, or leading to a catastrophic crash.
Rhys, observing intensely, felt his hand shake slightly on his knee, his fingers tensing without him realizing.
As an experienced racer, Rhys was familiar with those videos capturing the Phantom Racer in various competitions.
Before, he had always thought the driver wasnât just there to compete, but to revel in the excitement of the pursuit.
Yet, watching a video was one thing. Watching the race offline at the racetrack stirred a profound feeling within Rhys.
Harlee wasnât merely participating in the race. She was intentionally elevating its difficulty for herself.
She didnât need to take such risks to outperform Mayer, yet she opted for the most challenging path and nailed it perfectly.
More than anything, she seemed to thrive on the peril, savoring the challenge.
Maybe that was the reason she, along with her race car, became a legend.
Then, Rhys was reminded of a time when Harlee had been trapped in a morgue.
His emotions now echoed those he felt back then.
Anxiety and concern swelled in his chest.
Intensely focused, Mayer noticed Harlee closing in and started to sweat.
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