Chapter 2995: Tong Yao’s Other Side

Tong Yao gave a mysterious smile and pulled Ye Luo into the car.

Ye Luo was a bit depressed. Are girls nowadays all this domineering? Not even a word, just drag you straight into the car.

But with Ye Luo’s current strength, how could he be worried about anything? Besides, Tong Yao and Emperor were very different; at the very least, she wouldn’t frame him.

Once he sat down in the car, Ye Luo realized this car was extremely high-end. Whether in terms of power or materials, it was a whole level above her previous one—he could even say it was much more advanced than Emperor’s car.

Another thing that caught Ye Luo’s attention was Tong Yao’s outfit. She had changed back into the look she had when he first met her: wild to the extreme, and irresistibly alluring.

The Tong Yao in the office and the Tong Yao now were basically two completely different people.

The next moment, the car let out a fierce roar and shot forward at high speed.

The scenery around Ye Luo even started to blur, showing just how fast they were going. You had to know, his vision had been enhanced. When he turned his head, he finally understood—Tong Yao had already put on a special pair of glasses; otherwise, at this speed, she simply wouldn’t be able to control the car.

Very soon, they arrived at the edge of this City of Technology.

Of course, this wasn’t the border connecting to the Dark Alliance, but you could call it the fringe near the Dark Alliance.

The city was covered by a special protective shield that ordinary people could hardly break through. Unless they had permission from the city’s upper echelons, they couldn’t go out to carry out special missions.

However, this place was an exception. That shield had literally been torn open, and outside that opening, a crowd had gathered. Blaring music and cheers could be heard from far away.

Was this… racing?

Ye Luo suddenly understood. He’d promised Tong Yao before that he’d go racing, and she had even given him a phone number back then. He hadn’t expected her to actually bring him to a race.

The problem was, he had only agreed to race against Tong Yao, but it was obvious there were plenty of professional racers here.

When Tong Yao’s car pulled up and stopped, quite a few young people immediately surrounded them.

“Tsk tsk! So this is the limited edition Charm Blue Demoness? It really is something else!”

“I didn’t expect Tong Yao Group’s car-building skill to have reached this level! This car could definitely rank in the top ten!”

“Top ten? I’d say top three is possible!”

These young people exclaimed one after another.

“Hmph! What’s the use of just having a good car? Skill is what really matters!”

At this moment, a disdainful voice suddenly sounded, and a man walked over slowly.

Seeing this man, Tong Yao’s expression changed slightly, but she quickly responded with a cold sneer.

“Someone like you thinks you’re qualified to talk about skill?” Tong Yao said with contempt.

Ye Luo, however, noticed that this guy was actually a Cultivator, and a very powerful one at that—he’d likely already reached the Martial Emperor realm. Even in the Demon Realm, this would be an absolute powerhouse, an unparalleled genius.

But how had he ended up as a racer here?

That made Ye Luo think: with a powerhouse like this racing, one spell tossed out and how could any other car possibly keep up?

Even if Tong Yao’s car performed exceptionally well and a Cultivator’s spell couldn’t outspeed it, spells weren’t just for boosting speed; they could also disrupt other cars—that was the crucial part.

Besides, you could tell at a glance this race was self-organized, basically without any rules. There were quite a few Cultivators mixed in here.

“Oh? So you want to go up against me again? You took quite a beating last time, didn’t you? If you lose to me again, you’ll become my woman.” His gaze roamed back and forth over Tong Yao’s body, eyes filled with greedy lust.

“Is that so? Then we’ll see if you’ve got what it takes.” Tong Yao snorted coldly.

“Good! How about a run right now?” The man immediately looked excited.

Behind him was a car so broken-down it couldn’t be more broken, shabbier than the cheapest rust-bucket on the street, yet this was his race car.

“Hmph, you only win by relying on those low-life tricks! Without them, how could that junk heap possibly compete with my car?” Tong Yao said, unwilling to accept it.

Just then, a few more Cultivators crowded over, their eyes toward Tong Yao clearly full of jealousy and disdain.

“So what? There are so many races here every day. How many can you lot actually win? I’m starting to doubt your IQ—did you come here just to donate Crystal Stones to us?” another Cultivator sneered.

His cultivation was only at the Martial King Realm, but among the younger generation, that was definitely impressive.

Ye Luo was slightly surprised. Where had all these young geniuses come from? Their clothing clearly wasn’t from the city, so that meant they were from the Demon Realm?

Strictly speaking, they were standing outside the city, so the city’s laws had no binding force on them at all.

On Tong Yao’s side, it wasn’t like there were no Cultivators.

For example, those “canaries” kept by the rich young masters, and then there were the professional racers.

The city’s rich young masters weren’t stupid. They knew the other side were Cultivators with powerful strength, so they also hired Cultivators. It was just that within the city, Cultivators were relatively rare. Those truly powerful Cultivators, those big figures, would never lower themselves to be racers. Being able to hire a Cultivator at the Martial King Realm was already considered lucky.

And these Cultivators had either damaged their foundation or were nearing the end of their lifespan—in short, their strength had been greatly reduced, so they simply could not compete with those geniuses.

If they managed to win, that would really be a miracle.

“You lowborn scum, I don’t buy it. I’ll race you!”

Before Tong Yao could react, a hot-tempered young man suddenly rushed out.

His car wasn’t as high-end as Tong Yao’s, but it still counted as a luxury car. At his side was actually a woman in the Heavenly Martial Realm. Her makeup was heavy but carefully applied; a Cultivator’s looks were naturally good, yet with that makeup, she carried an added hint of Feng Chen’s aura.

Ye Luo let out a quiet sigh. Although her realm hadn’t fallen yet, it was only a matter of time. Cultivation was like rowing upstream—if you don’t advance, you fall behind. What’s more, her Dao Heart had completely collapsed; sooner or later she would be struck by the backlash of Heavenly Earth Power.

Right now, she probably couldn’t even bring out thirty percent of her strength.

“Alright then, one hundred thousand coins per race!” A young Cultivator instantly stepped forward with a beaming smile. He was a powerhouse in the Martial King Realm. On seeing him, the female Cultivator beside the young man immediately lowered her head, fear flashing in her eyes.

Of course, this was just instinctive fear. At the moment, the young Cultivator wasn’t releasing any aura at all. If he did, who would still dare race them? This was basically an unwritten agreement: on the Cultivators’ side, everyone kept their aura calm, no different from ordinary people.