284: Chapter 286 Jiang Chen personally participated in the competition, driving a Wuling Hongguang.

At the starting line of the Saturns Rings circuit, the atmosphere was stretched to the breaking point.

It was an energy light rail tens of thousands of kilometers long, extending straight into the deep darkness, flanked by countless flickering ice crystals and dust; it was tragically beautiful, and cold enough to make one's teeth chatter.

Looking around, this was a true "contest of ten thousand races."

To the left was a biological spaceship from Scorpius, resembling a giant sea snake winding through the vacuum, its entire body covered in dark blue armor.

To the right was a mechanical fighter from Orion, forged entirely from memory metal, emitting not flames, but brilliant particle streams carrying a certain radiation wavelength.

These spaceships were all the ancestral treasures of their respective civilizations, and some even bore plaques reading "Galaxy-Level Racing Champion."

That was the honor of a civilization.

It was also a direct collision of technological power.

However, in the middle of these rows of high-tech, even somewhat Lovecraftian-looking warships, there sat a distinct anomaly.

It was a wuling hongguang.

Its iconic micro-van exterior looked so shabby, so... overestimating its own capabilities, against the backdrop of these massive spaceships that were hundreds of meters long.

Even the car paint had peeled off in many places, revealing the somewhat rustic sheet metal underneath. A huge "Mount Akina Speed God" sticker was plastered on the roof, and a slightly crooked "Intern" sign hung on the rear.

In front of monitoring screens across the universe, billions of alien creatures fell silent at this moment.

"Are the people of the Dragon Kingdom insulting this competition?"

"An iron shell without even a thruster, what kind of joke is this?"

"Where is the engine on this thing? Is it pushed by hand?"

"I look at those four wheels... are they made of rubber? In the low temperature of the Saturns Rings, they will freeze into glass and shatter in a second!"

"Jiang Chen... this man, is he really courting death?"

Sitting in the command room, watching this scene from a god's-eye view, General Qin Weiguo felt the corners of his eyes twitch.

He knew Jiang Chen had performed some magical modifications.

But driving a wuling hongguang onto the Saturns Rings?

This wasn't just a flex.

This was rubbing the intelligence of the entire universe into the ground!

"Boss, are you really sure..."

Zhao Gang's voice trembled slightly over the channel, "Can this car run? Why do I feel like it can't even shift into first gear?"

"Just watch and see."

Jiang Chen sat in the driver's seat, fiddling with the slightly worn gear stick, a wicked smile appearing on his face.

He raised his hand and pulled the seatbelt.

"Click."

"Old Zhao, remember this."

"There are no trash tools in this world, only drivers who don't know how to drive."

"For a true god of racing, things like antimatter engines and Curvature Engine are just toys for children."

"This car of mine..."

He gently stroked the worn steering wheel, "Not only has the top-tier drive system, but also the most 'unreasonable' auxiliary program."

"As long as I want to win."

"Even if the Solar System orbit collapses, this car can still drive across the finish line."

"Timer: Five, four, three..."

The massive interstellar referee platform above the track roared.

"Two!"

"One!"

"Vroom—!"

No warm-up, no roaring fire from particle thrusters at the start.

The moment the starting signal turned green.

That plain-looking van actually... "vanished" from the spot.

It didn't accelerate away.

It was as if it had been erased, instantly shifting from the starting line to a hundred meters ahead.

That sudden, eerie displacement left the Scorpius biological spaceship beside it, which was accelerating wildly, in an awkward state of stagnation.

"What... what technology is this?"

The Commander of the Scorpius ship hadn't recovered from the shock, and before its giant compound eyes could see clearly, it felt an irresistible force pushing it back.

No.

That wasn't aerodynamics.

That was spatial gravity forcibly compressed by Jiang Chen!

"Is this the so-called 'start at the peak'?"

Jiang Chen sat in the cockpit, looking at the "speedometer" on the screen that instantly surpassed all other spaceships.

The needle had long since jumped off the dial, because "speed" under the influence of the Curvature Engine was simply a pseudo-proposition.

"Is this the so-called interstellar racing?"

He hooked the corner of his mouth into a cruel arc, stepped on the gas, and flicked the steering wheel; in that instant, the van completed a beautiful drift in the vacuum.

The tires clearly had no point of contact, but it completed the drift in that debris field!

This was the terror of the Law of Causality.

If you say it's drifting, it's drifting.

Regardless of whether there's a road around you, regardless of whether it's a vacuum!

"Move aside!"

Jiang Chen spoke into the intercom, his tone as relaxed as if he were driving in a busy city, "Don't block the way! I still have to go back and make milk powder for my daughter!"

"There's a drainage ditch ahead."

"That's where I made my name."

"Are these guys worthy of competing with me for the lane?"

He jerked the steering wheel, his series of operations fluid and breathtakingly fast; with every turn, the wuling hongguang was like a grim reaper harvesting souls, precisely skimming past every obstacle.

Behind him.

Those so-called "high-end civilization" spaceships were now completely panicked.

Watching the van navigate the complex ice rings of Saturn as if there were no one else there, even casually drifting past them, all their engine power was pushed to overload levels.

"Damn it! How can it turn?!"

"This is a vacuum! There's no resistance, how can it generate the grip for a lateral drift?!"

"It's cheating with gravity! That Dragon Kingdom man! He must be using some kind of gravity field to cheat!"

However.

No matter how they screamed, adjusted tactics, or activated interference waves.

That car remained firmly ahead of them.

It didn't even need to look at the road.

Because it created the road itself.

Just as the race entered the white-hot stage, with all spaceships accelerating wildly.

A large, dense field of meteorite fragments suddenly appeared on the track ahead.

It was a line of death, each meteorite carrying enough kinetic energy to shatter an asteroid; the alien civilization's spaceships slowed down one after another, trying to avoid it.

Only Jiang Chen did not.

He didn't even touch the brakes; instead, he floored the gas pedal.

"Want to see a drainage ditch drift?"

"Then watch closely."

"What is called — a true god of racing."

He turned the steering wheel sharply.

No slowing down, no swerving.

The wuling hongguang actually charged directly toward a massive ice rock on the outer edge of the track. At the moment of imminent collision, a golden light flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes.

[Logic Rewrite: There is no rock ahead, it is a flat drainage ditch.]

In an instant.

The surrounding space actually changed because of his will.

Under the gaze of everyone.

The giant rock, which could have smashed any metal hull into scrap, automatically collapsed and gave way to both sides at the moment of contact with the van.

The deadly meteorite that had originally blocked the lane actually became a perfect arc under Jiang Chen's operation, a "drainage ditch" that allowed the wheels to glide over smoothly!

Jiang Chen even had the leisure to reach out of the car window and wave at the dumbfounded alien warships behind him:

"Bye-bye now!"

"Go back and practice before coming back!"

"Whether you can overtake my car in this lifetime depends on your ancestral graves... no, wait, it depends on whether your engines are burning hot enough!"

The car body, carrying a violent airflow, instantly disappeared into the nebula in the distance.

And on the entire track, only those alien warships that were still flashing indicator lights in shock remained.

They collectively crashed.

What's the point of racing?

You can even turn the rules of space into a drainage ditch.

How do you expect me to race?

This isn't a race at all; this is a — spiritual humiliation to their entire civilization!

Jiang Chen, sitting in the driver's seat, looked at the far-leading distance on the screen, exhaled a long breath, and felt completely comfortable.

Although it was still a bit boring, at least these aliens were finally behaving themselves now.

"Job done."

Jiang Chen moved his hand away from the steering wheel and casually pressed the autopilot button, "Back to cook for Hill, and by the way... think about how to slice those God-level Civilization."

Zhao Gang looked at the already unreachable finish line ahead, his mouth twitching wildly.

He looked at the "Racing Champion" betting slip in his hand that he hadn't thrown away yet, which he had casually asked for from a passerby.

"Boss."

Zhao Gang took a deep breath and asked in a complex tone:

"Along the way, this Hongguang of ours, everything rattles except the horn."

"But it actually won."

"Do you think these defeated aliens will be angry enough to dismantle our junk car in a while?"

"Dismantle?"

Jiang Chen took out a spicy gluten snack again, slowly tearing open the package, "If they dare to dismantle it, I will let them know what 'scrap car recycling service' is."

"After all."

He looked at the piece of Saturns Rings in the distance that had been shattered by the collision just now, his eyes revealing a calmness that suffocated the universe:

"This car..."

"Is our Earth's, for the next few thousand years —"

"Ancestral totem!"

After speaking, he stuffed the spicy, fiery-scented snack into his mouth, even comfortably squinting his eyes.

On this track full of stars.

In front of this group of enemies whose civilization level was shockingly high.

He, Jiang Chen, was the one who brought the world's most rustic specialty, drove the worst car, yet ran the fastest —

God of racing.

And that Saturns Rings track, which had completely collapsed because of this "drainage ditch drift," was like a scar, deeply engraved on the star map of the Milky Way Galaxy, becoming an eternal, unhealable psychological shadow in the hearts of all civilizations.

Even thousands of years later, when this generation of civilization had turned to dust.

That legend about the "wuling hongguang" would still be the most absurd and chilling —

Myth under this starry sky.

And that man named Jiang Chen.

Was striding forward toward the abyss of the universe, carrying a ship full of local specialties.