Cooking that does not shine is not good cooking

Their hearts, at this time, have already followed the rhythm of the game to become more and more ups and downs, and they have no spare moments.

Being looked at with inexplicable eyes by everyone, Xie Yunfei still maintained a faint smile.

"You don't feel that the driver chosen by my aunt and grandma is getting faster and faster every lap of the car he drives?"

The next second after the youth's voice fell, the screen just updated the lap time of the two drivers in the previous lap.

Randall, thirty-seven seconds and twenty-two.

Hayato Kazama, thirty-seven seconds, twenty-three.

The afterimage of Hayato is still behind.

But if everyone remembers correctly, when the first lap is made, the latter takes thirty-seven seconds and twenty-six?

On the contrary, it was Randall, because it was completely turned into the biochip of the car, the time of each lap did not change, and the error was zero and one second.

"The dishes made by my aunt and grandma did have an effect on the Hayato in the first place, and the performance of the car has also been improved." Xie Yunfei closed his eyes, the eye of the wheel between his eyebrows, and the three gouyu jade inside was at high speed. Spinning.

"But don’t forget that the current venue has been destroyed by Randall, no, to be exact, John’s power has destroyed most of it. You ran the whole course and won the championship."

"If Hayabusa rushes to the front now, let alone Randall, who is a racer, it is entirely possible that John will be burned to pieces and completely damage the track."

"In fact, the Lord Godkiller should have had similar thoughts."

On the screen, John closed his eyes, his forehead was overflowing with sweat.

Because of physique, the curse power of the godslayer is indeed far superior to the spiritual power of the Onmyoji and the power of Huaxia to cook, but it does not mean that this energy can be wasted indiscriminately.

It is enough to simply use one power, and recovery can roughly catch up with consumption.

But using two, three, four, or even more at the same time...

The reason why John didn't fall was simply because of the willpower of the godslayer far beyond ordinary people.

However, even so, she was already exhausted.

"Still, can't you win?"

The weak female voice sounded in an environment where John himself was alone, but it was not heard by everyone in the venue.

Leaving aside the deal with the Five Tigers, John himself actually wanted to beat Luo Hao once.

Unfortunately, she can't do it.

Since you can't win, then... at least make sure you won't lose.

Thinking like this in his heart, the pretty face hidden behind the mask slightly wrinkled, John, with his lower lip bitten by his teeth, once again used the biological racing car as a medium to activate his last power.

The entire racing track, including the auditorium, began to shake violently.

Not to mention the runway for vehicles to pass.

Stones made of concrete stood high, and numerous bottomless cracks appeared.

Vaguely, one could still see ghost-like creatures crawling out of it.

Although a bit of a rogue, in the case of completely disregarding the rules, the Godkiller does have the ability to fight with anyone.

The premise is... the other side of the duel is just an ordinary cook.

Is Luo Hao such a chef?

The answer is obviously no.

Even among the Godslayers, she is also an absolute monster, the original owner of the identity of the'Godslayers'.

Her understanding of the godslayer far exceeds the imagination of others.

"Can't help it?"

Standing in the pit lane, Luo Hao held his arms, facing the means used by John, his face did not show the slightest surprise.

She had already guessed that the other party would burn all the stones.

Because whether she is a god-killer or a cook, her strength is far beyond the opponent.

"Then, I don't have to keep hiding."

Speaking like this, Luo Hao raised his right hand and snapped his fingers with a snap.

The inexplicable resonance sounded in the racing track, first as light as a mosquito and flies, then the volume gradually increased, and finally, it even overwhelmed the engine sound of the Hayabusa racing car that was still working hard on the lane.

It may not be appropriate to overshadow, the sounds of the two are actually fused together.

"Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing~~~~"

To be honest, the sound is not pleasant at all, and there is no beauty in it.

Even the crowd in the auditorium in the venue covered their ears because of discomfort.

But the next scene made everyone's eyes wide open.

because……

The Hayabusa's race car, which should only be able to run on the ground, had its four wheels slowly disappeared.

Instead, there are four totally unreasonable anti-gravity levitation devices composed of fans!

You destroyed the runway?

It’s okay, I don’t use wheels to run, just fly!

Whether it's a forest of rocks or a slit that a conventional vehicle can't leap, I can easily cross it.

Seeing such a scene, other people aside, John, who casually found a clean ground and sat down, sighed.

"Still, did you lose..."

He could have made Randall's bio-racing car float in a short period of time, but he wanted to maintain the effect like the opposite car, but he couldn't do it.

What's more, the curse power in him nowadays is not to say that there is not much left, but he has only recovered less than one-tenth. It is already the limit to be able to keep the biological race car from disintegrating.

As for continuing to do things... it may be possible, but it has no meaning.

With just a sigh, the racer on the opposite side had already completed the ring against Randall.

On the screen in the venue, the lap time of the Hayabusa was also updated in due course.