Chapter 83: Torrential Rain

Feng Miwan’s race car tailed closely behind the fourth-place car, searching for even the slightest opportunity.

She attempted attacks in different corners, but the car ahead defended tightly, blocking the racing line completely.

In the spectator stands, Zhao Shutong stomped her feet in anxiety.

“Damn it, she can’t get past at all!”

“That car ahead is driving so dirty, just blocking the line!”

Ren Queyue pulled her back. “Don’t worry, believe in Little Wan.”

Xiong Yibai watched silently. She could imagine Feng Miwan’s frustration inside the cockpit.

That feeling of having the speed but being held back was the most maddening.

In the pits, Feng Yuxiao stared at the data.

“Wanwan, keep the pressure on, stay with him, wear down his tires. We still have a chance strategically.”

Feng Miwan responded, “Understood. But his defense is very resolute.”

Her lap times were fast, but she couldn’t convert them into position gains.

The gap to the leading Song Zhe even widened gradually.

The situation looked extremely unfavorable for her.

The leading Song Zhe learned from the team that Feng Miwan was being held back behind. He felt unwilling but could only push his limits, constantly refreshing the fastest lap.

Just as the stalemate dragged on and hope seemed to fade—

The sky gradually darkened, lightning flashed across the horizon.

Whoosh—!!!

Torrential rain poured down from the sky!

Raindrops hammered the track wildly, blurring the clear racing lines. The surface became as slick as if coated in oil. Many cars began to slide and fishtail, and the race deployed the safety car.

The commentator started his excited broadcast:

“It’s raining! And it’s a downpour!”

“The race situation is about to change dramatically!”

The spectator stands erupted in chaos. Raincoats and umbrellas popped open everywhere. Some fans even stood up in the pouring rain, cheering for Feng Miwan.

“Oh no, oh no, with such heavy rain and her so far behind, what now?!”

Zhao Shutong tried to jump up for a better look, but Ren Queyue quickly pressed her back into her seat and draped a raincoat over her. “Calm down. Don’t forget Little Wan’s title.”

Xiong Yibai quickly donned her raincoat and continued watching the track.

She knew the turning point had arrived.

But she couldn’t help worrying about Feng Miwan’s safety.

In the safety car-led pack, Feng Miwan muttered to herself in the cockpit, “Is this heaven not helping or helping?”

The corner of her mouth hooked up. “Either way, it’s a good thing for me.”

The safety car pulled in, and the race restarted!

In the torrential rain, while other drivers cautiously eased off the throttle, Feng Miwan began her show!

The commentator shouted excitedly, “She overtook! Feng Miwan passed Qin Hao! Up to fourth place!”

Her braking point was heart-stoppingly late. In the water mist where the apex was barely visible, she relied on superhuman feel to precisely cut inside!

Tires sliced through puddles, kicking up massive sprays. Every overtake was like dancing on a knife’s edge!

“Oh my god! Is she trying to get herself killed?!”

Zhao Shutong watched with her heart pounding, clutching Ren Queyue’s hand tightly.

Ren Queyue held her breath too.

Xiong Yibai’s heart raced as she prayed Feng Miwan wouldn’t crash.

In the pits, Feng Yuxiao said over the radio, “Wanwan, hold steady! Your rhythm is great! Tire wear is under control! Watch your safety margins!”

Feng Miwan responded, “Understood.”

The leading Song Zhe spotted that red car rapidly closing in through the rearview mirror amid the rain curtain. Pressure surged.

His car struggled in the standing water too. He had to focus every ounce of concentration to hold the line—after all, he wasn’t as daring as Feng Miwan.

Then, as Feng Miwan overtook a slower mid-pack car, disaster struck!

The right-side tires hit a deep puddle, losing downforce. The whole car skipped like a stone across water, flinging toward the outside!

“Ah—!”

Terrified screams erupted from the stands!

Zhao Shutong covered her eyes.

Xiong Yibai shot to her feet, her heart nearly stopping!

In the nick of time, Feng Miwan countered the wheel, rapidly dabbing throttle and brake while wrenching the steering wheel!

The car wildly oscillated between fishtailing and gripping. The rear end narrowly grazed the barriers but was wrestled back by her unbelievable control, biting the track once more!

The commentator roared, “Holy shit!!! She saved it?! Feng Miwan! Godlike!!”

In the pits, Feng Yuxiao and the entire Maple Grove Racing Team broke out in cold sweat, followed by ecstatic relief!

Xiong Yibai slowly sank back into her seat, her back soaked with sweat.

After this heart-stopping save, Feng Miwan’s momentum only grew!

Her car quickly closed in on the Jiang Chengfeng ahead.

Jiang Chengfeng saw the menacing red car in his mirror and wailed,

“Sis Wan! With rain this heavy, can we slow down?”

In a high-speed corner, Feng Miwan used an earlier throttle application and a more precise line to overtake Jiang Chengfeng from the outside!

“Sis Wan is badass! I’m convinced!”

Jiang Chengfeng watched the red shadow speed away and sighed in genuine admiration.

Second! Feng Miwan’s name jumped to second on the big screen!

Only under three seconds separated her from the leader Song Zhe!

And there were just ten laps left!

The downpour continued, but the crowd’s atmosphere was fully ignited.

Everyone anticipated whether the Rain Battle Goddess, who had fought back from adversity, could pull off a miraculous reversal in the final moments!

Feng Miwan tailed tightly behind Song Zhe’s car, hunting for any chance.

The gap shrank steadily—from three seconds to two, to one and a half…

“Last five laps! Feng Miwan is right on Song Zhe’s tail! Can she overtake? Shangdu Station’s champion is about to be decided!”

The commentator’s voice boomed over the speakers. Everyone held their breath.

In the pits, Feng Yuxiao gripped the radio tightly.

“Wanwan, stick with him. His tires are wearing more than yours. The chance is in the last two laps!”

Feng Miwan responded, “Understood.”

Entering a high-speed right-hander, Song Zhe’s car twitched and bounced slightly from dropping grip and immense pressure!

This was the moment!

Feng Miwan didn’t hesitate. She floored it, the red car lunging inside!

The two cars drew side-by-side in an instant, wheels nearly touching, spray blocking their views!

Song Zhe clearly hadn’t expected Feng Miwan to attack in such a high-speed corner—from the inside!

Instinctively, to defend the line, he squeezed his blue car inward!

Metal edges closed in infinitely through the rain!

The commentator cried out, “Wheel-to-wheel! Extremely dangerous! Collision?!”

Gasps rippled through the stands!

Zhao Shutong and Ren Queyue squeezed their eyes shut in fright.

Xiong Yibai’s hand flew to her mouth unconsciously.