Act: 5 Chapter: 5 | All Or Nothing! FC3S VS AE86

The AE86 finally made its appearance, headlights cutting through the thick night air as it coasted down the road leading to the rest area. The distinct burble of its high-revving four-cylinder echoed across the mountain pass, a sound that many in the crowd had come to recognize.

As Collei eased off the throttle, the AE86 slowed just before reaching the starting area. With a smooth and precise movement, she executed a quick U-turn and pulled neatly into a parking spot right beside Ningguang's FC3S. The two cars sat side by side, the contrast between them apparent. One, a sleek and refined white RX-7, built for smooth, calculated attacks. The other, a simple yet legendary black-and-white AE86, a car that defied expectations every time it hit the road.

The moment Collei stepped out, the energy in the air shifted. The crowd erupted into cheers, some shouting her name, others simply excited for the race to begin. Camera flashes flickered like fireflies, illuminating the scene as spectators scrambled for the best view.

Beidou, Seele, March, and Amber pushed through the throng of people, making their way toward Collei. Their eyes shone with anticipation, knowing this was the moment they'd all been waiting for.

"So, the day has finally come..." Beidou stepped forward, her voice carrying both excitement and the weight of unspoken concern. "Are you ready, Collei?"

Collei didn't hesitate. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she met Beidou's gaze. "So damn ready."

With those words, she turned away from her friends and walked toward Ningguang. The crowd quieted slightly, sensing the tension in the air. Every step Collei took toward her opponent felt deliberate, like the buildup to an old Western duel.

Ningguang mirrored her movements, stepping forward to meet her halfway. Their eyes locked, both of them standing tall, exuding confidence in different ways—Collei's youthful, unshaken determination against Ningguang's calm and experienced presence.

Ningguang's lips curled into a warm yet knowing smile. "It's nice to finally meet you, Collei. I've been hearing a lot about you."

Collei chuckled lightly, her tone relaxed but firm. "Same here. People won't shut up about how you're the fastest racer in Narukami. But that just makes this even more fun, doesn't it?"

Ningguang raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Collei's attitude. "You're quite the unique kid. Not many would stand in front of me and talk like that. I like that. And I can see why everyone's been talking about you. Learning such advanced techniques in such a short time? That's no small feat."

Collei shrugged, playfully cocky. "I've been driving Yougou for so long, it feels like I've logged more miles on this pass than anyone else here. I guess it just happens that I really enjoy driving."

Ningguang studied her for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. "Interesting. I'll admit, I was skeptical at first. But you might actually be worth my time." She extended her hand, offering a firm shake. "Why don't we get this race started before the crowd gets bored?"

"Right on." Without hesitation, Collei gripped Ningguang's hand, shaking it firmly.

For a few brief seconds, neither of them spoke, simply exchanging a determined look. The message was clear—there was no fear, no hesitation, only the shared understanding of two racers about to put everything on the line.

With the handshake over, they both turned and headed back to their respective cars. As soon as their doors shut, the engines came to life with a roar. The deep, throaty rumble of Ningguang's FC3S contrasted sharply against the high-pitched, aggressive tone of Collei's 4A-GE. The sound of both engines filled the air, setting the entire pass alight with excitement.

At the first hairpin turn, a little farther down the road, Lyney leaned against the guardrail, his phone pressed to his ear. He watched as the final preparations were made, unable to contain his own anticipation.

"Arlecchino! You wouldn't believe how many people are here tonight!" he practically shouted into the receiver. "It's like the whole damn city came out to see this! So, tell me—who do you think is going to win? Your daughter, or this street queen, the fastest in all of Narukami?"

There's a pause on the other end before Arlecchino lets out a sigh. "Who cares? If that's all you called me for, I might as well hang up now."

"NO! NO! Don't hang up! Don't—"

The call abruptly cuts off.

Lyney stares at his phone, blinking. Then, at the top of his lungs, he yells, "I TOLD YOU NOT TO HANG UP!" His voice echoes down the mountain, but all he gets in response is the murmuring of the crowd and the distant sound of engines idling.

Meanwhile, at the starting line, Keqing positioned herself between the two cars. She stood tall, her expression serious as she prepared to signal the start. The air was thick with tension, the kind that made your heartbeat thunder in your ears.

Just then, Amber appeared at the side of Collei's car, knocking on the window. Collei rolled it down, tilting her head curiously.

Amber leaned in slightly, her expression warm yet firm. "Good luck, Collei." Her smile was bright, but there was an underlying layer of concern.

Collei gave her a confident wink, flashing a thumbs-up. "You bet!"

Amber stepped back, watching as Collei rolled the window up.

Keqing raised her hand, fingers poised, ready to count down.

The time for words was over.

The battle between the Downhill Ace and the White Star of Araumi was about to begin.

Keqing raises her hand, signaling the start of the countdown. The engines begin to rev, and the tension in the air is so thick it could be cut with a knife. The entire crowd holds its breath, their eyes locked on the two cars, waiting for the moment they launch into battle.

3!

2!

1!

GO!!

The AE86 and FC3S explode off the start line, their rear tires spinning for a fraction of a second before gripping the asphalt. The smell of burnt rubber fills the air as the two cars rocket forward in perfect sync, their headlights cutting through the darkness.

As they approach the first corner, both drivers calculate the exact moment to brake. Ningguang taps her brakes first, playing it safe, but Collei holds off just a little longer before slamming her foot down—late braking. The AE86 shoots ahead, claiming the lead before both cars flick their rear ends into a perfectly synchronized drift through the curve.

"Collei's taken the lead!!!" March yells, her voice nearly cracking from excitement.

"YOU GO, COLLEI!" Beidou roars from the sidelines, her voice carrying over the roaring engines and cheering spectators.

The race is already off to an insane start, and they've barely even begun.

The two machines glide into the second corner, still glued together in a battle of skill and nerve. As they approach the first hairpin, Collei hammers the brakes. Ningguang follows suit a split second later, matching her movements with precision. Their tires scream against the pavement as both cars drift through the turn, perfectly synchronized, just inches away from each other.

Up at the summit, a spotter grips his radio tightly. His voice crackles over the frequency, cutting through the static.

"This is a battle of nerves! The FC is tailing the AE86 closely, staying right on its bumper! This race is gonna come down to the wire!"

Beidou's team is already leaning forward, eyes locked on the course. A second voice crackles in over the radio.

"Collei's pushing herself harder than ever, but Ningguang isn't giving her a damn inch! They're about to hit the third hairpin at breakneck speeds! You don't wanna blink right now!"

Precision, Control, and Strategy

Inside the FC3S, Ningguang watches Collei's movements with hawk-like focus. She isn't just chasing—she's analyzing.

"I'm impressed again," Ningguang murmurs to herself, fingers gripping the wheel. "Collei's never driven this aggressively before. She's pushing the AE86 to its absolute limits."

She smoothly matches the younger driver's movements, keeping the pressure on. This isn't just a race—it's a test.

Another hairpin looms ahead. Both cars enter the corner in perfect harmony, their drift angles mirroring each other's flawlessly. The rear ends slide dangerously close to the guardrail, sparks flying as the FC3S barely avoids making contact.

"She's barely using any countersteer," Ningguang notes, her voice laced with approval. "She's controlling the drift purely with the throttle... That's advanced technique. It hasn't even been that long since her last race, and it's like she's already evolved."

The battle rages on, neither driver relenting.

The Final Hairpin – A Deadlock

At the bottom of the mountain, near the final hairpin, Yelan and Silverwolf stand side by side, waiting for the racers to pass. The air is still, almost eerily so. It's the quiet before the storm.

Silverwolf glances at Yelan, smirking. "You know, you should probably move. I planned on watching from this spot first."

Yelan scoffs, arms crossed. "Please. We both know this is the best place to see how they handle the final hairpin. I'm not moving."

Silverwolf giggles. "Fair enough."

The two exchange a glance before shifting their focus back to the road. The distant sound of engines echoing down the pass sends a chill down their spines.

"This area's dead quiet," Yelan mutters, shifting slightly. "Feels like we're in the middle of nowhere."

Silverwolf shrugs, still watching the road. "You should scooch a little to the right. If anyone drives by and sees us standing here, they might think we're friends or something."

Yelan rolls her eyes but moves slightly to the right. Silverwolf does the same to the left, keeping the silence between them.

Back in the race, the intensity surges with every second. The high-pitched wail of the engines reverberates through the mountains like a battle cry as Collei and Ningguang hurtle toward the next hairpin. The turn is sharper than the previous ones—less space to work with, less room for error, and even less mercy.

Up ahead, standing near the guardrail, Lyney watches with a hawk's eye, his gaze sharp as the two machines slide into the turn at breakneck speed. The tension in the air is palpable, every muscle in his body taut with anticipation.

Both cars drift in perfect harmony, their rear bumpers mere centimeters away from the cold steel of the guardrail. The glowing taillights flash against the dark metal, warning of their incredible proximity, as if the very laws of physics are begging them to back off.

Lyney's heart stops in his chest.

"HOLY SHIT!" he yells, his voice cracking as he staggers backward, almost losing his footing. The AE86 and FC3S whip past him in a blur of metal and precision—too fast, too close. It's as if time itself is slowing down.

The crowd around him erupts in chaos—some leaping over the guardrail out of pure instinct, others standing frozen, mouths agape in awe, completely stunned by the level of control they just witnessed. The two cars vanish into the next corner with nothing but the roar of their engines and the haunting echo of their exhausts reverberating through the pass.

Lyney, still dazed, fumbles for his phone, his fingers shaking with adrenaline. "I need to call Arlecchino again!"

Meanwhile, Back Home

Arlecchino's phone buzzes on the table, vibrating so intensely it rattles the dishes. She shoots it a weary glance, sighing deeply through her nose before picking it up.

"Who could it be this time?" she mutters under her breath, already dreading the conversation as she answers.

The moment she picks up, Lyney's frantic voice erupts through the speaker, sharp and wild. "ARLECCHINO! It's me again!"

She rubs her temple, irritation laced with exhaustion. "Great, Lyney. What is it now?"

"You won't believe it! They just passed right in front of me, and they were INCHES apart! I mean, it was INSANE! They were mere CENTIMETERS from the guardrail while drifting! I thought they were gonna crash, but no! They didn't! Collei's in the lead right now!" Lyney's voice is full of disbelief, almost too loud for comfort.

A pause hangs in the air. Then, Arlecchino's smirk flickers into place. Her tone shifts—no longer irritated, now laced with something closer to amusement.

"So... Collei's in the lead?" she drawls, leaning back against the doorframe, arms crossed with a cool air about her. "That doesn't sound like good news."

Lyney's response is immediate and dramatic. "What the hell do you mean, 'not good'? Your daughter's leading!"

Arlecchino chuckles softly, shaking her head. "You sound like a rookie, Lyney."

Lyney's frown deepens, his confusion evident. "What does that even mean?"

"The driver in second always has the advantage," Arlecchino explains, her voice calm and almost teasing. "The one chasing has the freedom to be more aggressive. They can analyze, adapt, and plan their attack. Meanwhile, the leader is constantly looking over their shoulder, under relentless pressure, always defending their position. It's like carrying a weight on your back."

Lyney's brain tries to process the information, and the realization hits him hard. "Wait, so you're saying this race isn't over yet?"

Arlecchino lets out a low laugh. "Far from it. Ningguang is a seasoned racer. She's not just tailing Collei—she's studying her. Every move, every shift of weight. She's looking for weaknesses."

Lyney's thoughts swirl. "But the driver in front can just floor it and escape, right?"

Arlecchino's voice sharpens just a bit. "Not always. It's never that simple. Collei's fast, sure, but Ningguang is just as quick—and smarter. If there's even the tiniest opening, Ningguang will seize it."

Lyney swallows hard. "Damn… I never thought of it like that."

"And right now," Arlecchino continues, her gaze turning toward the window, watching the night sky as the wind stirs her hair, "Collei is under so much pressure. She's still learning these high-level tactics. If she's sweating bullets right now, I wouldn't be surprised."

Lyney exhales slowly, as if the weight of the situation is just sinking in. "Damn… you really think so?"

A flicker of something softer crosses Arlecchino's expression—pride, maybe, or affection. "Of course," she says, her voice a little gentler. "But Collei's strong. She won't lose her cool."

Lyney nods, even though she knows Arlecchino can't see it. "Yeah... yeah, you're right."

With a quiet click, he hangs up the phone.

Arlecchino's Faith

Arlecchino sets the phone down on the table and steps outside, the cool night air washing over her as she walks onto the porch. The sounds of the world around her quiet the closer she gets to the open space beneath the vast, starry sky.

She tilts her head back, staring up at the sea of stars, her thoughts drifting across the night as if they were caught in the wind.

"Collei…" she murmurs to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. "Will you lose your cool?"

The wind stirs, gently tousling her hair. A faint smile tugs at the corner of her lips, and she closes her eyes for a moment, letting the cool breeze wash over her.

"Nah."

Her chuckle is soft, almost like a secret shared between her and the night. With a deep breath, she turns back toward the house.

"You got this."

The night air was thick with anticipation as the two machines tore through the mountain pass, engines howling, tires shrieking. The Five Consecutive Hairpins loomed ahead like a final test of skill, patience, and raw determination.

Ningguang's grip on the wheel tightened. Her heart pounded, adrenaline coursing through her veins.

"This race… it's giving me chills. Goosebumps, even. Watching this girl—Collei—follow the perfect line around this course is nothing short of spectacular."

Every move Collei made was precise. Every entry, every exit—clean, efficient, and terrifyingly smooth. She wasn't just driving. She was in sync with the road.

Then, Beidou's voice crackled through the radio once again, slicing through the tension.

"They're approaching the hairpins—and fast! At the moment, the Eight Six is leading, but the FC is breathing down her spine!"

Beidou leaned forward, hands clenched into fists.

"Come on, Collei. You got this!" she muttered under her breath.

March, watching from the monitor, exhaled slowly. "She's got this in the bag."

Seele, her usual cool demeanor cracking under the sheer intensity of the moment, nodded. "This race has been a tight one so far."

Pela, nearly pressing her face against the radio, could barely contain herself. "This is going down to the wire!"

Then it happened.

The first of the Five Consecutive Hairpins approached at breakneck speed. Ningguang braked early—her intuition screamed at her. Something wasn't right.

"Damn! She's way too fast! She's got to slow down!"

Collei's eyes widened in realization just a second too late.

"Shit—!"

She stomped on the brakes, trying to scrub off speed, but the left front wheel locked up. The car lurched forward uncontrollably, understeering into the turn.

"God damn it! Turn! Turn!!" Collei shouted, gripping the wheel desperately.

She knew what to do—release the brakes slightly, regain control—but by the time she reacted, it was already too late. She had bled too much speed.

And Ningguang took full advantage.

With a swift flick of the wheel and an elegant throttle maneuver, the white FC slipped past her on the inside, overtaking her effortlessly.

Beidou's radio crackled violently with the update.

"Collei locked up her front left into the hairpin! Ningguang now leads!"

Silence fell over the spectators.

Beidou swallowed hard, her voice barely audible. "Oh... no..."

The Chase Begins

But Collei wasn't done.

Her grip on the wheel tightened, her eyes sharp with determination. This wasn't over.

As the two cars blasted out of the hairpin, the FC pulled ahead on the short straight. But Collei had an answer. The gutter run.

Like a bullet, the AE86 dove toward the inside of the next turn, its left tires dipping into the drainage gutter. The maneuver gave her an unreal level of grip—enough to claw back the distance lost from the mistake.

Ningguang caught a glimpse of the Eight Six in her rearview mirror.

"She made a mistake… yet… there's no weakness in her."

It didn't make sense. Most drivers, after botching a corner like that, would be shaken—would hesitate, even for just a fraction of a second. But Collei? She was still attacking.

Ningguang exhaled sharply.

"Doesn't matter. I have to keep my focus, keep pushing, and try to increase that gap."

The FC's rotary engine screamed as she floored the throttle, trying to create a margin of safety.

But Collei was relentless.

Even as the FC surged forward, the Eight Six stuck to her like a shadow.

A Record-Breaking Pace

Back at the watchpoint, Beidou's radio buzzed again.

"The Eight Six caught up to Ningguang again! And looking at these times, they'll shatter the course record by eighteen seconds!!"

Beidou's breath hitched.

"Eighteen... seconds… That's killer!" she whispered, unable to believe what she was hearing.

In the history of this mountain pass, no one had ever even come close to breaking the record by that much.

And yet, these two were on track to do it.

This wasn't just a race anymore.

It was history in the making.

They reached the next fast right-hand corner after a long straightaway, both cars roaring as they slid into the turn. The sound of screaming tires and revving engines echoed through the mountains. Collei and Ningguang drifted through the corner in perfect unison, the margin between their bumpers barely an inch.

But then—something went wrong.

Ningguang's FC suddenly lost grip. The front wheels slid toward the outside, refusing to hold the line. A cold wave of panic shot through her veins as she struggled with the wheel.

"What the hell!?" she snapped. Her hands worked furiously to correct, but the car wasn't responding the way it should. "Suddenly my fronts are gone… no… they're overheating!"

The FC skidded dangerously close to the guardrail. Ningguang gritted her teeth, fighting to regain control.

She barely managed to steady the car, but the damage was done—the tires were betraying her. The grip she had relied on throughout the race was fading fast.

"Shit!" she cursed, her frustration bubbling over. "Chasing that Eight Six was a massive mistake. I pushed too hard—now my front tires are cooked. Nothing's sticking to the ground like it used to!"

The realization hit her like a gut punch. She had let Collei dictate the pace, and now she was paying the price for it.

Up ahead, the finish line loomed. But between them and victory, only one obstacle remained—one last high-speed right-hander, immediately followed by a tight left-hand turn.

For Collei, this was it.

She could feel the pressure closing in from all sides—the weight of the moment, the history she was about to make. Her hands clenched the wheel, her breathing shallow.

Is this really the best I can do?!

No.

A sudden spark of realization ignited in her mind.

Wait! I should try that move Father was talking about!

A buried memory resurfaced.

Three Years Ago. A Cold Winter Night.

Collei had just finished a brutal delivery run through the snow. The cold air bit into her skin as she stomped her boots to shake off the snow and exhaustion. She could barely feel her fingers as she fumbled with her jacket. As she reached the garage, she saw her father—Arlecchino—standing against the door, arms crossed, waiting for her.

"Hey, Dad!" Collei called out, panting from exertion. "I found a cool trick to stop skidding on the snow!"

Arlecchino raised a brow, intrigued but maintaining his usual calm demeanor. "Go ahead, kid. I'm all ears."

Collei grinned, still catching her breath, her cheeks flushed with the cold. "It's pretty simple! Those gutters on the road? You can hook your tires into them—it keeps the car stable and makes cornering so much easier. It's a game-changer!"

Arlecchino chuckled, the corners of his mouth curving into a smirk. "Ah, yes. The gutter run. I use it myself when conditions get tricky."

Collei's jaw dropped in disbelief. "What?! No way—you knew about this all along!?"

Arlecchino simply shrugged, his voice laced with amusement. "Of course."

Collei groaned, rubbing her temples in mock frustration. "Goddamn it. I thought I was onto something new!"

Arlecchino's smirk widened into a full grin. "There's more to it than you think. You discovered the first way to use it—hooking into the gutter on entry to prevent understeer."

He leaned in slightly, his voice turning serious, his eyes gleaming with that familiar, intense focus.

"But there's a second method," he continued, "You can also use it for recovery mid-corner. The key is timing—hook your wheels into the gutter at the right moment, and it'll pull you through the turn like you're on rails."

Collei stood there for a second, processing his words. Then, her eyes widened. "Wait, that's… genius."

Back in the present, Collei's eyes flickered with realization.

I haven't tried this version before…

But now was the time.

The two cars screamed through the mountain pass, their engines roaring like beasts hunting in the night. The final right-hand corner loomed ahead like a challenge, both cars barreling towards it at breakneck speed.

Ningguang entered first, her FC gliding through the turn with surgical precision. The car responded to her every input, as if it were an extension of herself. Every motion was fluid, every shift in weight calculated.

But Collei? She dove in even tighter.

This is it.

She snapped the wheel inward—hard. Her front left tire bit into the gutter. Instantly, the Eight Six locked onto the road as if the surface had turned into pure asphalt—grip skyrocketed.

The car snapped forward.

A slingshot effect.

In an instant, Collei surged toward Ningguang's rear bumper with terrifying speed.

Ningguang's eyes flicked to her rearview mirror. She saw the Eight Six—right there. What the hell!? What did she just do!?

Collei had made a move that only seasoned drivers dared to attempt. The gutter run, done in reverse—using it as a recovery technique rather than just a method for entering corners. It was both calculated and instinctual, a method honed through years of practice.

Both cars roared into the final section.

From the sidelines, Yelan's gaze sharpened. Her breath slowed. "They're coming."

Right on cue, the two cars shot into view, engines screaming, neither driver willing to give an inch.

"They're side by side!!!"

Silverwolf's voice cracked with excitement. "It's all coming down to this corner!"

Yelan's brow furrowed as she watched them charge toward the final left-hand hairpin. "This corner is impossible to pass on the outside. If Collei doesn't take the inside line, she won't win."

The crowd held its breath.

The cars hurtled toward the turn, inches apart, the roar of their engines reverberating through the mountains like an unstoppable force of nature.

The final battle.

Both drivers braked at the exact same moment.

Both cars downshifted in perfect sync, their engines howling as they entered the turn.

Tandem.

"THEY'RE GOING IN AS A TANDEM!!" Silverwolf and Yelan shouted in unison, their voices electric with anticipation.

The FC twitched.

The front end lost grip.

Ningguang felt it immediately—her tires had finally given out. The overworked fronts had lost their bite, betraying her at the worst possible time.

Understeer.

The FC slid wide, closer to the guardrail than Ningguang had ever intended. She fought the wheel, trying desperately to regain control.

"Shit—!" She cursed under her breath. "Come on! Stay on track!"

But it was too late.

Collei saw it. Her chance.

With a single, fluid motion, she hammered the gas. The Eight Six's rear tires dug into the pavement, launching the car forward like a bullet from a gun.

She dove into the inside line.

Ningguang's FC slid too far out—too late to recover.

The gap closed with impossible speed.

As they blasted out of the hairpin, Collei was already ahead.

Victory was in her grasp.

The final right-hand corner approached. Collei's focus narrowed, her hands steady on the wheel. She could feel her heart pounding, each beat syncing with the rhythm of her car.

She hooked her wheels into the gutter one last time, her car locking onto the road as if it were an extension of her will.

And then, with a final burst of speed, she crossed the finish line.

The crowd held its breath.

Then—

"THE EIGHT SIX WINS!!!"

Keqing's voice erupted over the radio. "IT'S OVER!!"

The mountains themselves seemed to shake with the roar of the crowd.

Collei had done it.

Ningguang's streak was shattered.

Keqing stood still, processing the impossible. "Ningguang… lost. I can't believe it…"

The silence on the other end of the radio was deafening.

Beidou's team was ecstatic, energy pouring out of them in waves. March, almost speechless, shouted, "She did it! She beat Ningguang!!!"

"I can't believe it…" Beidou and Seele exclaimed in unison, their pride unmistakable. "She actually pulled it off!"

Keqing's voice crackled over the radio again, this time full of awe. "The Eight Six wins! It's over! And she's set a new course record!!!"

On the other end of the phone, Lyney was practically screaming. "Are you even listening to me!? Collei won the race! And she shattered the course record!!"

At home, Arlecchino barely reacted, rolling her eyes and scoffing lazily. "Of course she won. Now I'm hanging up. You're making me deaf."

Click.

Lyney stared at his phone, dumbfounded. "What the hell, Arlecchino!?"

Meanwhile, Arlecchino stepped outside into the cool night air. A slow grin spread across her face as she gazed up at the stars. Her eyes gleamed with quiet pride.

"That's my girl," she murmured to herself, raising a fist to the sky in celebration.

The Aftermath

At the base, the roaring excitement had died down, leaving behind a deep sense of meaning and reflection. Collei and Ningguang stood face to face, the echoes of their battle still fresh in the cool mountain air.

Ningguang studied her opponent for a moment before her lips curled into a genuine, warm smile. "It's been a pleasure racing with you, Collei." She extended a hand, her voice carrying respect and acknowledgment.

Collei, still catching her breath, returned the smile and clasped her hand firmly. "Likewise, Ningguang."

There was no bitterness, no need for words to justify what had happened. Only mutual respect.

Ningguang pulled her racing gloves tighter, her smirk returning. "Well, Collei, gotta run. But I'll be seeing you around."

She turned and slid into her FC, the engine growling to life. With a final wave, she was gone, disappearing into the winding mountain roads, leaving nothing behind but the fading sound of her car.

Collei stood there, watching the taillights vanish into the night. She exhaled deeply, the weight of what she had just accomplished sinking in.

She had done it.

She had beaten Ningguang.

No longer just an underdog.

No longer just a challenger.

Tonight, she had become something more.

A legend.