Chapter 1007:
“I’ll go first. If I fail, then it’s your turn,” Christina replied with a faint smile.
“Then I probably won’t be needed. I know you’ll win,” Dylan said, his voice warm and full of faith.
Caught in his steady gaze, Christina’s heart gave an unexpected flutter, and she quickly looked away. His quiet trust and tender eyes had a way of disarming her. Such eye contact could have a serious impact on her heartbeat.
But in racing, she had to keep her composure—panic dulled instincts and slowed reflexes. Only a steady heart and a clear head allowed for swift reactions, decisive choices, and survival on the track.
As expected, Brock’s car was the first to cross the finish line. The crowd erupted in a frenzy of noise, excitement breaking into wild cheers.
“Skybreaker! Skybreaker! Skybreaker!”
“Skybreaker’s the champion! He’s unstoppable!”
“Unbelievable—after all these years, he’s still a blazing legend!”
Voices rose in a wave of ecstasy. Countless fans, having long admired Skybreaker, jumped to their feet in uncontainable joy.
Christina glanced at them and said coolly, “It’s my turn now.”
Out on the track, Brock wore a smug grin, gazing at Elliott with increasing disdain. “I told you, I’d beat you,” he mocked with a derisive laugh.
Holding his helmet under one arm, Elliott spoke calmly. “I admit defeat. I wasn’t good enough.”
Elliott acknowledged that this imposter certainly had some skills, but his arrogance was insufferable, making him inferior to Christina in every possible way.
“Now you’re talking—I am the unbeatable Skybreaker. Even if Darknight were here and challenged me for a match, he’d also lose,” Brock sneered, brimming with pride.
𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝: g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Elliott’s lips curved faintly, but he held back any immediate retort. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Christina approaching. His deep-set gaze lit up with hope. “I lost to you, but there’s someone who can defeat you. She’s arrived.”
Brock followed Elliott’s gaze and spotted a breathtaking woman making her way toward them. She was strikingly beautiful, her figure graceful.
“Her?” Brock sneered, his voice laced with contempt. “Are there truly no other skilled racers in Lorbridge? A woman has actually stepped forward to challenge me on a field I assumed was dominated by men?”
“That’s right. She will defeat you,” Elliott declared with unwavering confidence.
“You’re that certain?” Brock raised a brow, surprised by Elliott’s unshakable faith in a woman’s racing ability.
“Of course. She has defeated me,” Elliott admitted, a faint smile tugging at his lips. To him, Christina shone with a brilliance too dazzling to ignore, magnetic in every sense.
“I’ve beaten you myself. So what if she managed the same? That doesn’t mean she’ll win against me,” Brock retorted, his tone brimming with self-assurance. If men couldn’t best him, how could a mere woman hope to?
“Just you wait. She will certainly defeat you,” Elliott said, not so much as glancing at Brock. His smile remained steady as he watched Christina approach.
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