"Ready."
The woman circled around the two cars before positioning herself in the middle of the road. Her arms swung the flag, but she wasn't in any hurry to lower it.
Watching the flag waving, Lu Tianxing's face remained expressionless. For him, a race of this level couldn't arouse any interest at all.
At that moment, however, Zhang Tianfeng's face flickered with a cold light. This time, he intended not only to race but also to ensure that Lu Tianxing met a graveless death. After all, accidents in street racing were all too common.
"Whoosh!"
The woman, waving the flag, suddenly brought it down hard.
"Boom!"
As the flag hit the ground, the two sports cars shot out like bullets from a gun, with the wind lifting a jacket off the ground and sending it dancing in the air.
As a Martial Artist approaching the mythic level, Lu Tianxing's reflexes utterly eclipsed Zhang Tianfeng's without effort. He zoomed ahead by nearly a car length, shooting to the forefront.
