Spectators without the Speed Force had it rough. The Rogues and commentator Ambush Bug had no cold drinks, but Captain Cold did not have to worry about that. He had a freeze gun; he only needed to worry about whether shooting himself or his friends would freeze them too much.
Ambush Bug cast a longing glance at the drink cart, swallowed, and continued his commentary.
After all, the first batch of preliminary contestants had all been introduced. The race was about to begin.
"Kacha!!!"
A bolt of lightning struck before the commentator's booth, serving as the starting gun. The instant the contestants saw the flash, they started running, because waiting to hear the sound would already put them behind.
Bolts of lightning in every color appeared on the track. In the blink of an eye, everyone had reached the first obstacle three hundred kilometers away.
First place naturally went to Earth-0's The Flash, though he was only half a body length ahead of the last-place runner. They had only run this far, after all. Everyone was a speedster, and the gaps between them were tiny.
The competition used special cameras, probably Speed Force equipment as well. Everyone could watch the distant race on the huge screens suspended overhead.
With cold drinks in hand, their throats were no longer dry. The spectators began cheering at the top of their lungs, each supporting a different contestant.
"Who are you rooting for?"
Having never seen so many speedsters race at once, Jesse stared excitedly at the big screen, both little hands clenched into fists. A ring of red chili oil still circled her mouth as she asked Deathstroke.
"Of course Barry Allen from Earth-0. The Speed Force originated from him, and he is my friend." No matter who asked, Su Ming unconditionally supported