Hot-blooded anime: Starting from being a bad boy, you can dominate the world!

Not long.

A bend appears on the coastal highway ahead.

Tatsuo Tsutsumoto's skills, honed over many years as a member of a biker gang, are indeed superb.

He lowered his body extremely low, his knees almost touching the ground, and cut the corner with a near-perfect inside line, instantly passing through the bend and widening the distance between himself and Kurosaki Ryuji once again.

He glanced back and saw that Ryuji Kurosaki had just entered the curve area, his posture was clumsy, and his speed was obviously much slower.

"Hmph...It's over!"

Tatsuo Tsutsumoto sneered inwardly and without hesitation twisted the throttle to the floor, causing the motorcycle beneath him to roar even more wildly.

The route ahead was crystal clear in his mind.

After this bend, there is a long, straight road with no further obstacles.

The competition will no longer be about skill, but pure mechanical strength and courage.

Even a fool could twist the throttle and keep going forward.

Moreover, he was well aware of the performance of the motorcycle that Ryuji Kurosaki was riding.

When Toshio Kamishima was making the modifications, he was deeply involved in the process.

He had already figured out the maximum potential of that car's straight-line acceleration.

Even if you twist the throttle all the way through the bottom plate, you will never be able to overtake your carefully tuned motorcycle on a straight road.

Therefore, in Tatsuo Tsutsumoto's view...

That bend, "193," was Kurosaki Ryuji's only and last chance.

But this time, my timing and speed when entering the corner were just too perfect, without the slightest mistake.

It was obvious that I was destined to win in the end; all I had to do was run straight to the finish line.

The situation unfolded exactly as Tatsuo Tsutsumoto had predicted.

After turning and entering the straight, Ryuji Kurosaki pressed his body down to its lowest point and twisted the accelerator to its limit.

Under the violent power, the front of the motorcycle even began to sway slightly, emitting an uneasy tremor.

However, they still hadn't closed the gap with Tsutsumi Tatsuo ahead.

Upon seeing this, the members of the Rampage Angels began to smile, and some even started to celebrate.

"The outcome is already decided; it seems that Tsutsumi will be the one laughing last."

"That brat Ryuji Kurosaki was so arrogant just now. I thought he was something special, but it turns out he's nothing special!"

"Actually, it's obvious when you think about it. How could a bunch of kids who have just learned how to ride a motorcycle possibly beat Tsutsumi?"

"Speaking of which... I'm quite looking forward to seeing what that arrogant brat, Kurosaki Ryuji, will look like kneeling on the ground later, haha~~~"

It's fair to say that the Rampage Angels were in high spirits, and they even started celebrating their victory.

The competition has progressed to this point.

No one thought that Ryuji Kurosaki could turn the tide and win.

Jun Kamata, Toshiyuki Saejima, Yuji Oguchi, Shiba Man, and Tsuji all looked quite grim as they listened to the mockery from the Berserk Angels.

"Damn it... Brother Kurosaki, you have to win!"

They were silently cheering for Ryuji Kurosaki.

But we could see that we were getting closer and closer to the finish line.

Even they started to think that Ryuji Kurosaki was going to lose.

"It seems... Brother Kurosaki was too reckless this time."

"Yes, since the Rampage Angels have proposed this duel, they must be confident of winning, while Brother Kurosaki doesn't even have his own motorcycle."

With only a few hundred meters to go, anyone with eyes could see that Tatsuo Tsutsumoto was destined to win.

Unless a miracle happens.

It could be that Tatsuo Tsutsumoto himself suddenly fainted, or his motorcycle suddenly went out of control or stalled.

Only then might Ryuji Kurosaki win this match.

At this moment, Tatsuo Tsutsumoto's eyes were fixed on the finish line ahead.

The entire finish line is less than 10 meters from the sea surface.

This means that if the speed is too fast.

After the motorcycle crosses the finish line, it will be too fast to stop and will plunge into the sea along with the rider.

If you brake too early and reduce your speed too much, you will be overtaken by the other vehicle due to the slowdown.

In general, some novice drivers may even brake prematurely out of fear.

Tatsuo Tsutsumoto was certainly no novice; he was extremely confident in his skills.

In his view, he was fully capable of braking at the most appropriate point and crossing the finish line at the most appropriate speed.

It allows you to win the race while maintaining just the right speed on the motorcycle so it doesn't plunge into the sea.

Tatsuo Tsutsumoto kept calculating the distance between himself and the finish line.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

"right here!"

Tatsuo Tsutsumoto stepped on the brakes and began to slow down.

Prepare to cross the finish line gracefully in the most extreme yet safest manner, and secure victory firmly in your grasp.

But in that very instant...

Tatsuo Tsutsumoto noticed the roar of a motorcycle approaching from a distance.

Turning around, she found that Ryuji Kurosaki was already standing next to her.

He didn't slow down at all.

Not only did it not slow down, the black motorcycle's engine revved wildly, emitting a shrill scream that was close to its limit.

"This guy... not only isn't slowing down, he's actually accelerating... Doesn't he fear heading straight into the sea? Oh no... Damn it!"

Tatsuo Tsutsumoto's pupils suddenly contracted.

In the blink of an eye, Kurosaki Ryuji, who was speeding at full speed, passed right by Tsutsumi Tatsuo.

Kurosaki Ryuji remained calm, as if there was no sea in front of him, and simply kept twisting the accelerator to the floor.

Tatsuo Tsutsumoto, who had initially thought he had the upper hand, was suddenly thrown into disarray.

He quickly tightened the accelerator again, trying to catch up.

But it's too late.

In the blink of an eye, Ryuji Kurosaki, having exhausted all the potential of his motorcycle, crossed the finish line.

The price they paid was that their car and passengers were swept off the dock.

The motorcycle's two wheels were spinning wildly in mid-air.

If this were in a game like GTA, which has an 'extremely realistic physics engine'.

In this situation, there might still be hope.

Unfortunately, this is not GTA.

boom! ! !

Ryuji Kurosaki crashed into the sea along with his car, sending a huge splash into the sky like a bomb.

Then came another loud bang.

Tatsuo Tsutsumoto, too, crashed into the sea along with his car.

He had already calculated that he would cross the finish line at the maximum speed and just bring the motorcycle to a stop.

But the reason why Ryuji Kurosaki surpassed the past.

This threw him into a state of mental confusion, and he began to accelerate again, eventually failing to stop the motorcycle and falling into the sea.

Saw this scene.

The once cheerful and confident Tsutsumoto Tatsuo's victory was suddenly met with complete silence.

Everyone was frozen in place, speechless, staring dumbfounded at the enormous splash of water rising from the sea.

"That Ryuji Kurosaki actually surpassed Tsutsumi at the last moment!"

"So, in this duel, that brat won, right?"

"This...how is this possible? Tsutsumi-san actually lost to a kid who just learned to ride a motorcycle!"

For a moment, the members of the Rampage Angels felt as if the whole world had gone mad.

Let alone these ordinary members.

Even Meidoji Manabu and Onizuka Eikichi were shocked.

"This kid... didn't slow down at all from beginning to end, and the expression on his face didn't change at all either."

"It seems he was convinced that Tatsuo Tsutsumoto would eventually weaken, and at the same time, he was convinced that he would win in the end."

A hint of surprise flashed in Masaki Kyosuke's eyes as he sat beside him, then he rested his chin on his hand and analyzed the situation.

In contrast to the members of the Rampage Angels who were in a state of shock.

Jun Kamata, Toshiyuki Saejima, Yuji Oguchi, Shiba Man, and Tsuji Goto cheered with immense excitement.

"Brother Kurosaki won!"

"We won against the Rampage Angels using the same methods as the biker gangs!"

"The boss is awesome!"

The five people shouting at the top of their lungs formed a stark contrast to the silent, rampaging angels.

Not long after, a wet figure struggled to climb onto the edge of the dock amidst the churning seawater.

Seawater dripped down Kurosaki Ryuji's hair and clothes. He wiped his face and shook the water droplets off his head.

Although he was disheveled, his eyes remained sharp and calm, as if his dangerous leap into the sea was nothing more than a swim.

And yet, it seemed that everything was within his expectations.

Congratulations, you won!

Just as Ryuji Kurosaki climbed up, Kyosuke Masaki came up to congratulate him.

If I didn't know that the person in front of me, Masaki Kyosuke, was the leader of the Rampage Angels.

Ryuji Kurosaki might even think that he is just a complete stranger.

This attitude of admitting defeat is far too straightforward, without even a hint of making excuses.

However, Ryuji Kurosaki also began to understand why Kyosuke Masaki was able to assemble such a large team.

　2.3 This magnanimity is indeed not something that ordinary people can possess.

"However, I have a question, could you please answer it?"

Kyosuke Masaki changed the subject and asked, "As you approach the finish line, knowing that the sea lies ahead, and you twist the accelerator to the floor and rush across... do you really not feel even the slightest bit of fear?"

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Ryuji Kurosaki shrugged. Facing Kyosuke Masaki's quick surrender, he naturally wouldn't be petty and replied directly, "I didn't bring anything valuable with me, and the motorcycle isn't mine. At worst, I'll just jump into the sea. It's not like I can't swim."

Upon hearing this, Masaki Kyosuke, along with Meidoji Manabu and Onizuka Eikichi, were all taken aback.

Immediately, a strange expression appeared on their faces, a mixture of amusement and exasperation, yet an inability to refute it.

Yes!

The motorcycle isn't even mine.

At worst, I'll just jump into the sea and take a swim.

There's really nothing to be afraid of!