Chapter 1824 - 937: Thunderous Victory and Defeat

The prosthetics with crude designs that even left welding scars, as well as faces marked by either determination or smiles, sent the breath of the Wilderness towards all spectators.

And at the moment the starting gun fired, what it brought was unprecedented shock!

Beneath the erupting thunder, engines roared crazily, sparks flying everywhere. The contestants, who had been prepared to charge from the start line in awkward poses, suddenly raced out like a storm!

The ground shook.

Shi Ran instinctively grasped the armrest of his seat, only to feel that the armrest, the platform beneath his feet, and even the entire stadium were shaking under the steel feet's stomping.

Though only a little over thirty people started running, it felt as though they were a charging army of thousands.

No safety measures, no courtesy or politeness, disregarding friction and collisions, even actively crashing into opponents!

No friendship, only competition, only the pursuit of first place!

The contestant, who stood at the front row but started slower, was directly shoved aside by those behind, and in the chaos of the starting phase, chain collisions occurred continuously... The collisions were real and straightforward, with falls, rolls, and even being sent flying.

But there was no time to lament for those who fell, as the shouts and roars of the crowd were like a tide, filling the entire stadium and even the whole exposition area!

On screens throughout the area, all visitors instinctively stopped in place, staring intently at the scenes on the screen.

So fast!

Unimaginably fast...

Even before the event organizers had time to escort the fallen contestants off the field, some had already completed a lap, racing past the flashing warning lights, followed by another, and another, and another...

The racetrack, akin to a racing circuit, vastly differed from typical athletics standards, with each lap exceeding a kilometer. A complete marathon scale was just a little over thirty laps.

If they truly sprinted at maximum speed for the entire course, it wouldn't even take ten minutes to finish!

And this was after the organizing committee specifically restricted the power output and vetoed numerous bizarre modification plans... Otherwise, everyone might be flying by now!

According to the scene's speed indicators, the speed of the first runner at the starting sprint even exceeded 270 kilometers per hour!

It was pure slingshot acceleration!

In the slow-motion replay, the viewers in front of the screen could even see close-ups of the prosthetic limbs operating, sparks shooting out.

Under the reverse curve bionic construction like a gazelle's, every stomp on the ground caused the foot, ankle, knee, and hip, four joints, to compress like springs, then extend.

In the incoming fierce wind, even their faces twisted.

Clearly, a middle-aged man emaciated down to skin and bones, now eyes reddened, blood vessels visible, controlled the violent machine complementing his body, racing with all his might on the track!

He laughed out loud.

Never before had there been such a sense of freedom and liberation!

Sadly, in the sixth lap, the design's weak point revealed itself, his right leg fractured. Losing balance, he was thrown out of the field, crashing into the barrier, provoking a wave of exclamations.

Yet those behind did not hesitate, instead, they began sprinting again!

Accelerate! Accelerate!

Accelerate again!

Shi Ran clutched the armrest, staring intently at the scene in the field.

Regretfully, not only did he lack sympathy for the injured contestant's plight, but instead, the sight before him stirred his blood!

Even brought tears to his eyes.

Life?

Ah, at certain times, indeed important and worthy of respect.

But once you're on the track, the paramount concern is no longer that!

It's about achieving faster speeds, greater leads, and even more decisive strengths!

That's why he loves extreme rally races!

Call it brutal, call it callous, but every driver in the Desert Sea rally race is this kind of lunatic, someone who risks their life for victory.

Nothing at this moment is more alluring or more magnificent than this spectacle.

This, damn it, is what a competition truly is!