Alibuda Chronicles Volume 24: Chapter 6 Lightning Speed

After much anticipation, the Formula One Grand Prix in New Orleans finally kicked off today. When I first arrived in New Orleans, I never imagined I would be participating as a driver.

The weather was perfectly clear, with no sign of rain; clearly, someone's weather forecast was wrong.

Inside Amadeus's pit lane, Ah Xue and Yu Ni, disguised in simple clothes, circled the gleaming black car, their curiosity and excitement palpable. I, however, was in a bad mood.

"Hey, why do everyone else have race queens, but the women here are wearing work clothes?"

This was really annoying. From my angle, I could vaguely see the bustling scene outside: flags waving, drums beating, colorful ribbons raining down like they were free, and countless spectators filling the racetrack, erupting in waves of cheers and shouts. The whole scene resembled a grand festival.

In ordinary festivals, there are shrine maidens presiding over the ceremonies. But in this car racing festival, besides the luxury cars and drivers, the shrine maidens are the race queens from each racing team.

Beautiful women and luxury cars complement each other perfectly, a symbol of status and prestige in any country. I don't know who invented race queens, but they certainly have an extraordinary allure. When a sexy, voluptuous young woman sways and twists her hips in an expensive car, the combined attraction would make over 90% of men dream of having her. However, unfortunately… for over 90% of men, it remains just a dream.

Car races are an opportunity to showcase wealth and prestige. Some smaller racing teams with limited funds might hire hourly race queens, but truly wealthy tycoons wouldn't be so hasty. They own independent teams, train them regularly, and their women are not only dressed in sexy uniforms but can also dance and perform, serving as cheerleaders.

Fang Qingshu's Fang family is a prestigious clan in the Golden Flower Federation. Although they are immigrants, centuries of hard work and cultivation have made them integrated into the local community. Therefore, the race queens holding signs and posing for photos there are uniformly voluptuous blonde women. Their

two-piece white tank tops and short skirts accentuate the full, sexy bodies of these blonde beauties, their creamy white skin incredibly alluring in the sunlight. The star-patterned details on their tank tops ripple with the movement of their large, white breasts, creating waves of enticing flesh. When these blonde women exude energy and sway their snow-white bodies enthusiastically, their miniskirts fluttering, their smooth, delicate thighs and colorful shorts becoming another focal point besides the race itself. In

contrast to the local customs of the Golden Flower Federation, the Ishtar elves, having adapted to local culture, are also surrounded by countless flashbulbs, everyone vying to catch a glimpse of the exotic beauty of the elven women.

Unlike the voluptuous blonde Western women, the elven women are slender and tall, with long, graceful limbs. They wear silver-gray jumpsuits, with fabric wrapped around their fair necks, exposing their smooth, pink backs, down to tight shorts and silver-gray boots. While they may lack the voluptuousness of the local Western women, they emphasize the proportions of their bodies and the elegant air of the elven race.

Besides these, there are many other alluring race queens. The Golden Flower Federation is a melting pot of diverse ethnicities and styles. Women with chocolate and pink skin, wearing different uniforms that emphasize their busts or accentuate their hips, create different kinds of alluring charm. For example, one team of race queens of average to above-average looks wears blue uniforms with a heart-shaped cutout at the chest, revealing two mounds of fair, soft breasts that create a deep cleavage. When they sway together, their combined allure is breathtaking.

Almost every race team that can be named has race queens to boost their popularity, with the only exception being the Pure Thought Zen Society. To promote their demand for military action against the Black Dragon Society, they sent members with banners and chanting. The problem was… that group of tall, muscular monks… sigh, I'm not gay, but

I just can't stand these race car mascots. “Nephew, just bear with it. The race car girl uniforms are being rushed to completion; you'll definitely see them at the next race,”

Mao Yan'an said, trying to calm the contestant's anger like a boxing coach about to be laid off. This guy has a strong passion for role-playing. Ever since he heard he could participate in racing, he'd said that a “middle-aged man” was definitely needed for this kind of event. Then, when we arrived at the racetrack, he was wearing gloves, a towel around his neck, and his clothes were stained with oil—he looked like a rough laborer with black hands. At first glance, he even seemed a size bigger.

"No, actually, all of that is fine. What I'm really confused about is, uncle... how did you make your skin turn so dark overnight?"

"Hahaha, that's wisdom! It's the wisdom of an adult! You're too young to understand this wisdom."

"Damn it, I don't care what kind of wisdom it is, just don't use that dirty method of dyeing your skin with foot bath water. If it is, I guarantee Amadeus's wheels will run you over."

Before the race started, I did feel regret. If I dressed Xue and Yu Ni in racing girl outfits, their stunning breasts and beautiful legs would definitely make them the most beautiful women in the world. Amadeus would be a sensation even without starting the race. And if Yue Ying could personally take to the track and wave the checkered flag for me as the president of the council, it would definitely be the envy of all the men in the Golden Flower Federation. However... I know that's impossible. I can only dream about it.

Without further ado, I pulled down the hood, allowing my senses to merge with Amadeus. The car slowly pulled out of the station, and as the starting horn sounded, I raced off, chasing the wind with unparalleled speed.

The merging of man and machine filled my entire being once more with that exhilarating feeling. It wasn't like having wings or superhuman speed; it was as if my soul had detached from my body—an incomparably light and joyful sense of speed that coursed through my entire body like an electric current the moment the four wheels turned.

Even more remarkably, the experience was distinctly different from the test run. During the test run, Amadeus's electronic brain only estimated road conditions and other factors. But now, with countless race cars starting simultaneously, all of this was encompassed by Amadeus's radar calculations, instantly compiling a vast amount of data. This information flowed through my mind, coming and going, arriving in rapid succession. The intensity of the stimulation was completely incomparable to that of a simple test run.

Logically, I should have felt a splitting headache, but after the initial sharp pain, each incoming message felt like an electric current stimulating my pleasure nerves. The intense and frequent impacts far surpassed the extreme pleasure of sexual intercourse, almost causing me to ejaculate in the driver's seat.

(What an evil car! This is so lewd and obscene!)

I'm not sure if this was intentional on the part of the designers, but based on what I've observed, if one doesn't utilize this unconventional method to increase the body's tolerance and processing speed for external stimuli, an untrained driver might die from brain damage after just one ride in this car.

As I began to adapt to the high-speed input of hundreds of messages, maintaining my alertness like a test run, regaining my senses, and extending my thoughts in all directions, a completely different feeling emerged.

There were many cars in all directions, weaving in and out of me at different speeds. Amadeus processed their information, inputting it into my mind. But besides this rational analysis, I seemed to receive something strange as well.

Watching those racing cars racing with all their might, I felt as if I could sense the thoughts of the drivers. For example, the two-wheeled porcupine car to my left was single-mindedly trying to break through the encirclement and reach the front, while the armored fire-breathing turtle car behind it was trying to sneak up on it and take the opportunity to rush to the front.

The two different racing cars to my left and right were probably owned by the same person, or they had a tacit agreement, because they were preparing to use a weapon similar to a ramming machine from both sides to sandwich Amadeus like a "pancake."

Damn... I can sense even this. I'm really amazing.

With all this information in my grasp, knowing myself and my enemy, it would be quite difficult for me to deliberately lose to these losers.

With a command to brake, the rear wheels slid, and Amadeus' speed decreased dramatically. It easily escaped the encirclement of cars on both sides, passing through the narrow gap on the left rear. Immediately, it accelerated. As the two idiots collided and exploded into two magical fireballs, Amadeus used the chaos to speed forward. The

remaining gap between the two cars was extremely narrow. Waiting until the bend to increase the distance between them might have reduced the risk, but with Amadeus's precise calculations, the risk was merely a toy in my hands. With a press of the accelerator, I surged forward, and amidst gasps of amazement from the crowd, my lightning-fast overtaking skill was displayed once again. I forcefully sped through the narrow gap, leaving the two bewildered idiots trailing behind in dust.

(This is awesome!

This is what driving should be like—that's what makes it exhilarating!) My analytical skills and speed are unmatched in the arena. The only real threats are still the original elites.

Last time, I observed them as a spectator, simultaneously assessing Amadeus, the dark horse. This time, I'm in the thick of it, competing against them as an opponent.

Whether it's fate or coincidence, the first person I encountered was Bianca, my least friendly opponent.

Before I even got close, I vaguely sensed her cold and closed-off heart, like an unmelting, thick wall of ice standing before me. It's strange, why are so many of the women I know like this? Bianca is like this, Leng Linglan is like this—is it all my fault? Don't the women themselves bear any responsibility?

As I approached within a certain range, these signals completely ceased. After all, the other party was a highly trained individual with exceptional mental skills. I could only receive her fleeting emotions when she wasn't paying attention. Once Bianca noticed Amadeus's approach and focused her mind, I couldn't receive anything.

I couldn't receive them, but I could still estimate them.

Amadeus quickly listed each possibility after approaching, according to their probability, so I could prepare.

At that moment, the image of the silver-armored elven girl in my eyes suddenly magnified several times. This sudden increase in her presence was a premonition perfectly calculated by Amadeus, indicating that the enemy was about to make a move, and a powerful one at that.

"Hah!"

Just as I predicted, the gleaming halberd swung horizontally, along with dozens of vacuum blades activated by the wind-elemental artifact, slicing through the runway, a devastating barrage of attacks.

(Wow! Damn it, what's the difference between this and a real fight? Do the tournament rules allow this level of interference with your opponent?)

The tournament rules don't say they allow it, but they don't say they don't either, so from a rules perspective, Bianca's actions are perfectly legal, even if I crash and die as a result.

Because of this, in the past, Amadeus drivers could only win by speed alone, unable to fight head-on, and their ranking points were only at the top, unable to defeat a few strong rivals on the leaderboard and secure first place. But this situation will change after Amadeus changes hands today.

Avoiding the Fangtian Halberd's attack isn't difficult, although it will cause innocent casualties later, but I didn't kill them anyway, so why should I repent? With a high-speed lane change, amidst a series of screams and collisions behind me, I had already calmly dodged the attack and began facing the dozens of vacuum blades that followed.

The Vacuum Blades were both swift and numerous. With Amadeus's calculation abilities, it wouldn't be difficult for me to perform another lightning-fast feat, navigating through dozens of vacuum blades. However, I didn't want to be underestimated. Now that the car had changed hands, I needed to pull off something new to live up to the bloodthirsty crowd cheering.

"Amadeus, Earth Defense!"

"Yes, bro."

Although it was earth-based, it wasn't magic. Amadeus somehow managed to instantly absorb a large amount of earth and rocks from the ground, creating a large crater in the track. Of course, those behind him immediately suffered.

Some of the absorbed earth and rocks were ejected as an earth and rock attack, but the main force condensed around the car. In the blink of an eye, Amadeus's size doubled, transforming from a slender and thin figure into a heavy and tall one, making a rumbling sound as he ran. The vacuum blades, striking the highly condensed earth and rocks, only knocked off some dust, having absolutely no effect.

The added weight affected speed, but this weight and size also had advantages. The back-and-forth battles between Bianca and me were happening all the time, causing damage to the track and resulting in the unfortunate corpses of those who perished, making the road conditions a complete mess. Even the best race car would struggle to speed through such conditions. Now, with the added weight, the car became a veritable human bulldozer. I floored the accelerator, and the wheels hurtled forward, trampling over flesh and bones, rumbling and shoving. With

my strange shape and speed, I once again approached Bianca's seat. This threat immediately elicited a reaction from her, but this time she didn't rashly use her halberd; instead, she had a more ruthless scheme.

(Oh, should I use that lion to attack? Its instantaneous attack power might be stronger than the halberd. I shouldn't have overlooked that. The mount itself might also be a heavy weapon.)

Thinking about all this, I was a bit slow. Bianca, poised to strike, was a super practical fighter who acted on impulse. As soon as I approached, she suddenly yanked the reins, and the crystal lion let out a deafening roar.

Normally, turning around at such high speeds is a dangerous maneuver, and even if you could do it, it would slow you down. But magically powered racing cars have some unpredictable abilities that come into play in situations like this.

As the roar resounded, all the wind elements within a radius of several dozen meters were drawn in and manipulated, forming a wind barrier. Within this barrier, everything seemed to freeze; speed, time, and sensation were all as if encased in ice. Only the ever-growing, transparent lion charged forward like a raging storm, like a raging fire, its sharp claws already upon me in the blink of an eye.

Even without Amadeus's data, I knew I couldn't withstand this powerful attack. This concentrated attack was far more potent than a random explosion of gunpowder. If my estimation was correct, the earthen barrier would be destroyed and dissipated instantly, and Amadeus's vehicle would suffer considerable damage from the impact. If there was a second attack, I certainly wouldn't be able to withstand it. I

couldn't withstand it, but why should I?

Bianca, this woman who became psychologically disturbed simply from being face-shot, wasn't stupid, but her fighting style was too monotonous. She seemed unable to imagine that I could not only deliver a blowjob to her mouth but also blow up her car right before her eyes.

With a deafening bang, the previously absorbed and aggregated rock hull exploded into fragments, like thousands of crossbows firing simultaneously, shooting in all directions. This not only disrupted the charging lion's formation but also destroyed the compressed wind barrier. In that instant, I calmly accelerated and sped off, leaving Bianca far behind.

(You psychopathic, rotten woman, stay behind and eat dust!)

Being able to retaliate against Bianca and gain a victory was incredibly satisfying. Bianca, of course, spurred her lion into pursuit, but I was already faster than her, and catching up after I'd left her behind was no easy feat.

However, just as I was about to face Fang Qingshu in a duel with eight red-bearded dragon horses pulling a golden chariot ahead, a strange current suddenly surged behind me.

(What's going on? A chill down my back? What happened?)

Looking in the rearview mirror wasn't very helpful in this situation. I extended my senses backward and was horrified to discover a rather inconspicuous vehicle in the line of cars directly behind me, emanating a terrifying aura. The chilling feeling ran down my spine, as if ten mass graves were being transported by the vehicle.

(Two white horses pulling a wooden cart... wasn't that the strange couple's cart? What exactly is this NPC convoy trying to do?)

The facts gave me the best answer: nothing, just revealing its hideous true nature...

Right before everyone's eyes, that ordinary wooden carriage was surrounded by hundreds of eerie, emerald-green lights. Each point of emerald light was a dead soul. As the hundreds of dead souls quickly returned to the carriage, its appearance rapidly changed.

The material transformed; the white wood became a sea of white bones. In an instant, the ordinary white wooden carriage became a ghostly, skeletal chariot. The physical wheels vanished, replaced by two rapidly spinning, emerald-green will-o'-the-wisps. On the sealed sides of the carriage, protruding bone-like structures emerged, grotesque and terrifying, yet undeniably sharp. The transformation wasn't over yet; the two white horses pulling the carriage also disappeared, transforming into two large, cylinder-like cylinders that connected to the skeletal carriage, becoming a single, colossal machine.

(Such a spectacular display—definitely from the Ishtar people! Could this skeletal carriage be containing the Blood Pearl of Ten Thousand Spirits?)

This irrefutable evidence confirmed my earlier suspicions and revealed the origins of the man and woman. I think the entire audience shared my thought at this moment; after all, it's incredibly difficult for any other organization besides Ishtar to create such a malevolent and malevolent chariot.

However? The white horses could pull the carriage, but now they were just skeletal cylinders—how would they be powered? This became the immediate question. Was there some kind of magical power? Or did they truly use cylinders for power, transforming into mechanical energy?

The answer quickly became clear. Two terrifying faces gradually emerged directly in front of the two massive bone vats: tightly closed eyes, sunken noses, and disproportionately large mouths. When those eyes suddenly opened, a chilling sensation filled the entire area. The bone hearse accelerated, and the moment it made contact with the carriage ahead, the gaping mouths on the bone vats snapped open.

A piercing scream rang out as the driver of the carriage ahead was bitten in two at the waist. His upper body vanished completely, leaving only a mangled mess below his waist, still standing on the carriage seat, gushing blood. When the mouths opened and closed again, even this severed limb disappeared, leaving only a pool of blood as evidence of what had happened.

Having devoured a driver, the blood gushed from the bone vats like a fountain, as if converting what it had swallowed into energy, further transforming into a frenzied high-speed attack.

The power issue had been completely resolved, and this ruthless act silenced the entire arena. Many parents covered their children's eyes and turned away, but after a brief silence, many more erupted in wild cheers, as if this was the ultimate enjoyment for those who had paid a hefty price for their tickets.

(Hey, so the outside criticism was right; Formula One racing is truly a bloodthirsty sport for everyone…)

I chuckled inwardly, but dared not slow down. Once the skeletal chariot had fully transformed and revealed its true form, it began to devour any creature in its path, relentlessly pursuing us. Not only the driver, but even those pulling the chariot were swallowed whole, becoming the energy source for the chariot's propulsion. This immediately caused panic among all the drivers. No one wanted to be swallowed, but no one was confident they could avoid it. The only thing they could do was run like mad.

Those wielding creatures spurred their whips; those using magical power unleashed their magic. All the hidden strength had to be unleashed. Regardless of strategy or primary/secondary arrangements, only one thing remained: run for your life.

The atmosphere on the racetrack was beyond heated; it was practically boiling over. However, the sight of a bunch of ants on a hot plate desperately trying to survive in this terrifying atmosphere was truly tragic. It was precisely at times like these that people wanted to see where the messenger of justice was, why he wasn't there to rescue them.

(Hey, Fang, why are you running so fast? You're even using this opportunity to widen the gap. Aren't you going to turn around and uphold justice, to rescue your suffering compatriots?)

If he were, that would be a miracle. Fang Qingshu was a messenger of justice, not an idiot. A fool who doesn't know when and where to carry out justice will only end up harming himself and others. He had participated in many races and won many, so he must have seen plenty of situations like this. If he turned back to save people every time, what was the point of racing? He should join a rescue team!

To put it another way, those who would move Fang Qingshu's chivalrous heart are likely the elderly, weak, women, and children. But the elderly, weak, women, and children should be sitting in the stands as spectators. If they also sign up to participate, it means they have given up the compassion they deserve as the elderly, weak, women, and children. To put it bluntly, while they may not deserve to die, they should die without resentment. Therefore, Fang Qingshu will not play the role of a righteous hero at this time, and I personally admire this attitude. I also hope that one day Yu Hong will understand the principle of adapting to circumstances.

But perhaps... she does understand, but many things cannot be understood simply by knowing...

In the blink of an eye, we have already driven through many different terrains. The scenery outside is constantly changing, and the screams are getting farther and farther away. I have shaken off Bianca, but I can't shake her off too far, and similarly, I can't close the distance with Fang Qingshu. This seems to be the current limit.

I am not worried because I can feel that there are still many functions of Amadeus that have not been developed. This is already a very good result for my first real driving test. It can be said to be a great achievement. There is no need to be too impatient. Satisfied with the current results, cautiously pursuing the next step of development—that's the pragmatic way.

Fang Qingshu's eight-horse chariot crossed the finish line first, followed by several other unassuming and lucky individuals. When Amadeus finally crossed the finish line, I suddenly felt more exhausted than ever before, wanting only to find a place to rest.

"Warning! Unknown magical energy is gathering."

As soon as the car entered the work station, I received this message. At this time, Mao Yan'an, A Xue, and others had already gathered around, their expressions seemingly normal. I was momentarily puzzled, because the race was already over, and even if someone wanted to use underhanded tactics, it was too late now. Moreover, Amadeus's warning suggested that the energy wasn't targeted at us.

I couldn't think too much about it; the fatigue and dizziness made me immediately get out of the car to avoid excessive energy loss and turning into a dried-up corpse. However, the gasps from the crowd outside gave me a very bad feeling.

"Uncle, help me out to see what's going on."

"Nephew, isn't this a bit much? You're a wanted criminal, it'll be dangerous for you to go out."

"Use your pig brain, is it that hard to find me a mask? You... you son of a bitch, where did you get this wrestling headgear?"

Without thinking too much, Mao Yan'an helped me out. As soon as we stepped outside, we noticed the audience's gazes were strange. Following the direction, we saw a striking black figure silently appear on the highest platform of the racetrack. Even from a distance, its immense presence instantly shocked the entire audience, silencing them completely.

The man, dressed in a tattered black robe, stood there, his hands tucked into his black sleeves. His head was tightly wrapped in black bandages, completely obscuring his face, except for his left eye, which was still covered by the bandages. That eerie green eye had already instilled a deep sense of terror in me several times.

Even just standing there, his terrifying aura sent shivers down people's spines. In fact, from the moment he appeared, the clear sky instantly changed, and thick, dark clouds surged in from all directions, blotting out the sun and altering the celestial phenomena, all because… he was indeed the king of the demonic realm.

Black Dragon King, Kurosawa Kazuo!

Seeing the Black Dragon Society leader appear out of nowhere, my mind went completely blank, and I lost all ability to think.

(W-why is he here...? This isn't the East Sea, it's the center of Cihang Jingdian's power...Am I mistaken?)

That shouldn't be the case. After a powerful and silent entrance, the evil king finally revealed his purpose, uttering his first words after appearing.

"Foolish people of the Golden Flower Federation, I, Kurosawa Kazuo, have come to claim the three prizes of this competition. But empty promises are meaningless; let me offer you some entertainment first."

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