Bugatti Veyron—a world-class supercar, hand-built to perfection. Weighing in at 1,888 kilograms, packing an 8.0-liter turbo engine, boasting a jaw-dropping 1,001 horsepower, and rocketing from zero to a hundred in just 2.5 seconds. In less than a minute, it can hit its top speed, which is over 400 kilometers per hour. With a price tag of forty million, it leaves all other mass-produced cars eating its dust. I’m listing all these stats I found online just so folks like me, who only knew about Lamborghinis until recently, can get a sense of it: Jack Young’s car is seriously badass.
It might not be the fastest car on earth, but anything quicker is as rare as a unicorn. And in the world of mass-produced supercars (even if production is super low), the Bugatti Veyron is absolutely king of the hill.
But right now, this king-of-the-road luxury car is about to get left in the dust.
When you think of street racing, what comes to mind? Probably some dangerously thrilling illegal games, crowds of long-legged beauties, cocky dudes revving their engines, and flashy, rapping bros. Of course, that’s just the street-level stuff. Anyone watching from inside an F1 track is a whole different breed—basically, the upper crust. They usually keep it classy and cool.
But today, they dropped all their airs, manners, and even their sunglasses in a heartbeat, bursting out with wild cheers and screams.
“Look! We’re only halfway down the straight and that car’s already ahead by a car and a half! What the heck is that thing?” (Note: Here, ‘car length’ doesn’t mean a parking spot—it’s like the ‘body length’ in track and field.)
Race tracks have straights, S-curves, U-turns, and crazy sharp corners. But out of all of them, the straightaway is the most adrenaline-pumping, the ultimate test of raw power. If your ride’s got muscle, you’ll know it right here.
Two mechanical beasts are roaring. The Bugatti belts out an electronic, jet-like symphony, and every time its tires hit the track, the few grains of sand and dust go flying like ninja stars. Yet somehow, it’s still the one eating dust—because that mysterious black Knight Phantom, looking straight out of Knight Rider, rockets ahead with impossible acceleration, leaving everyone in the dust.
By the time they hit the end of the straight, the Knight Phantom is a full three car lengths ahead of the Bugatti!
In a race, getting left behind by three car lengths after just one straight shot is like the difference between a free-to-play gamer and someone who’s maxed out their credit card. Maybe on a wild city street, luck would play a part, but this track is pro-level—smooth, empty, and unforgiving. If the pay-to-win player was a total klutz, maybe there’d be a comeback, but right now, the Knight Phantom’s driver has totally fused with the car’s brain.
[Approaching right turn ahead, turn radius: 42 meters, road surface banking: 2 degrees. Calculating centrifugal force, speed, angle—results obtained. Initiating operation: decelerate, select entry point, turn, brake, cut in.]
Screee—! With a piercing screech of rubber on asphalt, the black Knight Phantom executed a turn at a flawless angle. The rear wheels drifted, tail whipping out, while the front wheels held the line steady, as if a god were sketching a perfect curve on the track. The Knight Phantom blasted through the first corner in the shortest theoretical time possible.
"Holy crap!" Amid the chorus of exclamations, even Jasper Xiao had to admit—the driving was seriously impressive.
Zhu Ming felt as if he were seeing the road through the eyes of the car itself. He’d become a machine, his vision filled with sensor feeds and data streams scrolling across his HUD. It was just like being the Terminator in the movies.
He felt fused with the machine. He was the car, and the car was him. Controlling the wheels was as natural as moving his own limbs; steering the body as easy as rolling over in bed—effortless, poised, and flawless. This was truly the best way to unleash his abilities. The sheer power of merging with the machine was addictive! I was born for this. My Nano Core really is the best!
Just look at that Bugatti behind me—only halfway through the turn, can’t even compare! Bet that guy’s face looks pretty sour right now. But hey, winning isn’t the point. Let’s have some fun first!
With that thought, the Knight Phantom suddenly slowed down.
“Huh? What’s going on?” The Knight Phantom’s unexpected move left many people puzzled. In street racing, it’s all about the tiniest margins—any slowdown, and sure enough, the Bugatti was right on its tail. But then the Knight Phantom pulled off something even crazier—something you’d almost never see in a race: it started circling the Bugatti, front and back, left and right, spinning around it!
Slowing down, falling behind, switching lanes, accelerating, overtaking, switching again, slowing down... On the track, the Knight Phantom was showing off its performance in the most outrageously flashy way possible.
Forget the folks in the grandstands—even the people watching the monitors had weird looks on their faces. Some snickered, some shook their heads, and a red-eyed woman coolly remarked in German, "Showboating idiot, but at least he’s giving us perfect data."
Meanwhile, in the Bugatti’s driver’s seat, Jack Young’s competitive fire was burning hotter than ever.
Imagine this: you’re sprinting your heart out, and some clown swings his big rear in front of you, circling around while flipping you off and shouting in a Fang Tang Mirror accent, “Here I come! Oops, I’m gone again! Come catch me, come on, bet you can’t, loser!” Jack was already on edge, and this taunt nearly pushed him over.
But humming a dreamy tune to himself, Jack managed to calm down. Truth is, he barely knew this Bugatti. Sure, his martial arts skills were top notch, but he had no real feel for the car’s performance—no way he could push it to the limit right off the bat. And he had to admit, that black Knight Phantom was insanely powerful.
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If I want to beat him, I’ve got to handle my own business while he’s busy showing off!
Jack floored the accelerator and focused completely. A faint glow shimmered in his eyes as his mind entered battle mode. The whole track stretched out in his mental field, and the entire car was quickly mapped out in his mind. The roaring engine behind him—sixteen cylinders of pure madness—rumbled through the thick chassis. Driveshaft, suspension, shocks—everything was vibrating. Jack pressed his foot down, feeling every tremor, every strength and weakness of the car.
Corner after corner, each one a test of skill and nerves. Jack’s feet danced between gas and brake, slowing and speeding up in a constant flow, weaving the car through the bends. Watching the black Knight Phantom nail every turn up ahead, Jack knew—even if he drove perfectly, he couldn’t win on technique and performance alone.
Driving has its rules, and within those rules, the black Knight Phantom was at the absolute peak. In the bounds of the game, it was unbeatable.
But what if I break those rules? No, scratch that—breaking the rules is a must. The real question is: how?
In that instant, two ideas popped into Jack’s head.
First thought: Sabotage Zhu Ming. As long as no one catches me, I could totally wreck that bastard!
Honestly, as that thought surfaced, Jack gave the black car a cold, sharp look. Even at breakneck speed, he was confident he could rip off a chunk of metal and blow out the Knight Phantom’s tire.
But the next moment, he shook his head and suppressed the idea—can’t give in to inner demons!
This battle wasn’t just about Jack versus Zhu Ming—it was Jack versus himself. No running, no backing out. No losing, no letting go. That’s why he had to fight extra hard to suppress those reckless urges, and think: what would normal me do right now?
So, Jack squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head hard. When he opened them again, clarity finally dawned: this micro-control of acceleration and braking—doesn’t it feel a bit like frequency-point bursting?
Once that brainwave hit, he couldn’t stop it from snowballing.
Back when he was inventing new combat techniques and lightfoot skills, he drew on plenty of modern ideas—like launch-style starts and drift-style sidesteps. By blending these with wuxia lightfoot techniques, and coordinating foot muscles and internal energy, he’d created new moves that even the Phantom Sword Saint admired.
If I could borrow modern elements for the martial arts world, why not bring wuxia elements into the modern world?
Physically, the black Knight Phantom was already at the top. But internal energy—wasn’t that meant to break the laws of physics?
What if I could use lightfoot techniques through the tires, bearings, clutch, and gearbox?
Suddenly, it felt like a brilliant idea...
In a blink, the corners were behind them. With the Knight Phantom deliberately slowing down, both cars hit the straightaway almost simultaneously. Three laps in total—first lap, done.
"This time, I’ll make you despair!" Slowing down wasn’t about being polite—it was about savoring another round of showboating. In the Knight Phantom, Zhu Ming grinned coldly and gave the command—the black car accelerated at full blast!
Rumble rumble—Knight Phantom roared down the track at full speed, blasting past 300 kilometers per hour and still accelerating, drawing gasps from the crowd in the stands.
“Look, that Bugatti’s wobbling on the straight! What’s up with the driver? Is his hand shaking from despair?” Someone pointed at the trailing Bugatti and shouted, sparking a wave of laughter.
But Jasper Xiao suddenly raised his long-furrowed brow. He remembered clearly—before the KOF Mecha powered up, it always did a move like a butterfly step. He’d once asked the Queen what that meant, and she’d said it was like an old train backing up before leaving the station—a little shake to loosen up the mechanical parts, so the next burst would be explosive.
To his eyes, the Bugatti’s side-to-side wobble had the same rhythm as that butterfly step. Far from a sign of despair, it was a signal to attack.
In a flash, the straightaway was gone—the Knight Phantom was far ahead, nailing the corner with precision. Inside, Zhu Ming couldn’t hide his smug grin. According to the Nano Core’s calculations, he’d already left the Bugatti at least fifty meters behind.
But just then, the car’s side sensors picked up a shadow—a black blur barged into the inside lane, charging up fast!
Everyone in the stands jumped to their feet, eyes wide, fingers digging into their hair, shouting in disbelief: "It—it didn’t even slow down for the turn!"
That’s right—the Bugatti didn’t slow down at all for the corner, charging in full tilt like it didn’t care if it crashed and burned. Normally, that’d mean getting flung off the track and smashed into the wall. But in that instant, something magical happened—the laws of speed, inertia, centrifugal force, and turn radius seemed to vanish. Not only did the Bugatti avoid skidding out, it snapped into the prime spot on the inside lane, even threatening to pull ahead.
Only Jasper Xiao noticed—a faint layer of ice, barely visible to the naked eye, flashed and evaporated in the Bugatti’s wake as its rear wheels whipped around the corner.