The gods descend into reality

So when he heard that Ryosuke Takahashi was in Mount Akina, he canceled his practice and came here to have a showdown with him.

At this moment, Ryosuke Takahashi actually said that he might lose to a kid driving an 86?

This is an insult to myself!

I've also investigated that kid's background.

A great man once said that while one may despise the enemy strategically, one must still take the enemy seriously tactically.

Therefore, Kyoichi had naturally investigated the other party's background as well.

His dad used to be a pretty good race car driver, but he retired many years ago and now runs a tofu shop.

That kid's skills are pretty good, but his car is an 86.

The 86 was indeed a good car a few years ago, but so many years have passed and several rear-engine models have already been discontinued.

Not to mention, their race cars have been professionally modified, and their performance far surpasses that of ordinary cars.

If you want to play regular racing games, all you need is money. But if you want to play professional-grade racing games, you not only need money, but you also need the support of a club!

A tofu shop simply cannot support such consumption.

He hasn't even met the most basic requirements, how can he possibly beat me?!

"Don't wait any longer, Ryosuke Takahashi. Let me tell you, I skipped all my training to come here just to beat you and then tell everyone."

Jing paused here.

"I'm better than you!" Jingyi said sarcastically, pointing to his own nose.

At this moment, Kyoichi has taken the strategy of underestimating the enemy strategically while taking them seriously tactically to the extreme.

Well, it wasn't as awesome as our great Celestial Empire in later generations.

If you let me live in the Great Celestial Empire of the future.

Netizens express strategic contempt for other countries, while scientists strive to catch up.

Perfect division of labor, extremely high efficiency.

However, Jingyi took on two jobs by himself.

Compared to others, he's still a little brother!

"Wait another half hour. If you don't come, I'll play a match with you."

Ryosuke Takahashi said with a slight look of disappointment.

He really wanted to have a good match with Takumi Fujiwara.

However, this was somewhat presumptuous, overlooking the other party's economic strength.

With the economic downturn in recent years, racing is something that not everyone can afford.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you two pretending for? How could my brother Takumi be afraid of you?"

Even if Takumi doesn't come, I, the racing legend of Mount Akina, will race you!

Before they could continue, a somewhat unattractive young man stepped forward and shouted.

"Amu, forget it, forget it." Several young men in auto repair shop uniforms quickly pulled Amu away.

"What are you doing, looking down on my car?" Amu shouted, pointing at his vehicle.

Although he knew he was bad at the game, he and Takumi were brothers.

Even if you lose, you can't lose face. At this time, it's natural to step up and help your brother get revenge.

"Om~"

The deafening roar of the engine made the two people who were about to speak stop abruptly.

The next moment, an 86 with a tofu shop sign rushed into the scene.

"Takumi!"

Amu immediately exclaimed excitedly.

Compared to Takumi Fujiwara, Aki's family was better off; his family owned a car repair shop.

It was because of this environment that Amu developed an interest in racing from a young age.

Although my skills are terrible.

"Alright, it looks like the person you've been waiting for has arrived."

The captain of the Myogi Night Kids team, Takeshi Nakazato, who had been silent until now, got out of his car and spoke.

"An 86 with a different engine is still just an 86."

"It was Kyoichi Sudo," he said coldly.

Ryosuke Takahashi walked directly to the window of car 86.

"I thought you weren't coming, but I didn't expect—"

“He definitely didn’t come. I’ve been looking for that brat for two or three days and haven’t been able to find him. That little devil.”

As a middle-aged man's voice rang out, the car window was slowly rolled down.

Fujiwara Bunta sat inside with a cocky air about him, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

"Oh, Uncle Wen."

"Hey old buddy, it's you? Where's Takumi?"

Amu and his son asked in surprise.

"Wow, I modified the car for that brat a few days ago, and now he's playing hide-and-seek with me."

Fujiwara Bunta said in a tone of disappointment and frustration.

I spent ages searching the black market to find this racing engine, and this brat just disappeared without a word. If I find this bastard, I'll beat him to a pulp!

"Hey kid, how about I play with you guys for a bit?"

Bunta Fujiwara looked at Ryosuke Takahashi and said that he had originally not planned to enter the arena again.

But these kids are a bit too arrogant; they need to be taught a lesson.

"I'm a little disappointed that Takumi didn't come, but it would be even better if you could come, senpai."

Ryosuke Takahashi suppressed his excitement and spoke respectfully.

After all, his initial target was actually Bunta Fujiwara, but after Bunta Fujiwara made it clear that he would not participate in the competition, he then set his sights on Takumi Fujiwara.

To my surprise, Fujiwara Bunta actually came this time, which was something I was naturally very happy to have.

"Alright, let's begin."

Bunta Fujiwara took the cigarette butt off and flicked it lightly, causing it to fall to the ground.

"Okay, right away—"

"Om-"

The enormous roar was like a ferocious beast emerging at midnight, and the entire ground seemed to tremble at that moment.

This sound was even louder than when Bunta Fujiwara appeared!

At that moment, all the professional race car drivers present looked down the mountain.

There, as professional drivers, they naturally have some understanding of engines.

Although Bunta Fujiwara's 86 was equipped with a professional racing engine, it could only barely match the performance of the vehicles present in terms of power.

The rest depends entirely on your own skills.

But the sound of the engine down the mountain.

I've never imagined or heard such a powerful engine sound.

It's like a simp seeing a goddess and being unable to resist becoming obsessed.

The next moment, a vehicle that was entirely black and resembled a shark with a Lamborghini logo arrogantly drove into the field.

That domineering and arrogant posture left everyone, including Bunta Fujiwara, standing there dumbfounded.

"Holy crap!" Amu's eyes lit up when he saw the car; it was absolutely awesome!

If I had this car, I could probably match those professional race car drivers!

"Dad, I want to buy this car!" Amu said, swallowing hard and looking at his father with longing in his eyes.

"Get lost, I can't afford it!"

"Sorry I'm late." The car door opened arrogantly.

Seeing the familiar figure and hearing the familiar voice, everyone was instantly dumbfounded.

The air grew quiet.

Chapter 65 Not even saw the taillights

"Takumi... Takumi, how could it be you?!"

As Takumi Fujiwara's best friend, Aki's mouth is so big it could almost fit an egg.

The eleventh district is currently experiencing a severe economic recession, and everyone is struggling to make ends meet, especially Takumi Fujiwara.

"Old buddy, could it be that your family has been hiding a rich second-generation for over twenty years, and you finally confronted Takumi about it the other day?"

Amu's father walked up to Fujiwara Bunta, but his eyes were fixed on Fujiwara Takumi's luxury sports car.

So cool!

"Get lost. I waited for my old man my whole life, just to hear him say that to me, but he never said it to me until he passed away a few years ago," Fujiwara Bunta muttered to himself.

Fujiwara Bunta didn't even notice when the cigarette butt fell from the corner of his mouth.

Then--

The two looked at each other, a hint of confusion and a touch of worry flashing in their eyes.

These days, the economic downturn has given rise to many darker aspects.

Could Takumi have gone to borrow money from loan sharks?