The man with the ramen-noodle-shaped haircut carried a sports car, and flames shot into the sky wherever he went.

The intense heat released from his body.

It can even melt the surrounding snow and ice.

A deep ditch was left on the mountain road.

Melted ice water and snow water flow continuously down the mountain along the deep gully.

After being removed from the high-temperature range, it froze again at an astonishing speed.

The speed at which the instant noodle hair grows is also astonishing.

It took half a day.

They had already caught up with the main force ahead.

"Get out of the way, all of you get the fuck out of the way!"

The ramen-headed man's roar echoed through the mountains like thunder.

He carried the sports car and drove recklessly all the way.

They forcefully tore a path through the convoy.

Holy crap!

"Whose general is this, that he is so brave?"

"The car has come to life; it's riding on people?"

"Holy crap, it has to be a sports car. It's lightweight, you can carry it, which greatly increases the speed."

"......"

A chorus of screams erupted from the convoy.

People were stunned and amazed by the ramen-head's incredible feat.

"team leader!"

"Is that our captain?"

"Hey? What is our captain doing?"

"......"

Among them were members of the "Instant Noodle Hair" team.

They recognized him immediately the moment they saw the ramen-noodle hair and the cool sports car.

"Could this guy be the captain of that racing team?"

"......"

Gradually, some survivors from other teams also realized the situation.

More than 100,000 people.

Among them are some ultimate sports car enthusiasts.

They don't mind that the sports car has a small interior space.

They still maintain their original hobbies.

They drove the sports car into the sacred mountain.

But, they do possess such strength.

Everyone immediately thought of the regional leader who stood at the forefront of the region.

Among the nine leaders.

One of them was driving a sports car.

"What's going on?"

"How did he come from behind?"

"Could it be that they just entered the sacred mountain?"

"......"

One question after another spread among the survivors, filling them with curiosity and speculation about the appearance of the instant noodle hair.

Someone even recorded a video of a ramen noodle-head holding a sports car and speeding forward, and then posted it in a chat channel.

"Holy crap, who is this?"

"You can do that?"

"Small vehicles are just so damn reckless! If this were my big RV, even ten of me couldn't lift it!"

"......"

There weren't many messages in the chat channel.

Most of the survivors are currently busy harvesting the monsters that are darting out from both sides of the road.

Some convoys were taking turns attacking.

Some people are attacking, while others are resting.

Despite the frequent appearances of monsters on both sides.

However, these monsters are not a significant threat.

So, it did make many people relax.

They gradually began to shift their attention to the chat channel.

Survivors from different paths would even exchange information about the monsters they encountered and their combat experiences.

They boasted about how awesome their racing team was.

How many monsters did they kill?

"That's amazing!"

"Is this the skill level of a top-tier survivor?"

"Just by running forward, you melted the surrounding ice and snow?"

"......"

People in the chat channel watched the video and couldn't help but sigh at the melting ice crevice beneath the instant noodle man's feet.

"That's not right. Logically speaking, shouldn't the strongest people in those regions be ahead of us?"

How did he manage to rush up from behind you?

"......"