Snowball overtook Naruto amidst the cheers of the audience.
Naruto glanced back; the snowball was right behind him.
He didn't panic. Instead, he activated the rocket booster, and the red Squig accelerated rapidly, keeping pace with the snowball.
" Naruto activated the rocket boosters!" Toothy shouted until his voice was almost hoarse.
"He's about to surpass Johnny's snowball!"
"What!?"
Suddenly, the large snowball exploded.
To be precise, it wasn't an explosion, it melted; it was instantly melted by the high temperature.
The thick layer of ice and snow seemed to be heated by something, and instantly turned into water vapor.
Johnny rode out of the mist, riding Squig, leaving a huge trail of flames behind him.
It was a rocket booster that had been hidden away, waiting for this moment.
" Johnny actually saved the rocket boosters for last!!!" Toothy's voice ripped out.
Let's congratulate Johnny!!!
The burly men in the audience were already caught up in the atmosphere.
They raised their fists and cheered and shouted along with the other Gretchin around them.
They cheered while hugging their unfamiliar underlings, so excited that they threw their helmets into the air, which then randomly killed a lucky spectator.
" Waaagh! this competition is way too awesome!" a big guy shouted.
"I want to join too! My Squig is faster than all of them!" another shouted.
When is the next one? Will I still bet? I'm going Naruto in on Naruto!
The surrounding audience joined in the cheering, making the scene as lively as a festival.
Gretchin Johnny raised his hands, tears streaming down his face.
"Coach, I did it! I really did it!"
Gretchin Johnny champion, as the first Gretchin champion after the official establishment of waaaagh GP, will surely go down in history.
Unlike Johnny, who garnered countless eyes, Naruto away from winning the championship, leaned against the metal pillar at the edge of the arena.
It twirled an exquisite revolver between its fingers, its eyes coldly fixed on the frenzied audience below.
At this moment, two groups of audience members were fiercely competing: one group was Johnny's supporters, and the other group was Naruto's fans who had lost their bets after losing.
The dull thuds of clubs and fists striking flesh echoed one after another, yet not a single Orks thought to stop.
This is the Orks; war, gambling, and fighting are their main themes.
Waaaagh GP just happened to throw a match into this pile of explosives.
Before the noise from the arena had subsided, several burly figures forcefully pushed through the crowd and entered the competition area.
The burly man at the head of the group was clad in snakeskin armor, and a shocking scar ran across his face.
It led a huge, exaggerated Squig war beast, its scales gleaming with a cold metallic sheen.
His eyes were fixed on the still-breathing racer, Squig, and a threatening growl escaped his throat.
This is the big guy from the Snakebites, with Duya.
Of all the Orks clans, the Snakebites is the most skilled at taming Squig.
They have a close, almost symbiotic relationship with the most primitive companion organisms of these Orks.
And Duya are among the best.
"Hey! You brat named Naruto!" Duya Fang's roar drowned out the surrounding noise.
"I want to compete! My ' Fleetfoot ' are the fastest Squig in the entire Carl II!"
"Your bullshit competition, how about letting me participate too?"
Naruto, but before he could speak, Toothy jumped down first, hands on his hips, and shouted:
"Of course you can participate! As long as you pay the registration fee, you can win a prize if you win!"
"The champion from the last competition won a whopping ten thousand exquisite teeth!"
"Ten thousand?"
The Duya's voice suddenly rose, and his originally ferocious face was now filled with disbelief.
The several burly men following behind it were also stunned.
Even after a month of hard work scavenging with their henchmen, they can only manage to collect a few thousand teeth.
The winner of a single competition here can receive ten thousand coins.
Duya asked several more times to confirm that Toothy was not lying to it, and then slapped its thigh:
"Damn it! I'm definitely participating in this competition!"
It turned and left, cursing, intending to go back and bring all of its most prized dozen or so Squig.
He kept muttering "ten thousand teeth," as if he could already see himself standing on the podium.
After Duya left, the remaining big guys gathered in a corner and started discussing.
The burly man at the head of the group wore gilded heavy armor and toyed with a string of large, gleaming Jinchi in his hand.
His robust body filled out the heavy armor to the brim; he was Jinchi, a big guy from the Bad Moons Clan.
The Bad Moons Clan is the most adept at amassing wealth and the most business-savvy among the Orks; they possess an almost obsessive sensitivity to riches.
They are also the most aggressive clan among all the Orks when it comes to fighting.
Jinchi squinted his small eyes, scanning the Orks- clad people in the stadium.
He glanced at the continuous stream of people pouring in from the direction of the dozen or so ranches around him, and his fingers flew across his palm as he calculated.
After a long pause, it finally spoke softly to its companion beside it:
"There are more than a dozen ranches around here, each with at least tens of thousands of Orks, and they're all heading this way."
"Tickets, betting commissions, and the added boost to related spending—we earn more from a single match than we would combined for a month."
The burly men around them instantly realized what was happening, their eyes gleaming with greed.
After all these years, this is the first time they've seen such an easy way to make money. No fighting, no risking their lives, they can just sit there and collect their teeth.
That very evening, these burly men, along with their henchmen, once again blocked the gates of the Hokage Ranch.
This time, they were no longer arrogant; instead, they were all all smiles.
He placed the hundreds of boxes of teeth he brought in front of Toothy and got straight to the point, wanting to invest in waaagh GP.
Toothy looked at this group of big guys that it usually wouldn't even dare to look up at, and its legs trembled a little. It tried to remain calm and looked at Lynn beside it.
Lynn thought to himself, "I've finally been tricked."
He stepped forward, blocking the somewhat flustered Toothy, without even glancing at the teeth.
For the current Hokage Clan, these teeth are completely beneath their notice.
"Investment is welcome; the Hokage Clan has no shortage of manpower and resources."
"Of course, you leaders don't need to contribute any money; you just need to do one thing."
"Use your influence to spread the news of Waaagh GP to every corner of Carl II."
Lynn looked at the group of burly men with astonished expressions and continued:
"Once the competition grows bigger, the teeth earned will be distributed according to everyone's contribution."
The big guys exchanged glances; none of them believed it was that simple.
I was prepared to be ripped off.
He even planned to simply overturn the table and seize the ranch if the other party made Lion demands.
But Lynn's terms were as simple as beating a shrimp.
Seeing the suspicion in their eyes, Lynn added:
"Of course, when the Hokage Clan's boys go to the battlefield to fight, you leaders will have to take good care of them."
Upon hearing this, the burly man who had come to the ranch to recruit soldiers immediately nodded in understanding.
As they say, the Orks will eventually rise to power through fighting.
The ultimate goal of organizing these competitions is to become the leader on the battlefield, which aligns with the Orks ' logic, making everything reasonable.
"No problem!" it was the first to confidently declare.
"It's just passing on a message, right? Leave it to me! From now on, when the Hokage Clan's kids go to the battlefield, my people will definitely protect them!"
With the first one taking the lead, the other big shots followed suit.
The two sides quickly reached an agreement, and that very night, these big shots led their men to spread the news of waaagh GP everywhere.