Chapter Forty-Five: The Ultimate Battle (Part Three)
Speed! Do you remember how fast Ruthrine ran in the wind tunnel back then? 503 kilometers per hour! Now, that is exactly the number displayed on Mo Shu’s speedometer!
Wait! This is the GTCC circuit, not a Super Formula race. No! Even Super Formula cars can only reach speeds close to 400 kilometers per hour! That number—503—made many people instinctively rub their eyes. They needed to be certain they were watching a GTCC race.
This speed had already surpassed the maximum limit ever set on the Qingcheng circuit, and at the same time, it broke the highest speed record since GTCC began!
Black Mirror could only watch, eyes wide, as Mo Shu’s taillights disappeared before him once again. He even felt as though he were dreaming. What kind of speed was this? How could it be possible?
Shao Peng and Jiang Xuan, the commentators at the scene, fell silent.
The studios of major websites broadcasting the race quieted.
Even the scrolling messages on the screen stopped.
The lively discussion among the Star fans faded away.
On this very ordinary yet extraordinary Sunday afternoon, everyone watching the GTCC at Qingcheng was left speechless. The audience stands at the Qingcheng circuit fell as silent as a grave.
Miraculous!
Mo Shu was indeed miraculous. Only a year into the racing world, he had already captivated countless fans and shocked every competitor.
As for Weiermin, Blake Gordon, and others, one wonders if they, somewhere in the world, were fuming at this very moment.
“Mo God!!!”
On the stands at Qingcheng, someone was the first to recover and shout to the sky, breaking the long-held stillness.
That cry awakened all the spectators immersed in disbelief, and in an instant, every face showed surprise and admiration.
They exchanged words and praise, and even strangers became like longtime friends, united by witnessing this miracle. Some young men and women who had never met before embraced each other, unable to contain their excitement.
Everyone shouted and cheered in unison. If the roar from the stands was thunderous, even that would be an understatement.
“Mo God!”
“Mo God!”
“Mo God!”
“Mo God!”
The entire Qingcheng circuit erupted, the roar of car engines drowned out by the cheers of the crowd.
Shao Feng, the commentator, spoke with trembling excitement, “503 kilometers per hour, ladies and gentlemen! 503 kilometers per hour! What an astonishing number! I believe this number, for GTCC—no, for the entire racing world of China—should and must be a milestone that marks a new era!”
“You’re absolutely right!” Jiang Xuan responded, equally moved. “I was wrong to doubt Star Racing and Mo Shu earlier. Their tactical planning was truly a reversal of conventional thinking. I believe they’re very much like I was in my youth—pioneers, brave innovators in the racing field. It seems I’m getting old; I need to learn from them!”
Even as he spoke, Jiang Xuan couldn’t resist praising himself.
Online, the excitement was almost overwhelming!
“Mo God is mighty! 503 will be my lucky number from now on!”
“503—driving the fastest supercar in the world wouldn’t reach this level in a straight line. Mo God never disappoints!”
“Oh my, Mo God, take me to glory!”
“A miracle, a miracle, oh my goodness, a miracle!”
“Do you all remember me? I’m Star Bunny; looks like I won’t have to do a live broadcast eating something gross. Hahaha!”
“We Star Carrots have also escaped disaster. Kneeling in thanks to Mo God!”
Of course, some chatterbox fans posted lengthy speeches.
“Mo God! He’s not just a driver; he’s a great thinker, educator, revolutionary! That divine speed forces his rivals to rethink their lives and, invisibly, teaches every frog in the well the importance of self-awareness. More importantly, how can 503 kilometers per hour be called merely a miracle? It’s a divine act! I believe that this number, in the near future, will spark a wave of reform in the Chinese and even global racing world!”
“Well said above! Not only do I worship Mo God, but I also worship you!”
“Agreed! I support this!”
“Let’s keep this thread going!”
“Let the Black Donkeys of Kunsheng Racing cry their eyes out!”
Star Racing fans were jubilant, and the scrolling comments and posts arrived so quickly they were impossible to keep up with.
However, a few dissenting voices hadn’t vanished entirely.
“Mo Dog fans, don’t celebrate too soon! The race isn’t over yet!”
“Don’t draw conclusions before the final moment!”
“My Black Mirror won’t be defeated so easily! Just wait and see!”
A handful of Kunsheng Racing fans still showed remarkable spirit, barely hanging on.
But their persistence matched Black Mirror’s own state. Still in the car, he was utterly crushed inside.
He hadn’t even seen clearly how Mo Shu disappeared into the distance—it all happened in the blink of an eye. One moment a car was right beside him, and the next, it was gone without a trace.
Black Mirror was stunned. He couldn’t imagine what kind of speed that was.
Was it a god? Was a god truly driving that car?
If it really was a god, how could Black Mirror dare to compete against divine driving skills?
The race had lost all suspense. The remaining dozen laps were like garbage time in a basketball game, the competition’s meaning entirely gone.
For Kunsheng Racing and for Black Mirror, all that was left was to circle the track, dazed and discouraged.
Strategy, tactics, performance, technique—none of it mattered anymore.
A crushing defeat!
A total, undeniable defeat!
A complete loss with no chance to fight back!
Black Mirror lowered the head he once considered noble.
“Did Black Mirror retire from the race??!!!” Shao Peng’s eyes widened in the live broadcast, seeking confirmation.
“Did he just give up?” Jiang Xuan turned quickly to check the official information display in the studio.
“Wow! Kunsheng surrendered!”
The teams received the news first. In the pit room, all Star Racing crew members raised their arms in triumph!
Wang Yu relayed the news of Black Mirror’s retirement to Mo Shu over the team radio, his hands frantically searching his phone to call Zhang Aimin and report the fantastic news.
Mo Shu, still ten laps from finishing, was grinning with joy.
It was the most heartfelt smile he’d had in a long while. Though his helmet and fireproof balaclava concealed it, his eyes now shone with extraordinary delight and excitement.
Uncle Zhang, Old Wang, Wang Yining, Ruthrine, Li Xun, Geng Hua, and all those rivals who opposed him—Mo Shu had proved himself to everyone, proved he was strong, brave, and full of the courage to challenge. He had shown the world the significance of dreams, perseverance, and relentless effort!
In the final lap, Mo Shu deliberately slowed his car down—to only 50 kilometers per hour, a testament to his overwhelming lead.
Like a hero, Mo Shu circled the track in tribute!
Applause, cheers, smiling faces, and jubilant shouts—Mo Shu, surprisingly, did not shed a tear this time. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he wished to hold back a little longer; Mo Shu wanted to wait until the entire Star Racing team was gathered before him, so he could fully release the gratitude and excitement flooding his heart.