Special performance

"Will all contestants please check your number plates."

"Once confirmed, the race will begin."

The host stood on a drone, scanning the contestants.

"The race..."

"Start!"

The moment the word was shouted, contestants from different regions exerted force simultaneously.

Their motorcycles shot out like arrows from a bow.

In an instant, the roar of the motorcycles filled the racecourse.

Listening to the roar of the motorcycles and the passionate cheers of the audience,

amid the atmosphere, Lin Yuan felt his blood flow a little faster.

The dopamine in his brain was secreted at a much faster rate.

As expected, fighting is the best way to stir the desires in a man's heart.

A Li was fighting right now.

Riding the latest version of the Black Knight, he was treated as the primary target for elimination by the others.

Several Professionals quickly approached A Li, intending to combine their attacks and knock him out.

But the moment they made their move,

A Li slammed on the throttle and lowered his center of gravity,

vanishing before them like a pangolin.

Due to inertia, the others' motorcycles collided with each other.

With a loud bang, the motorcycles were totaled, and they lost their eligibility to continue the race.

Similar scenes occurred throughout the entire racecourse.

Yang Wudi had just used the same method to take out a group of contestants who treated him like a soft target.

He was now speeding toward the final section.

In just ten minutes, the number of contestants plummeted from ten thousand to two thousand.

Only now could the race be considered to have truly begun.

A Li took the lead, entering the latter half of the course first.

Yang Wudi followed closely behind.

The final section of the course was arc-shaped.

A Li needed to complete the remaining 120 kilometers on this track.

Yang Wudi followed behind A Li with a sharp gaze.

A large black spear appeared in his hand.

He thrust it forward like lightning, aiming straight for the number plate on A Li's back.

A Li gripped his sword backhanded and delivered a powerful, sweeping strike,

knocking Yang Wudi's long spear away.

Under this overwhelming force, Yang Wudi was almost sent flying.

His hand holding the spear went numb, and he was shocked: This strength is simply superhuman.

He considered his strength far superior to other Professionals and had always been the one to crush others with his power.

He hadn't expected to encounter someone with even greater strength today.

Seeing that he couldn't do anything about A Li, Yang Wudi turned his target to others.

Completing the 200 kilometers was a hard requirement, but to win first place, one still had to perform well on the track.

Yang Wudi, holding his large spear, wove through the crowd and eliminated quite a few contestants.

Every time he eliminated someone, he would raise his long spear as a gesture.

The audience was very cooperative, cheering like a roaring tsunami.

"Spear Hero!" "Spear Hero!"

Where there was one, there was a second, and soon the entire stadium was shouting "Spear Hero."

With less than 20 kilometers left in the race, A Li was still far ahead.

But he kept a low profile, and every move he made was a counterattack.

It was so fast that before the audience could see clearly, he had already eliminated his opponent.

Although it was awesome, it lacked entertainment value.

Lin Yuan, sitting in the audience with his arms crossed, shouted,

"A Li, use the darkkin demon sword and play them a tune."

A Li heard him. He looked up and made a shocking move.

He squeezed his legs tightly, and the front wheel of his motorcycle suddenly rose into the air.

A Li took both hands off the handlebars, and a brown violin appeared in his hands.

During the tense and exciting race, A Li openly began to play music.

The melody was passionate and made one's blood boil.

This scene immediately caught the host's attention.

The big screen immediately displayed footage of A Li playing the violin.

"Everyone, look! What is the contestant currently in first place doing?"

"He is celebrating in advance."

"How arrogant! He completely disregards the other contestants."

Knowing what the audience wanted to hear, the host said these words with an exaggerated expression,

instantly igniting the atmosphere of the race.

The remaining contestants were all furious and set their sights on A Li.

"You think you're tough, huh? I'll smash your bike and see if you can keep being arrogant."

Many contestants who felt they had no hope of winning decided to go out with a bang,

charging straight at A Li, wanting to take him down with them.

A Li was playing selflessly and completely ignored the actions of the other contestants.

"The first-place contestant has angered the masses; he needs to be careful."

"The other contestants are terrifying when they go crazy."

Before the host could finish speaking, a red light suddenly appeared at A Li's waist.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The red light kept darting across the racecourse.

In a few moments, A Li was the only contestant left on the entire course.

Everyone else had been eliminated.

Yang Wudi stood holding his long spear, looking in disbelief at his already severed number plate.

"What was that!"

This was also the question the audience wanted to ask.

"What was that!"

"It's a sword!"

With no enemies left, the red light revealed its true form; it was the darkkin demon sword.

The darkkin demon sword hovered behind A Li, dancing gracefully to the rhythm of the violin.

Circle after circle.

With less than one kilometer remaining in the 200-kilometer race,

A Li slowed down as the music reached its crescendo.

The entire racecourse was silent.

A Li reached the finish line, and the music came to an end.

Getting off the motorcycle, A Li bowed to the audience below very elegantly.

Thunderous applause erupted like a raging sea.

The host shouted excitedly,

"We have witnessed a knight who commands thunder."

"He has put on a magnificent and moving concert for us."

"Now, let us cheer loudly for him!"

"The mysterious virtuoso!"

The audience roared like a tsunami, all shouting one name,

"Virtuoso!" "Virtuoso!"

Ghost clapped wildly on the side, "Brother Li is awesome!"

At the same time, he thought to himself: When will I be able to show off like that? What nickname should I come up with then?

Bone Monarch? Skeleton Emperor?

"I was right; A Li is the greatest rival of my life."

Unlike the others who were excited, Ayan clenched his fists tightly, his expression solemn.

"After this appearance today, A Li's popularity will inevitably soar."

"He is almost catching up to me, a Dragon God candidate."

"As expected, becoming a Dragon God is always accompanied by challenges."

"I am ready!"

"I will prove that I am Lin Yuan's strongest Summoned Beast!"

Lin Yuan rubbed his temples, not understanding why Ayan had suddenly become so fired up.

Lin Yuan even suspected that if Ayan became his Summoned Beast, his awakened SSS-grade talent might just be 'Chuunibyou Soul.'

Would that drag him down into being a Chuunibyou too? Damn it.

A Li refused the post-race interview, took his prize—the limited edition Thunder Light Black Knight X—and returned silently to Lin Yuan's side.

"Well done, A Li."

Lin Yuan winked at A Li and teased,

"I think you could totally do some streaming or something in your spare time."

"You might even gain a whole bunch of fangirls."