Chapter 82: The Art of Drift - A Dance on the Edge

As Wolfen charged up Cloudspire, the members of the Wind Clan were electrified by his energy. A few particularly excited vampires shouted wildly and revved their engines, chasing after him. 

The four motorcycles—silver, white, blue, and green—had started at the same time. Leading the pack was Elma on her white Harley, followed closely by Dennis on his green machine. Johnson's blue bike was in third, while Anran, on her silver bike, lagged behind. 

Humans and vampires were different. Vampires naturally adapted to speed far better than humans, so as soon as the race began, the three vampires surged ahead. 

Anran, being human, needed a brief moment to adjust. In the initial stretch, she couldn't match the vampires' pace, and her silver bike fell to the rear. 

But the moment she hit the first curve, Anran didn't slow down—she accelerated. The winding mountain road roared with the sound of engines as her silver bike carved a perfect arc through the night. 

After clearing the first curve, Anran caught sight of Johnson's blue bike not far ahead. Johnson, sensing her approach, was startled. This human was no ordinary rider. 

After all, vampires had the advantage at the start. Even Wolfen, the most skilled rider in the Night Clan, wouldn't catch up to them this quickly. Yet, after just one curve, Liuguang was already closing the gap! 

Soon, they reached the second curve, which was slightly sharper than the first. Johnson eased off the throttle slightly to navigate it. As he completed the turn, he glanced in his rearview mirror and saw the silver bike accelerating again! 

Liuguang executed the curve with a technique he couldn't have imagined—a flawless drift. 

Feeling the rush of air, Johnson was stunned to realize that the silver bike, which he'd underestimated moments ago, was now right beside him, neck and neck. 

Gritting his teeth, he slammed on the throttle, hoping to pull ahead on the straightaway. But Anran didn't give him the chance. Up ahead, the third curve loomed. 

Both the silver and blue bikes entered the curve at high speed. Johnson's shoulder-length hair whipped wildly in the wind. This time, he didn't slow down either, knowing that even a slight drop in speed would give Liuguang the opening to overtake him. 

He forced himself to maintain control, but to his utter shock, the silver bike accelerated once again during the curve. 

A drift—a perfect drift! 

In an instant, the silver bike roared past him. 

Johnson froze for a split second. By the time he recovered, the silver bike had already cleared the next curve, disappearing behind the mountain wall. 

He knew he'd lost his chance. He pulled over, replaying Liuguang's moves in his mind. The precision and agility she'd demonstrated at such high speeds were beyond anything he'd expected. 

Just then, two blinding headlights lit up behind him. A red motorcycle shot past like a bolt of lightning. 

Wasn't that Wolfen from the Night Clan? What was he doing here on Cloudspire? 

Before Johnson could process it, more motorcycles from the Wind Clan roared up behind him, their riders charging forward. 

Meanwhile, Anran was closing in on Dennis's green bike. 

Dennis, seeing Liuguang's relentless approach, narrowed his crimson eyes. His bike suddenly decelerated, and he sharply tilted the body of his machine.