"I hope you don't lose too disgracefully," Mu Chen said with a smile.
"I've never lost," Death God replied indifferently.
"Is that so? Then let's see you try," Mu Chen's voice took on a playful tone.
"Kid, dare to look down on me, I'll make your death a hideous one," sensing the cold sneer in Mu Chen's tone, Death God's killing intent soared.
"Then we shall wait and see!" Mu Chen couldn't be bothered with further talk and got straight into the car.
"Kid, you're going to die a gruesome death," said Death God, as he also entered his racecar.
"Drivers, take your places, ready, start." Following the referee's gunshot, all the cars surged out.
The Death Track was better described as a series of bends, countless tricky curves where even the top race car drivers dared not accelerate continuously.
