A Brutal Race

"Let me ask one last time. This competition is being held in secret, right?" Song "Hero Who'd Give His Life for a Just Cause" Shuhang asked from the tractor he had spent days patiently modifying. "This isn't Fuyuki."

In this competition, contestants were forbidden from using escape techniques themselves. Everything else was fair game.

Of course, they couldn't attack other contestants directly. They could only attack their walk-behind tractors or interfere with their movements.

Well. Under normal circumstances.

After all, the first supply station had Escape Talismans for only three-quarters of the vehicles. That meant a quarter of the contestants would be eliminated.

"Relax, woof." Doudou patted his shoulder and stuck the number 44 decal onto Song Shuhang's tractor.

"Venerable White set up a massive concealment array that works across the entire world."

It was no wonder Song Shuhang had asked.

Behind him stood a full-scale replica of Unit-01, assigned to start last because of its enormous size. Its only connection to a tractor was the one Lu Mingfei had fixed to its head with a spell.

It was about as conspicuous as an adult sticking a grain of rice to his head.

To his right was Senior Su Lin, known as the Daoist of Cheats. He sat astride a sleek, futuristic motorcycle, plucking a bag of potato chips out of thin air to snack on while an English song played from the phone mounted on the handlebars.

To his left sat the future Desolate Heavenly Emperor in a Mercedes tractor modeled after Heavenly Emperor Ye's and transformed from his own disciple. Shi Hao called past Song Shuhang to Su Lin.

"How much Drunken Immortal Brew or other resources could I get if I traded in the first-place prizes? Not the stuff you brew yourself. I want the kind I