"Hmph, this idiot."

Qin Yang glanced at the rearview mirror and snorted coldly. It seemed this Japanese also wanted to imitate his earlier overtaking maneuver.

However, Qin Yang managed such perfect control at high speed thanks to the powerful perception and reflexes of a Cultivator. He had just made it past that bend, while this Japanese was going even faster than he had been. It's no wonder if he crashes into the mountain.

Qin Yang slowed down a bit, letting Matsuboto Kono overtake him slightly just before entering the bend.

Whizz~!!

A piercing screeching sound rang out as Matsuboto Kono drove his Pagani. Though he braked at the bend, his speed was still around 300 kilometers per hour, causing the car to swerve dramatically.

"Damn it, you lunatic, slow down!"

Qiu Dafeng's expression changed drastically, terror filling his eyes as he screamed frantically.

Bang~!!

Under the centrifugal force of the high-speed turn, the car body on Qiu Dafeng's side slammed into the hard mountain, with the right headlight shattering first.

Zap! Zap!

Following that, the right door scraped against the mountain as they turned, with the new Pagani being scratched deeply by protruding rocks.

Clunk!

A loud crash occurred, and the door on Qiu Dafeng's side fell and rolled to the ground.

Qin Yang glanced indifferently at the half-destroyed Pagani, then elegantly maneuvered around the bend, effortlessly leaving behind the Pagani that had slowed down after crashing into the mountain.

The Eighteen Mountain Passes are racing tracks built around the entirety of Cyan Mountain, serving as both the starting and finishing points of the race.

Whoosh!

In everyone's sight, the all-silver Bugatti sped along the final five-kilometer straight, crossing the finish line amid cheers.

"Haha, we Huaxia people won."

"That young man is incredible, a genius racer."

"Huaxia people are still the best, that Japanese Matsuboto Kono wasn't even a match..."

"..."

At this moment, the crowd watching erupted. Such a thrilling race, it was their first time witnessing it.

"Yay, Meiqing sis, we won, we won!"

Tang Huanhuan's face was beaming with joy as she jumped excitedly.

"Yes, he never disappoints."

Long Meiqing smiled slightly, nodding.

At this moment, Asakawa Kaori's delicate face became somber. Matsuboto Kono, that useless man, what is he doing? The so-called "King of Asian Cars" couldn't even beat a Chinese. Losing this race made it even harder for the Asakawa family to obtain the Fire Dance Cherry Blossoms seeds.

The gray-robed elder nearby also looked a bit displeased; Qiu Shao actually lost!

"Where is Matsuboto Kono?"

Asakawa Kaori looked toward the straight course.

A few seconds later, a battered Pagani appeared on the approaching final straight path in everyone's stunned gaze.

At this time, the Pagani's right half had shattered headlights, the passenger's side door was blown off, and there were numerous shocking scratches elsewhere, with smoke still rising from the engine in front, it looked like a scrapped vehicle.

"Damn it, is this still the renowned Son of Ghosts top-tier car?"

"This Japanese drove the car to scrap..."

"Qiu Shao is going to cry this time."

"..."

Gazing with astonishment at the battered right half of the car, people remarked with strange expressions.

Meanwhile, Qiu Dafeng, sitting in the passenger seat, had a face so gloomy it could drip water. He had a bloodstain on his right cheek, scratched by glass shards, looking quite miserable.

Screech!

Qiu Dafeng slowly clenched his fists. At this moment, he was feeling an uncontrollable impulse; he genuinely wanted to beat the hell out of this Japanese who almost cost him his life.

If not considering this Japanese's effort to win the race, he would have rushed forward long ago.

Clunk!

Qiu Dafeng's leather shoes stepped on the ground. As soon as he got off the car, he saw some eyes looking at him with mockery. He knew that now his image was very pathetic, many people were certainly laughing at him.

At this moment, Qin Yang and Tang Yingying had already gotten out of the car, standing together with Tang Huanhuan and Long Meiqing.

"You lost."

Qin Yang stared at Qiu Dafeng, smiling slyly.

Upon hearing this, Qiu Dafeng's face turned ugly. Did he really have to hand over that flower base?!

No, he was unwilling. If he handed it over like that, his status in his grandfather's and father's eyes would definitely plummet; the reputation of a prodigal son would fall onto him for sure.

"We didn't lose. You, you must have cheated. How could the Great Japanese Empire's racer lose to a Chinaman like you!"

Matsuboto Kono's eyes were red with rage as he rushed toward Qin Yang, shouting in a frenzy.

He couldn't believe that as the "King of Asian Cars," he lost to a Chinaman whom he considered an amateur racer.

"Chinaman?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Yang's face darkened.

Slap!

Without any hesitation, Qin Yang swung his hand and slapped Matsuboto Kono across the face with tremendous force, making him stagger and causing the left side of his face to swell instantly.

"You Japanese slave, can't even accept losing, still dare to insult me?"

Qin Yang said coldly.

"You dare hit a racer from the Great Japanese Empire, I will kill you."

Matsuboto Kono shouted furiously, throwing a punch at Qin Yang.

However, such a slow move was nothing to Qin Yang.

Slap!

Qin Yang delivered another slap on the other side of Matsuboto Kono's face, making his whole face swell like a pig's head.

Seeing this, Asakawa Kaori's expression changed. This Chinaman dared to hit the person she invited, which was equivalent to slapping her face, and this person was a racer with honors in their Japan.

"Ah, Baka-yarou, I'll kill you, Chinaman!"

Matsuboto Kono roared, eyes shining with murderous intent, performing a high-kick karate move aimed at Qin Yang.

"Baka my **."

Qin Yang snorted coldly. As the high-kick came in, he fiercely kicked toward Matsuboto Kono's crotch.

"Stop!"

Asakawa Kaori shouted furiously. With her keenness, she naturally saw that Qin Yang moved faster.

However, Qin Yang's feet showed no signs of stopping due to Asakawa Kaori's words, his movements remained fiercely decisive.

"Awooh!"

Matsuboto Kono let out a howl, his face twisted significantly, clutching his crotch as he fell to the ground, seemingly leaking some unknown fluid from between his fingers.

"Damn, did that kick break the Japanese's balls?"

"Serves him right, refusing to accept loss."

"..."

People around commented with humorous expressions.

"Damn it, dare to hit the person invited by the Asakawa Clan."

Asakawa Kaori's expression changed, anger simmered in her beautiful eyes. Though Matsuboto Kono lost the race, he was someone Asakawa Kaori invited; she couldn't let such an insult go unchallenged.

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