The more Tobey drove, the more shaken he became. His gaze was fixed on the vanishing tail of Leon's Diomas — the monstrous SSC Tuatara.
That demonic smile-shaped taillight stretched across the back like a mocking grin, almost laughing at the idea that anyone could hope to keep up.
The true "God of Speed" doesn't share the road.
Tobey had already given Leon the highest respect imaginable — but what he was witnessing defied everything he knew about driving.
He was already redlining at 400 km/h, yet for Leon… it was like a casual evening drive. His speed had no ceiling.
Tobey's pulse raced. How fast can this man possibly go?
And then — the impossible happened.
Leon initiated a drift at over 400 km/h.
"What?! That's insane!!" Tobey's voice cracked, eyes wide in disbelief.
He wasn't just watching speed — he was watching someone punch physics in the face.
Newton, Einstein, every law of motion — Leon shredded them like paper.
Normally, the faster the car, the greater the centrifugal force on a curve.
At that speed, tires should lose grip, the car should slide off the road — yet Leon's Tuatara glided sideways like a ghost, controlled, effortless.
Was it his tires? His aerodynamics? His gravity control system?
Tobey couldn't tell — his brain buzzed from the sheer impossibility.
The more he thought, the more terrifying Leon became.
But that was only the first shock.
Something much bigger lurked ahead.
Two kilometers down the road, two Leopard 2A7 main battle tanks had already locked onto Leon's car.
Cold steel. German engineering. A predator waiting in the dark.
"Target locked. Awaiting orders."
"Fire."
The commander's tone was as calm as death.
The gunner loaded a 25kg shell manually — these weren't some fancy automatic loaders.
The Leopard's barrel tilted slightly, aligning dead center at the Tuatara's predicted path.
Then—
"Fire!"
BOOM.
A blinding flash tore the night sky apart.
The ground trembled violently, dust erupting like a volcanic blast.
That shell screamed through the darkness — a thunderbolt aimed straight at Leon.
Tobey saw it, eyes going wide.
He's going to get hit! There's no way to dodge that!
But then — the Tuatara roared.
Its eight plasma thrusters burst to life, spitting out twenty-meter blue flames, forming a blazing tail like a phoenix soaring through the night.
Leon accelerated again.
At an already unreachable speed — he broke through another barrier.
The tank shell hit the road behind him —
BOOOOM!!
A sea of fire swallowed the asphalt, shockwaves tearing through the air.
Chunks of debris blasted a hundred meters skyward, flying past like bullets.
One jagged stone — barely the size of two fingers — slammed into Tobey's SSC.
CRUNCH. The roof caved in like tinfoil.
The next fragment pierced his windshield — missing his head by inches.
"Holy—!!" Tobey swerved, adrenaline spiking.
He caught a glimpse through the smoke —
Two tanks. Real tanks. Not props. Not simulations.
His face went pale. His hands trembled.
This wasn't a race anymore — it was a warzone.
"Who the hell uses tanks in a race?! This is a massacre!"
Tobey's voice shook.
He'd raced all his life — underground circuits, cross-country, desert runs — but never against artillery.
And Leon?
He didn't just survive it.
He outran a tank shell.
Tobey's heart pounded. His mind screamed.
Leon wasn't human anymore —
He was something else entirely.
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