Chapter 150: The Celestial Lord Does Not Back Down

If you can't beat them, join them.

Mo Shu never expected this kind of routine to be popular in this world as well, and he felt a sense of sorrow for the two Supreme Masters.

"What kind of Supreme Masters? Cowards!" bursts of dissatisfaction erupted from the spectator stands.

In fact, such matters had long since become commonplace.

The modern world revered the principle of "success makes a king and failure makes an outlaw." No matter how much backbone a person had, and no matter how grand their ideals were, without winning, very few people would ever offer recognition.

What was more, the Redemption Game was a matter of life and death, and winning was the sole rule for many to survive.

Guan Mie was thrilled. Without lifting a finger, he had recruited two Supreme Masters. Looked at this way, he truly had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

Although Guan Mie possessed some wealth, it could hardly compare to that of the Supreme Masters. Not to mention that he had previously lacked any notable reputation, the addition of the two Supreme Masters would instantly make him famous and vastly increase his status—a move that played right into his wishes.

Ha, when good fortune arrives, nothing can stop it! Guan Mie could not conceal the joy radiating from him; who wouldn't be happy in his shoes?

"Well, now that's settled, and all problems are resolved, shall we begin?" Guan Mie playfully pointed toward the track.

"Damn it, I'm the only Six Realms Supreme Master left," Cabot muttered to himself, feeling deeply depressed.

"Great Master, don't worry, the four of us have your back." Mo Shu patted Cabot on the shoulder, offering his deep sympathy.

Cabot smiled bitterly and patted Mo Shu's hand in return, then opened the car door to prepare for the race.

"Great Master, let me tell you, it doesn't matter if you get overtaken by your opponent; I can slow down so you can overtake them again. Their sensor can't tell friend from foe, as long as any car passes by, it'll be fine." Mo Shu leaned against the car window and whispered instructions to Cabot, while the other three stood behind nodding vigorously.

Cabot was extremely surprised. Mo Shu, whom he had never met before, was actually willing to sacrifice himself to keep him alive, which truly touched him somewhat.

Yet he still didn't quite understand the specifics of this tactic. If Mo Shu and his teammates kept cooperating, taking turns overtaking each other to save their lives, wouldn't they also be able to finish the race smoothly?

Mo Shu stated that was absolutely impossible. Didn't Guan Mie say that passive racing and evading competition would cause the bombs to detonate manually?

Therefore, even with teammates continually cooperating, it could not prevent the bomb on the car from exploding at any moment.

Could it be that Mo Shu had decided to sacrifice himself? Cabot almost shed tears of emotion.

"Hey, hey, hey, Great Master, don't get so emotional. I understand that you're getting older and easily sentimental, but I'm not that stupid. I've made quite a bit of money recently, and I still want to live well and enjoy the pleasure of spending it. Sigh... why am I even talking about this? Anyway, just listen to me and you won't go wrong, I have my own way of dealing with it." Mo Shu tried hard to comfort the last Supreme Master left on the track.

"Are you sure this will work?" Cabot remained uneasy.

"Rest assured, you just need to focus entirely on winning first place, and leave the rest to me!" Mo Shu gave a thumbs up, turned around, and got into his car.

On Mo Shu's side were five white cars, while on Guan Mie's side were five black cars.

Sitting inside the white cars were the current masters and Supreme Masters of the racing world, while those driving the black cars were sinister drivers harbouring various ulterior motives.

The highest-specification automotive battle in the global racing world was about to break out unexpectedly on the Cloud Crest Peak, located less than a hundred kilometers away from Nanshan City.

Mo Shu smiled bitterly to himself. Damn it, there wasn't even a global live broadcast; it really was utterly shabby.

No way! I have to take Guan Mie down, otherwise, whose head am I going to charge my losses to?

Before the cars had even started, the neutral engine speeds had already soared into the red zone.

The black and white teams lined up in separate rows, occupying the left and right lanes respectively.

Mo Shu chose to start from pole position, with Guan Mie positioned precisely to his right.

Cabot and Wang Qing lined up in second and third, the two defector Supreme Masters smiling smugly in the adjacent lane.

Wang Yining was in fourth, and Geng Hua brought up the rear, his purpose being to keep an eye on the Fan brothers and minimize the number of times these weirdos could make trouble.

"Ready!"

It was unknown which daring race queen was still willing to step forward and court danger, waving her silk scarf to give the command.

"Go!!!"

The race queen's charming voice was instantly obliterated, and the roar of the engines made pulses race.

Mo Shu's start was a full half-car length faster than Guan Mie's, and dozens of meters later, he ruthlessly cut in right in front of Guan Mie's car.

As one could imagine, Guan Mie's explosive device had already been activated, with a 15-second countdown ticking away thrillingly by the second.

The spectators once again forgot their own perilous situation, and the cheers and shouts dedicated to Mo Shu rose wave upon wave.

With 10 seconds remaining, Cabot displayed heroic prowess, similarly catching up to Guan Mie. The two cars raced neck and neck, neither showing any weakness.

Though Guan Mie occasionally nosed ahead, as long as his entire car body could not surpass the other, the countdown would not stop.

Guan Mie began to panic; how could Cabot be even more formidable than he had imagined?

Nonsense! You don't just overtake the master of Super Formula whenever you feel like it.

With 5 seconds left, Guan Mie seemed destined to live up to his name and be the first to destroy himself. Driven to desperation, he had no choice but to unleash his first wave of attacks.

"Pop~~~"

A dazzling flash of lightning swept across, and the eight cars other than those of Mo Shu and Guan Mie instantly stalled for no apparent reason.

Of course, the countdowns on the bombs of the affected vehicles would simultaneously pause. To save his own life, Guan Mie was forced to use his Spirit Ring's tier-three skill ahead of schedule.

If his skill also had a 10-minute cooldown, he could basically only use it one more time before the race ended.

Well done! Great Master! Mo Shu felt a surge of excitement.

The spectators also applauded and cheered for Cabot's brilliant tactic. They had thought all the Six Realms Supreme Masters were cowardly wretches like the defectors, but fortunately, Cabot had salvaged some dignity for the title of Supreme Master.

Roughly 30 seconds later, the EMP effect gradually wore off, and the drivers frantically attempted to restart their engines, racing against time.

Unexpectedly, whether because he was too close to Guan Mie or due to some other reason, Inoue Fujiken's engine or electrical system suffered a burnout.

The remaining racing cars sped away, leaving only his car stranded in place.

After fussing and tinkering for a long time, the vehicle still refused to start. As he sank into despair, Inoue Fujiken suddenly realized that the damned bomb had not malfunctioned.

I'm done for... No, that's not the right accent.

Baka yarou!!! Inoue Fujiken cursed angrily.

He kicked open the car door and bolted outward, his speed several notches more efficient than his driving skills.

Yet he hadn't run more than a few steps before Inoue Fujiken felt a wave of intense heat roaring up from behind.

After a small mushroom cloud cleared, apart from his racing car, which had been charred black, a five-meter radius was reduced to nothing but dust, completely empty.

Fortunately, it was far better than losing arms and legs and failing to die completely.

On one hand, it brought a clean and swift end to everything; on the other hand, there were quite a few children in the audience stands.

"Damn it!" The drivers of Guan Mie's team slammed their steering wheels in unison. They didn't care about the value of their teammate's life; they were only worried whether the next target of Mo Shu's team would be themselves.

Stimulated by this, the Fan brothers began to ramp up their efforts, with Fan Yu attempting to squeeze in and push Wang Yining off her racing line.

Yet after squeezing for a long time, that white racing car remained as steady as a rock and as formidable as a tank.

What the hell? Fan Yu couldn't figure it out. Because his opponent was a pretty girl, he had told himself to pick a soft persimmon to squeeze.

Who could have guessed that her tough driving style was even more ferocious than a man's?

Fine then, Fan Yu had no choice but to slow down, intending to team up with Fan Fei to take down Geng Hua.

First, Fan Yu let Wang Yining pull ahead by more than half a car length. Since the two of them had just been driving side by side, the issue of overtaking did not arise.

Afterward, Fan Yu needed to wait for an opportunity to squeeze between Wang Yining and Geng Hua.

This way, by slamming hard on his foot brakes, Geng Hua would be forced to slow down along with him, allowing Fan Fei to overtake from the side and thereby trigger Geng Hua's bomb.

Since the Fan brothers had practiced driving together since childhood and always maintained seamless tacit understanding, Geng Hua, positioned at the tail end of the formation, was now in grave danger.