The weather was turning worse.
The sunlight was swallowed by heavy clouds, and the terrible morning gloom lingered.
After a few more laps, the sky began to drizzle.
A cold, damp heaviness settled on everyone's hearts.
The rain wasn't heavy, but it was enough to wet the track and form puddles.
The difficulty of Formula racing immediately spiked.
Drivers began entering the pits one after another, switching to rain tires.
Leon, of course, still had the fastest pit stop.
Because of his speed, the gap between him and the others… was shrinking.
"Damn it, it's raining again!" Bleed Kaga cursed through clenched teeth.
He remembered the qualifying session—the terrifying sight of Leon drifting like a Rain King.
That overwhelming, tyrannical aura still sent chills down his spine.
It was even more suffocating than Naoki Shinjou's pressure.
Utterly inhuman.
For Leon, rain wasn't a hindrance—
it was divine blessing.
Hayato Kazami's expression also darkened.
His mind raced, trying to devise a way to deal with Leon.
The pressure Leon gave him… had already surpassed everyone else.
He didn't even have a Domain, yet he could clash with other Domain users head-on.
Just this was enough to make Hayato admire him.
If Leon awakened a Domain…?
The thought alone was terrifying.
VROOOOOM!!
A thunderous explosion of engine noise erupted.
Hayato, Shinjou, and the others felt their hearts jump.
"He's coming!"
They all instinctively looked at their rear-view mirrors.
That violent burst of acceleration made their pulses race uncontrollably.
Tension spiked.
Boom!
Leon's Tyrant tore across a puddle.
A wall of water exploded upward, spraying over five, six meters high.
A corner was ahead—time for the drift.
"Zero Domain—Insight!" Hayato roared.
His domain allowed him to see through everything.
Inside the Zero Domain, he could pierce through an opponent's blocking, evasion, thoughts, even their spirit.
"Zero Domain—Imitation!" Bleed Kaga shouted, unleashing his own domain.
His Zero Domain allowed him to imitate everything—
the opponent's techniques, thoughts, and weaknesses.
Under Kaga's control, atmospheric pressure influenced his car less than five percent.
They both sought one thing:
the secret of Leon's rain drift.
To win, they had to understand it.
Master it.
"Heh… I'm done playing with you."
Leon sneered.
Half the laps were already completed.
Only 150 kilometers remained.
He wanted to finish them within two minutes.
If he maintained a speed of over 4500 km/h, he could do it.
But could a human endure the G-force of 4500 km/h?
Speed itself wasn't the issue—astronauts rode rockets, after all.
The problem was acceleration—the crushing G-forces.
1G was one unit of gravitational force.
A rocket launch usually reached 3G.
At high G-force, blood was forced downward; if the muscles couldn't compensate, the brain would lose blood flow.
A driver would begin experiencing gray-out or black-out.
Even the toughest astronauts could withstand at most 10G.
4500 km/h meant 75 km per minute—
1.25 km per second.
Impossible by human standards.
"Tyrant Mode—activate!!"
Leon slammed the switch.
A violent surge of force slammed him backward, pinning him to the seat.
The fierce acceleration assaulted his nerves; breathing became difficult.
His bones felt like they were being compressed.
Uncomfortable—but bearable.
The Tyrant's chassis shrank rapidly, its rear wing and spoilers retracting.
The entire machine condensed, becoming denser, harder—
almost half its original size.
Showtime.
"Yooohooo!!"
Leon roared in exhilaration.
The Tyrant bared its fangs—fierce and ruthless—
like lightning made solid.
Its speed became too fast for the human eye to track.
BOOM!
Before anyone could react, it was already two kilometers away.
Like a legendary lightning god, the Tyrant blitzed forward at impossible speeds—
leaving a trail of fire and white mist behind.
Kaga and Hayato were stupefied.
"What… just happened?"
All they saw was a blurred shadow streak past with a sharp whoosh.
Even with their Domains active—
they couldn't capture anything.
Nothing at all.
It was too fast.
Their first time using their Domains…
and they saw nothing.
Fear rose in their chests.
Fear of Leon.
The fastest speed ever recorded by a human racer was around 1600 km/h—
but only in desert runs.
This was a race track.
And Leon simply ignored the limitations of the track…
and sprinted.
He could even turn at this speed.
In front of the entire world, he was tearing apart the pride and soul of Japanese racing.
BOOOOM—
A storm of water exploded behind the Tyrant, forming a tail that stretched two to three kilometers long.
It lingered for ages before fading.
Magnificent.
He blasted past a speed trap:
3000 km/h!
And climbing.
A seemingly endless force kept pushing the Tyrant forward.
The crowd was speechless.
Some stood frozen; others rose instinctively, trembling.
Within seconds—
Leon accelerated to 3500 km/h.
Far beyond human limits.
The G-force alone should've crushed his heart.
Drivers saw the Tyrant approaching and panicked, pulling their cars aside.
Nobody dared block him.
With that kind of stored kinetic energy…
a small bump meant annihilation.
Worse than igniting a barrel of explosives.
Vaporized.
They backed off—
because this wasn't a racer anymore.
It was a rocket.
"Holy sh*t, that speed is insane!!"
"Was that wind or a car!?"
"A god—he's a god who can turn at that speed!"
"Look—he's accelerating again!"
The drivers stopped racing altogether.
Nobody dared move.
One accidental tap and their cars would be shredded by atmospheric pressure changes.
Better to give up their ranking than their lives.
Not that rankings mattered anymore—
the champion was clearly Leon.
The Tyrant flew past another speed trap:
3499 km/h…
And it kept rising.
The cameraman's hands trembled violently; his face turned pale.
Just watching was enough to induce terror.
Then—
4500 km/h!
But Leon wasn't done.
The Tyrant continued to accelerate.
The world went insane.