novelraw Chapter 131: He’s too brutal, too domineering!
Chapter 131: He’s too brutal, too domineering!
The car was parked at the top of the mountain, only about ten meters away from the woman. Although Alexander couldn’t be considered a professional racer, as a motorcycle enthusiast, he was more skilled than most people.
The Golden Motorbike, though stationary, didn’t turn off its engine, maintaining a ready-to-go state. The clutch was gripped tightly and the right hand was constantly throttling up.
All this happened in a very short time, and the two bike ghosts had no time to react. Meanwhile, Alexander’s left hand, which was gripping the clutch, suddenly loosened, and his right hand instantly twisted the throttle to the max.
The two skills were immediately activated.
On the Golden Motorbike, countless chains and gears started rotating rapidly, the tires spinning swiftly.
Numerous golden panels quickly detached from the body of the bike and, guided by the ghost energy, they quickly assembled into a golden armor covering both Alexander and the bike.
It was as if both the Motorbike and Alexander were wearing the same golden armor.
The armor assembly was instantaneous. In the blink of an eye, Alexander had already crossed ten meters and was only a few meters away from the blue motorbike.
Only then did the somewhat dazed and numb woman on the blue bike react, quickly turning into a streak of light and diving into the bike, obviously intending to activate a skill.
But it was too late.
Once the Golden Armor was activated, the Golden Charge was launched immediately. A golden glow enveloped the whole bike, the motorcycle accelerated sharply and, like a golden meteor, soared into the air, striking the blue motorbike.
Boom!
A deafening noise echoed throughout the area as the blue soldier-class bike was flung high up, as if it had been hit head-on by a truck, and was sent flying down the hill.
It wasn’t over yet.
Ghost Motorbike have a feature that, theoretically, as long as there is enough ghost energy, skills can be activated indefinitely.
Of course, this is only theoretical, as no Motorbike can possess infinite ghost energy. But as long as there is enough ghost energy, it is feasible to consecutively activate a few skills.
Ghost energy is a very mysterious energy. For normal Motorbikes, replenishment can only occur by letting the bike consume ghost bodies.
Although the Motorbike’s fuel tank has a strong digestive capacity, capable of devouring large amounts of ghost bodies, digestion always takes time, and in the process, more than 60% of the energy is still wasted.
Unless one extravagantly uses ghost coins to restore ghost energy, this process is relatively faster, but it is also very costly.
Tens of thousands of ghost coins are needed to refill the Golden Motorbike’s energy storage, and it is not instantaneous, it also needs time to convert.
However, for Alexander, it was different. He had food that had been transformed by ghosts, which was very easy to absorb.
Even ordinary ghosts could digest it quickly, let alone a ghost Motorbike with a devouring talent.
Two chocolates made of fierce ghost energy were thrown into the gaping mouth of the fuel tank, and the ghost energy was instantly replenished by more than 15,000 points. Taking advantage of the effect of the Golden Armor, Alexander launched the Golden Charge again.
The bike once again transformed into a golden meteor, darting straight from the top of the mountain like a lightning bolt.
The blue bike was still in mid-air, not yet landed, when a golden meteor descended from the top of the mountain and fiercely smashed into the blue bike.
Boom!
The booming sound that made countless evil ghosts shudder echoed once again across the field. The blue bike was ruthlessly sent flying again and smashed into a huge rock.
Bang!
The rock, as tall as a person, exploded violently, shattered by the strong impact.
The blue bike was indeed of soldier class, but even a soldier class couldn’t withstand such a collision!
The Golden Bike and the blue bike were only one rank apart, one was completely unprepared, the other was using a skill to charge with all its might.
Especially the second time!
During the first collision, although Alexander had prepared in advance, the distance was too close, and the speed wasn’t fully utilized.
However, during the second collision, the speed was truly pushed to the extreme. Even a soldier class evil ghost would probably be shattered on the spot.
Although the physical condition of the bike ghost was slightly stronger than that of a normal ghost, it still couldn’t withstand this level of intense double hit. The entire body of the bike was almost instantly dismantled, with countless parts scattered all over the ground.
"I’m a soldier class bike, you... you..." The specter of the young woman emerged above the bike, looking incredulously at Alexander.
Her figure gradually faded, clearly, the bike was the ghost body for them, without the vessel, they naturally dissipate.
"What’s wrong! Are you not convinced?"
By hitting twice and directly smashing a soldier class bike, Alexander looked indifferent. The golden armor on his body gradually faded away, and he jumped off the Golden Bike.
He picked up a random part at his feet and threw it into the Golden Bike’s fuel tank, not sparing a glance at the fading woman.
Alexander said indifferently: "I said I was going to dismantle you, and that’s what I did. I’m a man of my word."
"Dominant! Brutal! Exciting!" A figure crawled out of the bike, the face formed by the phantom was flushed with excitement, and the whole shadow was shaking. His voice was almost hoarse from shouting.
This time, not to mention those ordinary evil ghosts and hidden chosen ones.
On the small hill, hundreds of sentient bike ghosts simultaneously peeked out, looking in awe and fear at Alexander who was picking up parts on top of the mountain.
This guy, he’s too brutal, too domineering!
Normally, shouldn’t all participants curry favor with them, hoping to gain their approval and join the final race?
Yet, they always have an arrogant attitude, only interested in reaping benefits, and indifferent to the participants. Even if a participant eventually wins the race, most of them are unwilling to leave with them.
After all, scarcity is what makes something valuable. The rarity of these bikes gives them the capital to be proud, especially these conscious, genuine ghost bikes.
Therefore, most of the time, it’s the participants who seek them out, and they inevitably reject the participants several times.
However, Alexander is different from others.
The blue bike only rejected him once, and even spoke quite politely, with no offensive intention! But Alexander directly charged at it!
With such a fiery temper, is it really suitable to ride motorcycles? However, despite the complaints, the bike ghosts can’t help but feel a bit envious.
The scattered parts on the mountain top are from a soldier-level bike! Richard, that cheeky kid, is really lucky!
However, the hit that flew down from the mountain just now was truly cool!
Those who can love bikes to the extent that their soul merges with them after death are naturally true motorcycles enthusiasts.
Alexander’s recent charge, for these bike ghosts, was incredibly exciting and very much in line with their psychology.
Of course, the prerequisite is that they’re not the one being hit!
For example, right now, Alexander bends down to pick up a bike tire, takes a look, and directly stuffs it into the fuel tank of the golden bike.
As he stuffs the tire into the fuel tank with a large metal mouth, Alexander looks up, and his gaze just happens to meet the ghostly old man looking this way.
"What... what are you doing..." The old man is scared silly, constantly retreating.
Behind him, his bike is instantly activated, the turning of the tires instantly brings forth a rolling chill, and layers of solid ice cover the entire crystalline body of the bike like a tide.
Obviously, this old man was so scared that he directly activated a defense ability similar to the golden armor.
"Rest assured, I’m a very kind person and usually don’t act rashly!" Alexander looked at the old man, smiled kindly, and spoke in a gentle tone.