66 Chapter 66: Boost, transfer!

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Mr. Black responded with a mocking laugh, his sardonic tone cutting through the air, "Haha... Is that so? Then it will be my pleasure to be the first one to surpass you, kid."

A voice boomed through the speakers, drawing attention to Issei's grand entrance. "Ladies and gentlemen, behold the dazzling arrival of the legendary Red Dragon of Kuoh! Will he prove to be a worthy adversary against the reigning champion, Mr. Black?!"

A wave of dissent washed over the crowd, punctuated by jeers and disapproving murmurs. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as the onlookers voiced their doubt, but amidst it all, a fervent chant began to rise: "Mr. Black! Mr. Black! Mr. Black!"

Issei's determination reached its boiling point. He was fueled by the skepticism around him and resolved to silence the doubters once and for all. With a swift and resolute motion, he revved his motorcycle's engine to its maximum capacity, the roaring noise shattering the tranquility of the surroundings.

The exhaust pipes spewed out intense flames, causing gasps of shock and awe from the mesmerized spectators. The ear-splitting sound of his bike emitted an unsettling wail unprecedented to the ordinary bystanders, leaving them in awe and anticipation for the exhilarating clash that was about to unfold before their eyes.

In response to Mr. Black's revving engine that emanated a powerful and slightly menacing resonance, Issei, known as the Red Dragon of Kuoh, reciprocated by igniting his own motorcycle engine.

Though lacking the same intimidating effect as Mr. Black's bike, Issei's vehicle emitted a confident and spirited roar, akin to a dragon preparing to take flight. With both contenders poised for the imminent race, their eyes locked on each other, a sudden interruption disrupted their intense focus.

An individual stepped in between the two racers, commanding attention with a commanding presence. As he began to speak, his voice carried the weight of authority. "The destination for this race is the airport," he declared, his voice firm and assertive.

"The route has been meticulously prepared, complete with strategically placed checkpoints to record your progress." He emphasized the importance of vigilance, cautioning that the path would take them through urban areas populated by bystanders. Despite the presence of onlookers, the police had been instructed not to interfere, as this race was an exhibition of skill and power.

Turning his attention to Mr. Black, the man affirmed, "Mr. Black, are you prepared?" Mr. Black, with his helmet concealing his expressions, pivoted his head with a taunting yet confident air. The growl of his motorcycle became more aggressive as the anticipation of the race intensified.

Then, shifting his gaze to Issei, the man posed the same question, his voice perceptibly recognizing the legendary status of the Red Dragon of Kuoh. Issei, undeterred by Mr. Black's confident visage, met the man's gaze with unwavering determination. With a nod and a subtle smile, a glimmer of excitement sparkled in his eyes. The Red Dragon was ready to unleash his true powers and showcase his unmatched prowess on this thrilling course.

Issei mirrored Mr. Black's gesture, raising his arm in sync before redirecting his intense gaze straight ahead, his eyes filled with unwavering resolve.

"Ready… Set… Go!"

With the declaration made, Issei ignited a blazing wheelie, propelling himself forward with an astonishing velocity that defied all expectation.

To his sheer amazement, Mr. Black seamlessly executed the exact same maneuver. Their takeoff speeds remained evenly matched as the pair surged down the road with an exhilarating burst of energy.

As they hurtled forward, the world around them became a blur, time slowing down only to amplify the intensity of the moment. Issei's focus sharpened, his mind laser-focused on the road ahead. Every twist and turn became a challenge, an opportunity to showcase his precision and finesse.

The wind whipped against their bodies, creating a symphony of sounds as it rushed past their helmets. Issei's grip on the handlebars tightened, allowing him to maintain control even in the face of incredible speeds.

Issei skillfully maneuvered his motorcycle through the chaotic traffic, his determination burning fiercely to establish an early lead over his rival, Mr. Black.

The congested thoroughfare and occasional pedestrians posed a significant challenge, but Issei's exceptional skills allowed him to defy the odds, effortlessly surpassing speeds of 300 kilometers per hour.

With reflexes resembling those of a superhero, he expertly dodged obstacles that appeared in his path, even at such dizzying velocities.

However, in an unexpected twist, Mr. Black managed to replicate Issei's incredible feat, although his motorcycle's speed was comparatively inferior.

This slight disparity between their machines provided Issei with a valuable advantage, allowing him to gradually extend his lead.

Yet, much to Issei's surprise, Mr. Black held on with unwavering determination, maintaining a remarkable pace that kept him mere meters behind, refusing to yield.

As Issei and Mr. Black approached a sizable corner, their adrenaline-soaked hearts raced with anticipation. To their astonishment, they encountered a bustling intersection bustling with pedestrians crossing the busy streets. The atmosphere became tense as terrified cries filled the air, echoing in the hearts of all witnesses.

Undeterred by the chaos, the audacious racers fearlessly blazed around the corner, leaving a scorching trail of burnt rubber and a fiery spectacle in their wake. The sound of roaring engines mingled with the chaotic commotion, creating a surreal and exhilarating moment frozen in time.

With audacity guiding their pursuit, both competitors persisted in their race, their determination unyielding even after a substantial duration. As the adrenaline-fueled battle reached its peak, Issei found himself drawing nearly level with his rival, Mr. Black. Casting a sidelong glance, Issei couldn't help but observe the malicious smirk on Mr. Black's face, followed by an obscene gesture, just as they approached an elongated straight path.

In a moment of unexpected circumstance, fate intervened. Before Issei could react, a sizable truck unexpectedly interposed itself between him and his rival. It was an unintended gift, inadvertently granting Mr. Black an opportunity to seize the lead and surge ahead. Witnessing the golden flames erupting from Mr. Black's exhaust, Issei's disbelief mingled with frustration. How could he let this advantage slip away?

However, determination still burned within Issei's heart. He refused to let this setback keep him from victory. With a swift decision, he brought his attention back to his motorcycle's console, his eyes fixated on a vibrant green button, seemingly beckoning him.

Without hesitation, he summoned every ounce of his energy and pressed the button, activating a specialized boost system embedded within the motorcycle.

As his fingertips made contact with the pulsating button, an electric surge coursed through his veins, the very essence of his being seemingly intertwined with his vehicle. With unwavering resolve, Issei declared with authority, "BOOST! Transfer!"