Chapter 83: The Edge of Victory - A Race Against Death

Ahead, the green motorcycle veered sharply to the left! 

Seeing this maneuver, Anran instantly understood Dennis's intent. 

Her silver bike was positioned to the left rear of the green machine. As Dennis tilted his bike, the left lane narrowed, leaving Anran with no room to pass. If she wasn't careful, she'd crash into the mountainside. Moreover, as Dennis leaned, he also slowed down. If Anran didn't brake, she'd collide with him. 

But if she slowed, she'd fall right into Dennis's trap. He could accelerate the moment she braked, leaving her in the dust. 

This was a calculated move, designed to block her while maintaining his lead. 

At breakneck speed, Anran's mind raced. Her eyes narrowed, and she clenched her jaw. Just as she seemed destined to crash into Dennis's bike, the silver bike swerved toward the cliff's edge! 

Dennis, anticipating her escape, immediately adjusted his course. 

In a split second, the silver bike sliced through the night like a bolt of lightning, carving a wide arc that hugged the very edge of the cliff. 

High speed—one misstep, and she'd plummet to her death. 

Dennis watched in disbelief as the silver bike executed an impossible overtake. 

This can't be happening! Dennis screamed internally. To him, Anran's move was suicidal. 

But what he didn't know was that Anran had calculated every move. She wouldn't have attempted it if she weren't confident. 

Unlike the riders in Rosewood, Anran relied not just on speed but on technique. In international extreme motorcycle races, competitors had to navigate treacherous terrains like balance beams and narrow paths. 

This maneuver was second nature to her. 

With Dennis behind her, only Elma and her white bike remained ahead. 

They were approaching the twenty-second curve. Two more turns, and the race would be over. 

The speedometer on Liuguang's bike ticked upwards: 280 km/h… 290 km/h… 300 km/h! 

It showed no signs of slowing. 

Ahead, Elma on her white bike could feel Anran closing in. But she was already pushing her limits. At this speed, her eyes burned crimson, revealing her vampiric nature. 

Yet, the human behind her showed no intention of decelerating. As they approached the twenty-third curve—the sharpest and steepest on Cloudspire—Elma had no choice but to drop her speed below 300 km/h. 

Even she couldn't navigate this turn at full throttle, let alone a human. 

But as Elma slowed, the silver bike behind her didn't. It maintained its speed, hurtling forward at over 300 km/h. 

Anran's focus was razor-sharp. This was the moment. 

Just as the white bike decelerated, the silver bike shot past—Liuguang! 

Elma, losing control, shouted, "This is impossible!" 

But before her cry could fade, a flash of silver lightning streaked past her, leaving her in stunned silence. 

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At the summit of Cloudspire, the vampires waiting there erupted in cheers as the first motorcycle appeared. 

At first, they cheered out of reflex, but their voices faltered when they realized the rider wasn't Elma but Liuguang—the unknown, petite human Wolfen had spoken of! 

Against all odds, this unremarkable human had defeated Elma of the Morris family! Under the astonished gazes of the vampires, Liuguang transformed into a streak of dazzling silver, roaring across the finish line!