"Ladies and gentlemen, and all the most ardent car fans here!" Along with a burst of passionate music, a man wearing a bright purple tuxedo with a tie knot as bright as a blue gem around his neck stood firmly in the center of the venue like a dazzling star.
I could see that he was holding the heavy microphone that emitted a faint light in his right hand, while his left hand was waving in the air to indicate something; at the same time, a very shocking and provocative voice continued to come out of his mouth, which resounded throughout the entire stadium like thunder and lightning - this voice seemed to be able to penetrate people's eardrums and directly reach the depths of the soul!
"That's right, it's just me, your most beloved and craziest gold medal host, Kramer!" Following his introduction of Self, tens of thousands of spectators in the audience suddenly burst into overwhelming cheers, deafening.
"Calm down, calm down! I'm like a mirror in my heart. You spent a lot of money to come to this wilderness, but you definitely didn't come to see my handsome face." This extremely narcissistic joke immediately detonated the entire audience, and tens of thousands of people burst into laughter like a violent storm that swept through the entire giant stadium.
"Without further ado, our Death Race is about to officially kick off," Kramer explained passionately. "But before the engine roars, I have to break the news to you. Today, there is an absolute heavyweight, a long-lost old face, who is about to set foot on this daunting track again!" His voice paused deliberately, instantly heightening the suspense and atmosphere of the entire venue.
"Let us welcome the former uncrowned king - Noam Turetto with the craziest scream! After disappearing and retiring for three full years, this legendary car god finally returned to his bloodthirsty battlefield!" As soon as he finished speaking, a violent beast painted in black and yellow came out from a secret passage under the stadium with a thunderous roar.
The vast majority of the audience present are die-hard fans of the Old Era retro sports car, so they recognized this classic car that is an industrial miracle at a glance - the Veilside modified Mazda RX-7 Fortune. When the enthusiastic fans looked through the car windows and saw clearly the muscular driver with a bald head, a sleeveless vest and hunched muscles in the driver's seat, the screams in the entire stadium were completely out of control, almost toppling the dome.
"Many of you may not know this," Kramer continued to explain in his bewitching voice after trying his best to calm down the crazy audience.."Behind this duel, there is an extremely bloody and fascinating relationship. The next contestant once married Noam's sister; he was once a member of the Toretto Family and Noam's most trusted brother. However, this man chose the coldest betrayal, stepping on the shoulders of his old brothers, and won the title of Champion of this death track last year!
"So, let us give a 'warm' welcome to Ryan O'Connell!" In an instant, the audience in the stands was completely split into two extreme camps: half of the people cheered like crazy for O'Connell's ruthlessness and strength, while the other half mercilessly booed and cursed him with the most vicious boos.
Accompanied by the dull and terrifying engine roar, O'Connell drove a Dodge "Ice War Horse" that exuded a cold metallic texture and slowly drove into the arena, provocatively parked side by side with Norm's chariot.
"Is everything our family has given you really worthless in your eyes? Are the years we spent together, life and death, all bullshit?" Norm asked through the lowered car window, gritting his teeth and staring at his former brother.
"No, you're wrong. Of course those things are very useful to me. The only reason why I tried so hard to get close to your family is to secretly learn your top-notch racing skills so that I can sit on the throne of Champion. And now, the only thing I have to do is to prove to the world that I am stronger than you!" O'Connell mocked mercilessly with a cold face.
"What about my sister? Who is she?!" Norm roared with red eyes.
Hearing this name, Li An's cold expression froze slightly for a moment. His mind was in a very brief trance at this moment, and the woman's once extremely beautiful and gentle smile could not be suppressed in his mind. "She is also nothing to me." He finally spit out the cruelest answer coldly.
"Is this really true? Then do you know that she is already pregnant with your flesh and blood in her belly?!" Norm dropped a bombshell.
Lian's hands that were holding the steering wheel trembled uncontrollably, and his finger bones even turned white due to excessive exertion. However, this man had an extremely terrifying psychological quality. He took a deep breath, suppressed the inner turmoil in an instant, and regained control of his rationality.
"Don't waste your efforts. You are just talking nonsense and trying to confuse my mind with such cheap lies. I can't even believe every word that comes out of your mouth." Rian responded coldly.
Norm took a deep look at his most trusted old friend and brother who fought side by side, and shook his head with disappointment. He could clearly feel that the man in front of him was no longer the familiar brother in his memory. Sitting in the Dodge at this moment was a monster that was completely distorted by the morbid desire for victory and success. In order to climb to the top, he would use any means to ruthlessly sacrifice everything.
"Okay, the smell of gunpowder is strong enough! Next, please allow me to solemnly introduce the remaining ten contestants who are not afraid of death!" Kramer's extremely penetrating voice resounded throughout the audience again. However, whether it was the passionate host or the picky fanatic fans in the stands, the enthusiasm for the next few contestants was obviously greatly reduced, and the atmosphere was far less exciting than just now.
At the same time, Chris, who was sitting in the VIP seat, was staring intently at the huge ultra-high-definition holographic screen above the stadium, having a panoramic view of everything happening in the stadium.
"It seems that the popularity of these two Champion drivers on this track is ridiculously high." Chris couldn't help but sigh.
"That's natural. The rules here are extremely cruel. Only one annual president Champion is born every year. If they want to sit on that supreme throne, they must survive countless bloody battles that pass Bleach and win to the end," Cruz explained patiently on the side.
"What about today's game? It seems like this is not just a regular season game, is it an extremely rare special exhibition game?" Chris was keenly aware of the unusual atmosphere.
"You can basically understand it that way," Cruz nodded.
"There is a question that I have never been able to figure out. Judging from the highlights played on the screen just now, many of the drivers here have perverted talents that can be called monsters. Why don't they choose to participate in the Empire's official sports events? Not only can they gain fame and wealth, but it is also legal and safe." Chris finally asked this question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time.
"The water here is very deep, and the reasons are complicated. First of all, these fanatics who thrive in the underground black market are extremely disgusted with the rigid and cumbersome rules in official events. But more importantly, they feel a deep sense of despair and disillusionment with the so-called 'official sports' of this era." Cruz sighed and explained.
Chris suddenly realized. With the full popularity of "Battle Aura" and "magic" in the Empire, even traditional sports have to be forced to make epic evolutions and compromises. First of all, in order to ensure the relative fairness of the competition, all official sports events must be cruelly graded strictly according to the Arcanist ranks.. After all, a Second Tier fighting Qi Martial Artist, no matter in terms of speed, strength, neurological response or overall physical fitness, will form a crushing dimension-reducing blow to First Tier warriors - not to mention those ordinary mortals who have no power to tie a chicken.
It is undeniable that the addition of Qi Martial Artist has indeed led to an explosive growth in the viewing experience of many sports events. After all, in this era, people have long been accustomed to the exaggerated scene where the quarterback directly throws the football at the terrifying speed of Mach 5 that breaks the sound barrier, and the receiver can even pull out the afterimage in mid-air to catch it steadily.
In addition, Empire has even formed various extremely incredible super leagues, perfectly Fusion incorporating magical elements into traditional sports such as basketball, baseball and cricket.
In order to adapt to the existence of magic, the basic rules of these sports have been changed beyond recognition. However, although countless people are flocking to and crazy about this violent new era movement, there are also a large number of die-hard fans who are nostalgic and feel extremely sad.
They believe that although these sports still retain the name Old Era, their souls have long since completely deteriorated, and they are no longer the pure competitive sports they remember. These fundamentalists complain repeatedly about this alienated status quo, and they resist all of this extremely stubbornly, even refusing to watch or recognize any of these events that they despise as "New Age Monster Sports".
On the field, the host Kramer introduced the remaining contestants very efficiently, and then announced without any delay that the game had officially entered the countdown. A series of beating blood-red countdown numbers immediately appeared on the huge holographic screen. At the same time, a beautiful girl with an extremely sexy figure wearing an extremely cool and hot racing suit, holding two iconic black and white checkered flags tightly in her hands, walked to the center of the track in an enchanting manner.
When the suffocating number of the countdown finally jumped to the cold "zero", the girl suddenly waved the checkered flag in her hand downwards, officially blowing the charge horn of Death Rally.
In an instant, the twelve steel behemoths let out a violent roar that shook the earth like ancient ferocious beasts. Dazzling blue flames were sprayed from the exhaust pipes, and they launched forward crazily with a terrifying acceleration that was numbing the scalp! As soon as the race started, Norm showed his unparalleled dominance as a legendary car god. He hit the accelerator extremely violently, and with his perfect shifting timing and extremely aggressive positioning, he stood out instantly and firmly occupied the absolute first place in the lead.
At the same time, O'Connell's behavior seemed a bit strange. He didn't seem to be in a hurry to compete for the leading position. Instead, he gave people the illusion of being extremely calm and even deliberately suppressing the speed. He quietly approached another car in an extremely insidious manner, and stuck behind the other car, always maintaining a subtle following distance that was extremely dangerous but could not be easily escaped.
The first fatal obstacle that stands in front of all the madmen is called "Death Loop". Here, all racing cars must climb crazily upward along a nearly vertical super track in an anti-gravity attitude that defies common sense of physics, and then return Hanging upside down and swooping down at an extremely terrifying speed, completing a circular motion that challenges Bleach in a huge circular track; the entire huge track structure looks like a crazy Hot Wheels three-dimensional track that has been magnified countless times..
Norm's eyes were cold and he had no intention of slowing down. He drove the Mazda directly into the Death Loop, which was like a huge mouth of Abyss. At the entrance of the track, there was a hidden acceleration magic circle engraved extremely insidiously. The moment the car ran over the formation, its speed would be forcibly increased by an extremely violent amount.
However, this magic circle is by no means a friendly help, but a talisman for Bleach! Because, in order to successfully pass this abnormal circular track, the driver must rely on extremely terrifying micro-control to stabilize the speed of the car extremely accurately on the life-and-death line of about 830 kilometers per hour!
If the speed is slightly lower than this warning line, the car will simply not be able to rely on enough inertia to trigger the next high-altitude acceleration node. The final end will be that it will be torn apart by gravity, desperately falling from an altitude of hundreds of meters, and falling into a pile of burning scrap metal; but what if the driver increases the speed higher than this because of greed or fear?
You know, on an inclined track that is almost vertical to the ground, just wanting to push the speed up to 830 kilometers per hour, which is an extremely abnormal field, already requires the driver to have miraculous control skills; and if you want to maintain the absolute balance of the vehicle under the pull of centrifugal force in this kind of super-sonic surge, it is simply dancing on the tip of a knife, and it is an absolute forbidden zone for the human body and nerves Reflection!
If it weren't for the Battle Aura that can greatly enhance the reaction speed of the body and nerves flowing in the bodies of these madmen present, no one would be able to survive even three seconds on this track with their mere mortal bodies.
Just as Norm was relying on his master-level muscle memory to shuttle wildly between various acceleration nodes with ease, O'Connell showed a completely different and even more terrifying game philosophy. His ghastly tactics could be called crazy. He was not pursuing the ultimate speed at all, but directly aimed his butcher knife at the competitors beside him.
He was like a very patient hungry wolf, clinging to the front of a prey car. After successfully running over the first magic acceleration circle, the violent speed of his Dodge instantly soared to the life-and-death passing line of 830 kilometers per hour.. Immediately afterwards, he began to change lanes in an extremely insidious manner, frantically blocking and interfering with the path of the car behind him, suppressing the other car, so that the poor driver could not increase the speed to the required speed for safe passage.
Not only that, O'Connell also showed extremely abnormal car body perception and micro-control abilities. He even frantically deliberately slowed down a little, allowing the car behind him that had completely lost control to slam into the rear of his car! He used the reaction force generated by this violent rear-end collision with extreme precision to provide his car with a weak but extremely fatal forward thrust.
His brain was even like a sophisticated super quantum computer, calculating at the blink of an eye that each rear-end collision would bring him an additional kinetic energy increase of about 3 kilometers per hour! Therefore, he extremely arrogantly stuck his basic speed at the extremely dangerous 827 kilometers per hour!
At the same time, the poor contestant whom he regarded as a stepping stone, due to the continuous and extremely violent collisions, the speed of the car began to irreversibly decline.
Because it was never able to reach the critical speed necessary for safe passage, the miserable car finally missed the second magic acceleration node in despair. Accompanied by an extremely shrill and chilling sound of metal tearing, the entire car completely lost its centripetal force, like an abandoned meteor, smashing straight towards the hard ground from a height of several hundred meters!
"Boom--!!!" With a deafening and terrifying sound, the car hit the ground hard and instantly exploded into an extremely gorgeous and dazzling huge fireball!
Seeing this extremely bloody and violent scene, the bloodthirsty spectators in the stands not only did not feel the slightest fear, but instead, as if they had been collectively injected with stimulants, they erupted into a burst of excited screams that were even more hysterical and fanatical than before! A few seconds later, the driver, who was gray-faced, covered in blood but only slightly injured, smashed the window of the seriously injured Transfiguration with a punch in an extremely embarrassed manner, and crawled out from the burning scrap iron wreckage with difficulty.
This death game accompanied by the roar of steel continued crazily. The racers drove the violent machines and climbed hard to the extremely fatal highest point of the loop track. In that brief moment, all the cars formed a perfect vertical line with the ground in a completely upside down attitude.
Faced with the extreme sense of weightlessness and the instinctive fear of death that completely violated the common sense of gravity, many riders with insufficient psychological quality completely collapsed. They completely lost their rational judgment and calmness in the moment of flying upside down.
This uncontrollable sense of fatal fear extremely seriously interfered with the exquisite driving skills that they were usually proud of, causing them to make extremely small but fatal mistakes in their operations, and ultimately missed the only opportunity to touch the next life-saving enchantment node.
There is no suspense, the fate waiting for them is also an extremely desperate fall from a high altitude. Because the height of the fall is even more terrifying, the physical trauma they suffered is far more serious than that of the unlucky guy who was played like a toy by O'Connell. Several cars were even directly smashed into scrap metal with no visible prototype.
Fortunately, however, these lunatics have Battle Aura in their bodies that can protect their internal organs and bones extremely abnormally, so a horrific impact of this level is not enough to directly kill them. What's more, in order to ensure the sustainability of this money-burning sport, the organizer behind the scenes has prepared a Empire top-level magical medical rescue team with the highest standards for such emergencies.
Just the first appetizer named "Death Loop" cruelly eliminated four top arrogant drivers. The surviving desperadoes who had truly experienced life and death immediately drove their chariots and headed towards the next fatal obstacle area-"Drift Abyss" at full speed with an even more crazy attitude!
Throughout the giant stadium, the deafening roars were perfectly intertwined with the nearly hypoxic screams of countless spectators. With their reddened faces and torn throats, they unreservedly vented their most primitive and craziest fanatic worship of this violent sport full of adrenaline and the ultimate temptation of death!
Although he has witnessed with his own eyes the extreme danger of this sport that can make people Reducto at any time, Chris sitting in the stands at this moment not only did not feel any flinching or fear, but an unprecedented and extremely violent excitement like a volcanic eruption surged uncontrollably deep in his heart. This was the ultimate trembling and madness that he had never experienced in the first half of his life, which was mediocre, boring, and as boring as stagnant water!
'Perhaps, this is the only opportunity given to me by fate that can completely tear apart my mediocre life!' He shouted hysterically and crazily in his heart.
In the past countless days and nights, Chris has been like an ascetic, extremely humblely chasing the unattainable and illusory dream of becoming a high-level Arcanist. However, the cruel reality has stepped on him time and time again. To this day, he is still a humble ant who cannot even touch the threshold, unable to see even the slightest glimmer of hope that can change his destiny.
But now! On this death track full of blood and roaring engines, he seemed to clearly see another bright possibility for his future in the afterimage of his speed: an invincible racing chief Champion who was bathed in the spotlight, worshiped by countless fanatical believers, and aloof!
'Fuck magic! Perhaps, that Arcanist road that is high and full of arrogance and prejudice did not belong to me at all from the beginning! I want to use speed to crush all the humiliations on this track!' This crazy idea began to take root in his mind uncontrollably like a virus.