The Ultimate Racing Beast

Purple lightning, thick as a pillar, came crashing down from a clear sky in the shape of a devil's claw print — a sight that stopped the heart.

Liu Yilin, the Ice Prince, had no time to steel himself. How could he possibly have imagined that his opponent's mid-tier magic Release speed would be a full twice as fast as his own?

His Star Chart was barely half-drawn!

Sensing disaster, Liu Yilin scrambled to activate his Shield Enchanted Gear — a shield that resembled an unfolded shark fin, its surface covered in exquisitely crafted scales, each one catching the light with its own special shimmer.

**Boom!!!!!**

The purple-black Thunderbolt came crashing down and struck the shark-fin Shield Enchanted Gear with tremendous force. To everyone's shock, the shield shattered to pieces in an instant beneath the overwhelming might of that lightning blow.

What had appeared to be an incredibly sturdy, resilient piece of Enchanted Gear crumbled like paper before the fury of the lightning.

Beneath the shattered shield, Liu Yilin was blasted flat on the ground, wisps of smoke curling from his body.

Though his Enchanted Gear had absorbed the brunt of the lightning's tyrannical power, his frame couldn't withstand the ferocious kinetic force — and to make it worse, he landed face-first, smearing blood across that proud face of his.

Liu Yilin trembled all over. He tried to push himself up but felt as though his bones had been shaken apart. He bit down hard against the pain.

The onlookers who had gathered to enjoy the spectacle gaped in disbelief, one after another — unable to believe that the renowned Ice Prince himself had been put down in a single move.

*What kind of freak was this guy? Where did he come from?*

"Holy crap, Liu Yilin just ran into a wall."

"What a monster — took down the legendary Ice Prince in one shot."

The murmurs and incredulous stares from the crowd made Liu Yilin's chest heave with fury.

But when he looked at the young man in dark clothes again, he found he couldn't summon any of his earlier contempt.

Someone at this age who commanded a Spirit Grade Lightning Seed and had already cultivated to the second level of Lightning Cloud was no ordinary person.

Liu Yilin had to concede defeat this time — but that didn't mean he was willing to let it go.

"Don't let me see you again. Every time I do, I'll beat you into the ground." Mo Fan stood over Liu Yilin, who still couldn't get to his feet, staring down at him with open arrogance — not a flicker of effort to conceal that brazen, domineering air.

"Beat me into the ground every time you see me?" In all his years, Liu Yilin had never once heard anyone speak to him like that.

The truth was, no amount of backbone could help him now. The facts were right there in front of him: he and this person were simply not in the same league.

Mo Fan had no interest in wasting more words on this pretty-faced idiot. He turned and walked away, pushing Xinxia's wheelchair.

Once they were clear of the crowd and quiet settled around them again, Mo Fan glanced at Xinxia, who hadn't said a word, and laughed softly. "Do you think I went too far, doing that to your classmate?"

Xinxia shook her head. "He really is quite self-centered."

She wasn't quite sure how to describe Liu Yilin. In her presence he always played the part of the charming, warm-hearted prince, yet his inner arrogance seeped through in small ways. She had kept her distance out of personal choice, but he always assumed she was only avoiding him for fear of gossip from girls like Chen Yunqi. She had told him plainly she had no feelings for him, and he'd convinced himself she only said so out of insecurity over her physical limitations.

"Oh, so you can't stand him either. I would've given him another beating if I'd known — I have zero patience for guys who play Prince Charming," Mo Fan said.

Outside the school grounds, Mo Fan noticed that Xinxia's clothes were still rather plain. He decided to take her on a proper shopping spree.

Autumn had arrived, after all — such a poetic, picturesque season called for looking one's best. And watching her try on all kinds of pretty outfits, each one drawing out a different shade of her quiet, graceful charm, was its own kind of pleasure for Mo Fan.

At the school gate, a fair number of couples were waiting for taxis. Mo Fan joined the queue without complaint. After a long wait, a cab finally appeared. He was just about to help Xinxia in when a young man nearby bolted forward and yanked the door open with lightning speed, climbing in with his girlfriend before anyone could react.

"Hey, I flagged that cab," Mo Fan said, visibly annoyed.

"Dude, I flagged it too — you just didn't see me. Wait for the next one!" the young man in the backwards baseball cap said with a grin.

The driver spotted Xinxia in her wheelchair and instinctively wanted nothing to do with the hassle. He honked, signaling Mo Fan to step aside, and prepared to pull away.

"No hard feelings, man! With a girlfriend as, uh, inconvenienced as yours, you'd honestly be better off driving your own car," the hip-hop-styled guy in the baseball cap called out with a self-satisfied smirk.

"You've got a point," Mo Fan said, nodding.

Taking a cab really wasn't that convenient anyway. He had perfectly good transportation of his own — why was he standing here waiting like a fool?

Mo Fan closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, his pupils had taken on the pale, luminous color of moonlight.

A moonlit Star Trail materialized before him — like a ribbon of moonlight threading through the folds and fractures of space and time, a passage leading to another wondrous realm.

**Awoooo!**

A wolf's howl tore through the air, whipping up a fierce gust of wind. The crowd at the school gate, bustling with activity, spun around in surprise.

Without warning, a powerfully built, star-blue wolf creature leapt into view. Its magnificent coat billowed in the wind, radiating an indescribable blend of elegance and wildness.

"Come on, up you go." Mo Fan swept Xinxia up in his arms and set her down on the Swift Star Wolf's back.

Before Xinxia had even processed what was happening, she found herself seated atop a formidable wolf creature. Flustered, she hurriedly grabbed hold of the Swift Star Wolf's flowing white mane at the back of its neck.

Mo Fan folded the wheelchair and slung it across his back, then vaulted up onto the Swift Star Wolf behind Xinxia. He pressed close against her soft frame, taking the opportunity to wrap both arms around her slender waist, his nose brushing the fragrant strands of her hair.

A wave of stunned exclamations erupted at the school gate.

Not just the people waiting for cabs — even the guys who'd pulled up in luxury cars to collect their girlfriends looked pathetically outclassed in that moment. Mo Fan had taken showing off and flaunting affection to an absolute art form right in front of this youthful campus.

The smug guy who'd snatched the cab just moments ago had gone completely green in the face. The driver himself was too rattled to touch the gas pedal.

With Xinxia nestled softly against him and the magnificent Swift Star Wolf beneath them both, Mo Fan figured he'd given these nobodies quite the education — roaring engine start, 270-degree open top, dual luxury seating: the ultimate top-tier racing beast.