285: Chapter 287 Drainage Ditch Around the Bend! Wuling Hongguang Instantly Destroys Starship

In the frigid zone of the Saturns Rings, gravitational tides were roaring madly.

Countless shattered ice crystals, like violent bullets, flew chaotically through the dark vacuum, striking the defense towers on both sides of the track and emitting a dense clanging sound.

This was the ultimate stretch of the first Milky Way Galaxy F1 Grand Prix—the right-angle drifting zone known as the "Death Curve."

Dozens of top-tier starships from various galaxies were currently like a flock of frightened penguins, carefully decelerating, attempting to pass through this gravitational vortex capable of destroying any conventional propulsion system.

And just as they were decelerating, shifting gears, and correcting their course.

A silver-white light forcibly cut into their field of vision.

It was the wuling hongguang.

This van, with its mottled exterior and "Mount Akina" sticker, completely ignored the high-speed rotating ice boulders. Its tires didn't even touch the pre-set track; instead, it charged directly toward the bottomless, death-defying gravitational chasm on the outer edge of the track.

"Lunatic!"

Behind, a biological warship from the Scorpius constellation emitted a shrill electronic scream:

"That Dragon Country person is crazy! Is he going to drive his iron box into the black hole abyss?!"

"What is inside that vehicle? Is that an antimatter engine? Why does it not need to decelerate at all during high-speed rotation? This violates the theorem of centripetal force!"

Jiang Chen sat in the driver's seat.

His hand resting on the steering wheel with the wuling logo was as steady as a precision instrument.

His gaze was not fixed on the regular track ahead, which had been blocked by meteorites, but was locked firmly onto the "ditch" on the side—a forbidden zone for countless civilizations—which was actually a gravitational gully naturally formed by stellar fragments.

"Ditch cornering."

Jiang Chen softly uttered these words, his tone as calm as if he were drinking water.

"System, Law of Causality lock."

"Apply a logic to this vehicle: 'At this very moment, the road surface is asphalt.'"

[Ding!]

[1000 energy points consumed.]

[Logic rewritten.]

The next second.

A miracle occurred.

The van, which should have plunged headlong into the abyss, arrogantly tilted, its two left wheels suspended in mid-air, while its two right wheels gripped the edge of the bottomless "ditch" firmly.

It was like a mischievous child dancing on the edge of a cliff.

Not only did it not fall.

Furthermore, under that bizarre Law of Causality correction, it generated an unscientific, formidable grip capable of making Newton rise from his grave in anger.

"Swish!"

The engine let out a roar that reached the depths of the soul.

That sound was definitely not the explosion of a fuel engine, but the pure metallic vibration after space was forcibly torn apart.

The wuling hongguang had completed the turn.

It drew a shockingly perfect arc along the edge of that deadly chasm with an elegant yet arrogant posture.

The "Intern" sign on the rear of the car even whipped a contemptuous arc through the air.

"Whoosh!"

In the instant before all the competing starships could react, Jiang Chen, covered in ice shards and stardust, had already completed an all-around overtake of all the top-tier warships from the side.

This wasn't a race at all.

This was a public execution!

In the command room, the group of alien Commanders who had just mocked it as an "iron box" were completely petrified.

Watching the van display "miraculous" maneuvering at the curve on the screen, they felt their logic matrices undergoing formatting.

"What is that?"

A leader of a civilization with three heads screamed, its tentacles leaving imprints on the console due to extreme shock, "That shape! That logo! Why does a broken transportation tool from a low-level civilization produce a gravitational shift exceeding my mothership?!"

"Logic error!"

"This is definitely space jumping! Or some kind of dimensional escape technique not yet discovered!"

"We've been deceived! That's not a van at all! That's an interstellar cruiser hiding under a disguise!!!"

In their eyes, losing to Jiang Chen was acceptable.

But losing to a van with a "Mount Akina" sticker?

This was simply rubbing their civilization's dignity against the moon and then sprinkling it with salt!

"It's not over yet."

Jiang Chen looked at the group of starships in the rearview mirror that had been left so far behind they couldn't even see his exhaust, and smiled faintly.

He didn't slow down.

Instead, he stepped on the accelerator and sped toward the deepest part of the Saturns Rings.

"Since you all can't keep up."

"Then let's..."

"Pick up the pace a bit more."

He faced the livestream, revealing a sunny yet Versailles-style expression that made the entire universe's scalp tingle:

"Hey folks, don't blink."

"What I'm about to perform next is the most classic move from our Dragon Country veteran drivers."

"It's called..."

"The Universal Unified Ditch Cornering!"

After speaking, he made another rough, even slightly insulting turn of the wheel.

The wuling hongguang's originally dilapidated body actually flickered with a layer of faint blue-gold light at this moment.

That was high-level nano-repair armor from the Wasteland civilization.

Although Jiang Chen didn't spray new paint to save money, he had covered the car body in a "nano-coat" to prevent it from being scratched by the alien starships' artillery during the race.

"Sizzle—"

In this instant, this wuling hongguang was not just a car.

It became a beam of light.

It became a scalpel, flashing with blinding light, plunged into the heart of the Milky Way Galaxy...

"Scalpel."

It shuttled crazily through the dense cluster of ice boulders, moving so fast that even the monitoring capture system experienced severe frame loss.

Those ice boulders, larger than aircraft carriers, were smashed into powder by the inconspicuous "gravitational deflector" on the front of the wuling hongguang before they could even strike the car body.

The alien starships behind that had originally tried to follow and eat dust completely gave up resistance at this moment.

They stopped in place, the particle streams ejected from their engines drawing gray, defeated lines in the starry sky, as if they had accepted their fate.

It's impossible to win.

Really impossible to win.

What on earth did these Earthlings grow up eating?

Why could a small, seemingly cheap-to-the-extreme noodle-making car run at a pace faster than light and more precise than the Grim Reaper?

And near the finish line.

Jiang Chen had already stopped the car.

He jumped out of the driver's seat, pulled a bottle of iced Sprite from his pocket, took a big gulp, and let out a sigh of relief.

He even had the leisure to glance at the time.

"Only three minutes passed?"

Jiang Chen shook his head, clearly not satisfied with this result, "It seems the mental fortitude of these alien contestants is still not up to par."

"I originally wanted to play a few more laps."

"But before the drifting reached its climax, they all gave up."

"Tsk, boring."

At this moment, the bullet comments in the livestream had entered a state of "extreme chaos."

Billions of bullet comments stacked together, it was as if they had blown up the entire Earth's server.

[Awesome! I just want to ask who else! Who else can drive a wuling hongguang to win the championship in the Milky Way Galaxy F1 Grand Prix?]

[wuling hongguang, that is my God!]

[That's the Saturns Rings! God Jiang, aren't you afraid of knocking Saturn out of orbit?]

[God Jiang: Sorry, I just didn't want them to run too slowly, and by the way, I gave the Saturns Rings a manicure.]

[Hahahaha! God Jiang's line 'Ditch cornering' is simply soul-stirring output! I understand now, God Jiang is hinting: Our infrastructure has already been laid to the end of the universe!]

It truly has been laid to the end of the universe.

After that absurd race ended, those originally arrogant alien civilizations looked at that van parked in front of the finish line, not even a flake of paint scratched off.

They finally realized one thing.

Here.

In this Solar System.

The so-called "technological hegemony," the so-called "civilization level."

In the hands of the man named Jiang Chen, they were nothing more than building blocks that could be played with like Lego at any time.

"Time for the award ceremony."

Jiang Chen stood up and looked at those alien civilization representatives, each pale-faced, looking as if they had lost their wife's dowry.

He did not mock them.

He just walked calmly toward the place where the trophy was placed.

Although that so-called trophy was actually just a broken wheel axle dismantled from some warship just now.

"Everyone."

Jiang Chen turned around, facing the circle of lined-up alien captives and contestants, his face showing no excitement from winning the race.

He appeared very calm.

That calmness was like facing a pile of meaningless data.

"The race is over."

"Whether you won or lost, clean your ships for me."

"Our..."

He pointed to the planet in the distance, his eyes suddenly becoming profound at this moment, as if something was waiting for him inside:

"Our expedition..."

"Has only just reached..."

"The first stop."

He threw the helmet in his hand to Zhao Gang, and then, under the terrified gazes of all the alien civilizations, strode toward the boarding bridge of the luan bird.

Behind him.

On the track that had been battered into a mess.

The wuling hongguang's taillights were still stubbornly red, as if sending a final...

Mockery to this cold universe.

"Heading home."

He whispered, his voice carrying a chilling ambition.

"Because I have cheats, you fools."

This self-deprecating remark was amplified infinitely in the communication channel, eventually becoming an eternal spell.

Resounding through this place, where no one dared to show their head to Earth again...

The Dark Forest.

The entire Milky Way Galaxy was silent at this moment.

And Jiang Chen.

Was speeding toward the unknown abyss, carrying his ship full of local specialties and alien captives.

This game of chess.

Is not over yet.

And those civilizations still watching from behind finally understood that in front of this young man, all technology was a joke, and all resistance was a futile struggle.

Their only choice now was to bow their heads.

And then...

Hope that this "Milky Way Galaxy Village Chief" would give them less grief during the next rent collection.

This was the rule.

Personally set by that man who drives a van...

The First Law of the Universe.

The story.

In this crazy starry sky, it was still being written.