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    “Very well, let’s begin. I’ll make sure your defeat is humiliating!” Brock boasted, lifting his head high with arrogance.


    Elliott smirked to himself. No matter how Brock tried, he was never Skybreaker. Never the real deal. The real Skybreaker carried pride, yes, but it was the effortless pride of someone who stood above others without needing to sneer. Brock, however, exuded arrogance and disrespect for everyone, making every action rude and insolent. A fraud could mimic the face, but never capture the soul.


    “Save those words after you actually beat me,” Elliott said icily.


    Brock nted Elliott a dismissive nce, lips curled in a mocking sneer, not taking Elliott seriously at all.


    Brock surmised that Elliott wasn’t Skybreaker—and even if Elliott were, years away from the track had surely dulled any edge he once had. Besides, Skybreaker was most likely dead. Otherwise, why the long-time disappearance from racing?


    Brock cast a confident nce at the racetrack. From today onward, he would take on the alias Skybreaker, basking in the glory the legend had once bled for. Fiy had extended Brock avish offer for him to impersonate Skybreaker. Had it not been for that, Brock would never have stooped to such a pretense. He would have risen instead as the new legend of the racing world. For all he cared, Fiy’s schemes were irrelevant—as long as the rewards kept flowing.


    Soon, the match began. The two race cars shot forward like arrows loosed from a bow.


    The crowd leaned in, breath caught in their throats, eyes glued to the giant screen.


    “Skybreaker IS unbelievable—he’s already pulled far ahead in just seconds.”


    “Elliott’s good, sure, butpared to Skybreaker, he’s stillgging badly.”


    “Lucky I wagered on Skybreaker. Looks like I’ll be raking in a fortune tonight.”


    On the track, Elliott clenched the steering wheel with white-knuckled determination and pushed harder on the elerator. Still, the distance between them held. That imposter clearly had some skills. But time remained. Until thest moment, no one could say with certainty who would take the crown.


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    In the stands, Eloise sped her hands together tightly, her entire body wound with nerves as she stared at the unfolding race.


    “Christina, could you tell who’s going to win?” Eloise whispered anxiously.


    “Your brother will lose,” Christina replied, her voice t and devoid of emotion. She had already seen enough to know—the man impersonating Skybreaker was far beyond Elliott’s league.


    “I thought he still had a chance… Seems like he doesn’t,” Eloise sighed softly. Her gaze never left the screen, unease weighing on her chest as the cars flew around the track, dread of any harming to Elliott.


    “Dn, will you go next?” Chloe turned to look at her brother and asked softly.


    Before Dn could open his mouth, Christina interjected firmly, “I’ll go next.” The moment Elliott left the track, she would step forward herself to expose the fraud.


    “How about I go before you?” Dn offered in his gentle way.


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