The Birth of a Legend

"Ah... ah... ah!"

Chu Xin didn't think about it for long -- to be exact, she didn't even have time to think about it before she started screaming.

A scream that didn't go through the procedure had no soul. Her scream was severely lacking in rhythm. It was almost like an unconscious scream in a state of confusion.

The fully-enclosed helmet made her voice particularly muffled.

It was not beautiful at all.

T1-T3 was a set of narrow, spiral curves. Young Master Wang was fast enough to get out of the T1, so when he cut the T2, the centrifugal force was stronger than before.

Wang Yan did not feel much, but Chu Xin felt that her heart was about to be thrown away.

It was as if she was tightly gripped by a pair of big hands, and then pulled left and right, trampled mercilessly.