Qie Xieling's heart pounded in his chest as he entered the final laps of the race. Determination welled up within him, and he could feel the weight of the high stakes. The eight cars ahead seemed like insurmountable obstacles, but he refused to let doubt cloud his mind.
With a deep breath, he firmly pressed his foot against the accelerator, unleashing the raw power of his racing machine.
The commentators in their booth erupted with excitement, their voices echoing through the stadium. "Look at him go! Xieling the world's drifting champion is pushing his limits! He's moving like a phantom, swiftly manoeuvring past his competitors!" "Will he dominate the WSCC on his first try?!"