Ahead was a dense crowd, and further ahead was a huge screen.

A pink-haired woman with large breasts and a slender waist appeared in the center of the screen. She was dressed in extremely revealing clothes and used extremely bold actions and exaggerated words to arouse the enthusiasm of everyone present. Everyone shouted in unison, calling out the name of their gang.

Without a doubt, the most popular choice is the victor.

Even as the lion grows old and frail, the setting sun and the desert still proclaim his glory!

"Haa~~~ Just be careful while driving, and you let me sleep a little longer... Come to think of it, it's all your fault. You're clearly stronger than me, and you even bit me and sucked my blood last night. That was too much."

In the passenger seat, Ellen had her back to Fagar, clutching his discarded director's suit tightly in her arms. Her head was buried deep in the suit's collar, her nostrils twitching slightly as she greedily inhaled its lingering scent.

"If I don't take a bite out of you, with all that candy you've hoarded, I don't know how long you'll keep making a fuss."

Fagar sighed, but his eyes softened as he turned to look at Ellen, and he reached out to pinch her cheek with a touch of affection.

He reluctantly withdrew his hand, still wanting more, and touched the steering wheel, trying his best to restrain his desire and keep his eyes on the road ahead.

Then I kept telling myself: the work is not over yet, everything else has to wait until the work is finished!

Find an opportunity to kill Lucius!

Fagga's eyes narrowed, and the playful, exaggerated tone of Johnny filled her ears as she did the final warm-up.

Thirty, forty, or fifty years ago, a young man left behind a miracle: he plunged into a sea of ​​fire and returned as a hero!

[And in a few minutes, a new hero will recreate the epic ride through the inferno!]

The rules are simple: break through the void, reach the lake of fire, and use the flint to blast away all the damned aether crystals!

Whoever completes the ceremony first will win the title of overlord!

[So...both sides, take your positions—ready...]

[Fire Hell Cycling, the race begins!]

As Johnny playfully drew out his words, the roar of throttles on the track suddenly reached its maximum, followed by a loud gunshot. The pent-up energy of the engines was finally released, and they roared to the sky.

Several plumes of yellow sand suddenly billowed up in the center of the track as each motorcycle sped off at lightning speed!

However, there are differences between different lightning strikes.

In recent years, the son of Caludon has consistently assigned poor lines, making it difficult for even the residents of Wildfire Town to make a living, let alone to provide the latest parts for their locomotives.

Therefore, without a doubt, the participants, including Kaludon, lost due to their poor physical condition. They were at a disadvantage on the initial straight section of the course right at the start of the race, and could only watch helplessly as the three victors sped past, the three trails of yellow sand they kicked up growing farther and farther away until they were no longer visible.

"Don't be discouraged, Caesar, keep up the pace."

Seeing the gap widening, Ies, sitting on the front of Caesar's motorcycle, was somewhat worried about Caesar's mood and reassured him:

"Riding through the Fire Hell tests more than just the motorcycle's configuration. We're about to enter the Void, and there are quite a few remains along the way. As long as we handle them quickly, we still have a chance!"

"I know, Rope Maker!"

Caesar held his breath and stared straight ahead.

She had never felt so excited before; her blood rushed to her head, and she couldn't help but laugh heartily:

"Besides, isn't it even more thrilling to start behind but then launch a desperate counterattack?!"

"That's called turning defeat into victory, Caesar, you... watch out! Something's about to fall!"

Ies suddenly became extremely excited, his eyes fixed on the massive rocks on either side of the valley that were about to fall. Even a slight tremor of them sounded like thunder; it was unimaginable how shocking the moment they actually hit the ground would be.

Caesar also looked up, but instead of horror, his eyes shone with an ever-expanding flame of victory!

In an instant, she drew her sword and threw it, shattering the giant rock in one fell swoop.

Bang!

The giant rock shattered into pieces, scattering like meteors across the ground.

Caesar tilted the chariot upwards, reached out and caught the falling dagger, sheathed it again, and laughed heartily.

"Rope Craftsman, this is the hellish riding experience with a near-death experience, isn't it thrilling!"

"You're really good at using idioms now! Look ahead, there's a telephone pole about to collapse!"

"It's okay, just a small problem!"

Caesar lowered his gaze, a fierce fighting spirit igniting within him, seemingly foreshadowing—

The dominant position in the outer ring is about to change hands!