Chapter 449

"Sorry, Old Zhou," Lu Mingfei sighed with deep sorrow.

At this moment, his Unit-01 was under Su Lin's control, so he, Lu, could only point the Lance of Longinus at his best friend, the one who shared life and death with him.

"Su Lin, enchant my lance."

I hope this shot gives Mr. Fool a swift end.

Su Lin raised the Lance of Longinus forged from ashes, achieving a hundred percent synchronization with Lu Mingfei in the cockpit—their aim was identical, so much so that they could step over to a neighboring film set and shoot "Pacific Rim 3: Duel of the Apostles."

"This strike shall pierce the stars!"

"Holy shit, collapse!"

The air suddenly solidified, then shattered instantly, like a lion roaring awake from slumber—two crimson spears transformed into vast streams of blood-red energy, stabbing toward the sky.

Although since obtaining flight eligibility, all competitors had used various methods to accelerate their lawn mowers, pulling far ahead of those just entering flight, the calamity born from the Lance of Longinus chased from behind, intent on devouring every bird on this path to the moon.

Yet those who had survived until now in this chaotic battle of grudges and karmic ties were no mere lambs.

Vast beams of magical light severed dimensions; the Sevenfold Heavenly Ring bloomed like petals, a Void Formation descended from the heavens, Kunyuan energy coalesced to shape the celestial stars, while numerous cultivators cast aside their grudges and unleashed their secret arts.

For a moment, the stars dimmed, as if Earth itself were the true celestial realm—countless stellar radiances shimmered above the ocean's surface, like gods manifesting, jointly subduing a ferocious beast from the primordial wilds.

At this most critical moment, the crimson light twisted, as if sucked into a dark vortex; after a dizzying visual distortion, space returned to normal.

Authority of Blind Folly!

Kleine fused that region of space and the universe's black hole together—though only partially, borrowing the concept of the black hole, and he had severed it with dimensional cutting, otherwise it would have caused catastrophic damage to this planet.

This was the strength of the Fool—he was an extremely extreme deity whose defensive power was weak, yet he could unleash destruction far exceeding Rank 0 through various means.

Just now, Kleine had used his Authority of Deception to transfer the Lance of Longinus thrown by Su Lin and Lu Mingfei into the black hole.

"Tch," Lu Mingfei spat in annoyance.

"You're a biased ref, no honor," Kleine wiped sweat from his brow—he could feel that both lances had him as their primary target.

These two scheming bastards.

"I lack honor?"

Su Lin rose from his pilot seat; his assembled black-and-white twelve wings appeared behind him, and in hand he held the Skyblue Jade Void Sword, pointing toward Kleine.

"I was merely taking the competition seriously, yet you attacked me first—even if you are the Fool, you cannot use unfair attacks!"

"Come! Fight me!"

Several sword qi surged upward, shattering the incoming attacks—and at that instant, a blazing, radiant sun plummeted violently from the highest point.

The azure sword qi shattered; Shi Hao, brimming with battle intent, wielded the Great Luo Sword Embryo and clashed with Su Lin—within moments, rifts tore through the surrounding space.

"That's what YOU said!!!"

"Who the hell are you?!"

Su Lin froze for a moment, then realized Shi Hao was still seated at the front of the lawn mower—this figure before him was a manifestation, just like his own Divine Light avatar.

The Great Luo Sword Embryo and the Skyblue Jade Void Sword clashed repeatedly, sparks flying; every exchange made the competitors feel as if ancient war drums had been struck, their minds and souls shaken by the deliberately restrained laws.

"This is a lawn mower race!"

Su Lin kicked the mad warrior away, using agile footwork to evade the sword qi slicing toward his brow.

"So my true body is on the lawn mower," Shi Hao beamed, his soul-light bursting from his third eye forming a sword embryo that slashed toward Su Lin: "Come! Fight! Even the aunts in my Stone Village aren't as slow as you!"

Every time he'd challenged him before, this guy hid in a universe he controlled and made him come over—did he think Su Lin was a fool, going there just to get beaten?

Finally, he'd found a universe where Su Lin had no authority—perfect chance to spar with him.

Finally caught a universe where Su Lin had no authority; this was a perfect chance to test swords with him.

Su Lin glanced at Shi Hao's soul-sword embryo, and in the next instant, countless treasure arts and secret techniques flashed through his mind—finally settling on one he had never learned but had recorded.

A faint glow shimmered; from Su Lin's brow emerged a sword embryo nearly identical—except it was pure white.

Same ancient, flowing luster, same mysterious symbols glowing—it was the Peace-Bringing Art of the Wang Clan.

"Good," Shi Hao's black hair streamed behind him, his gaze like lightning, index and middle fingers pressed together into a sword point.

In an instant, the two soul-swords entwined, like black and white mists covering the sky, sealing off the retreat of all who had reached the moon.

"Senior, please don't escalate further—if you provoke the Heavenly Dao's intervention, it'll be bad!" warned a plump female Immortal of the Tribulation, dressed in Tang attire.

She knew more than ordinary cultivators—this world's Heavenly Dao was a real, active force; powerful cultivators who unleashed their power recklessly in the mortal realm risked unpredictable disasters.

That was why so many Immortals of the Tribulation and Longevities had withdrawn from the world or immersed themselves in mundane life—at least, they rarely acted openly.

Precisely because of this, many Tribulation Immortals and Immortals of Longevity have withdrawn from the world or plunged into the mundane realm, at least avoiding direct action in the present world under normal circumstances.

Song Shuhang naturally understood—he sent a mental message: "Senior Shi Hao, Senior Su Lin, please show restraint."

He wasn't worried about Shi Hao or Su Lin—he was worried about Fat Ball Boss and the corresponding Heavenly Dao.

So far, since joining the Multiverse Chat Group, Song Shuhang had witnessed the fall of the Mother of Corruption, the replacement of the Type-Moon Root with a new God, Fusheng Heaven turned to ashes.

Add to that Senior Shi Hao—careless action might turn this world's Heavenly Dao into someone else's likeness by tonight.

Honestly, having seen Su Lin's true form, Song Shuhang felt this matter needed careful deliberation.

"Don't worry, we have our limits."

The avatars of the two combatants drifted farther from the convoy; as the commotion faded, the convoy fell eerily quiet.

It seemed the earlier chaos had temporarily restored normalcy—aside from occasional lane-snatching, no one used items or spells anymore.

【Looks like everyone's calmed down】 Jiangshan wiped sweat from his brow and continued commentary: 【Just now I thought I'd say goodbye to Mother Earth, haha—ah, Senior Su Lin has a serious personality, even in a racing competition he goes all out.】

【Serious? All out? What are you talking about?】 the Light Judge asked, puzzled: 【Isn't Handsome Su Lin just playfully fooling around with the other contestants?】

Jiangshan fell silent for a few seconds: 【That Lance of Longinus just now…】

【Oh, that was just a disposable toy he made on a whim.】 the Light Judge said: 【If he were serious, Invincible Su Lin would've unleashed his ultimate technique from the start.】

Jiangshan: 【So… the combat power you showed in the simulation universe…】

Light Judge: 【The simulation universe is fake, Mr. Jiangshan—if you take it seriously, the wise Mr. Light will have to add stricter anti-addiction measures.】

Light Judge: 【The simulated universe is fake to begin with, Mr. Jiangshan. If you take it seriously, the wise Mr. Light will have to add additional anti-addiction measures.】

"Please, don't do this—it's the only wish of my life." Jiangshan heard the audience's condemnation in his ears, his whole body tense with dread; if a three-hour daily cooldown were actually implemented, he guessed he'd be getting bagged tonight.

"Let's focus on the track—Shi Hao is still far ahead and has reached the Moon! A tractor with flame wings—is this really QQ Speed?"

"Other contestants are closing in. Though there's no longer a limit on ordinary teleportation talismans, finding hidden spatial rifts on the Moon's far side to enter the special speed track requires luck—some may even find Super Acceleration Talismans. Don't worry about missing them; just observe carefully. By the way, why are you all fighting again? Just in these few sentences?"

"Heaven and earth may last long, but even they have an end."

"This sorrow stretches on, endless and unceasing."

The new cultivation system is available only to the top fifty; it's not ruled out that the next Simulation Universe might offer it for free—but getting it before some annoying bastards is certainly better.

"Jianmu Dao Ren, seven thousand years ago you stole my bronze sword!"

"Master Yao, when this race ends, let's return home and get married."

"Kuangdao Sanlang, die, die, DIE!!!"

"Beihe, I heard you got scammed eight thousand spirit stones in a fake online romance during the Simulation Universe—hahaha, didn't expect it, your online lover is me, TONG GUA DA!"

"You #!! —BEEP—!"

"Anyone want to team up and eliminate the senior behind us? I've got a bad feeling about him."

"Shh! You wanna die?!"

Originally there were about a thousand tractors; after eliminating the juniors they casually knocked out along the way, over four hundred remain—competition is no small matter.

"No, I think we should try it. Fellow cultivators, I am Li Xiaoyao, a sword cultivator from Shushan." Ke Lan wore Hu Ge's face, one hand tightly gripping the lottery ticket, the other steering the tractor, speaking seriously.

"According to the rules, when facing item attacks, you may only evade with driving skill or endure directly. He looks invincible, but certain rules must be followed."

"Final stop: the large recall trap on Mars! I've already calculated its exact location!"

"This method is indeed viable," nodded an old man with a white beard. "But, Li Xiaoyao, I've never seen you at Shushan."

"You heard wrong—I'm Li Xiaoyao from Shudao Mountain."

Watching the scheming and deceit unfolding before him, Su Lin understood one thing.

"Tractors have their limits."

"I'll strike in Gundam form!"

From his subspace vault, Su Lin retrieved his long-neglected unicorn, placed the tractor inside the cockpit, and extracted his Jin Dan to insert into the power chamber as fuel.

If a tractor can enter Initial-Unit form, is it too much to drive a Gundam?

As the unicorn Gundam entered battle mode, energy surged through its body; ten wings of light gathered on its back, bathing the entire machine in a hazy holy radiance.

"I believe your bullshit—you old bastard, you're rotten!" Lu Mingfei cursed. "Whose tractor can drive a Gundam?! How much more absurd can you get?!"

Absurd?

Su Lin projected the cockpit's view outward so everyone could see. "What's wrong with a tractor driving a Gundam?"

All contestants and spectators turned to the projection: inside the highly technological cockpit, the tractor—now sprouting transparent tentacles and phantom facial features—sat in the driver's seat, its tentacles touching the screen over ten times per second.

It appeared the tractor was adjusting its parameters.

One tentacle plucked a cigarette butt and shoved it into its mouth position, inhaling deeply and exhaling thick black smoke.

"I brought it to life—hey, if you smoke again, I'll send you to the recycling station after the race."

Of course, it had no soul—only a programmed body; otherwise, I'd have to strip a living being of its soul, and that would be a bit hard to bear.

Ke Lan's home chaos system proved unexpectedly useful—the traits of God and Yuanshi Tianzun paired perfectly with certain life laws.

Su Lin now had a preliminary understanding of the various powers within him and could apply and develop them simply.

"That's how it is. So, happy New Year in advance—let's light a firework."

As the tractor pulled the lever, causing the unicorn to spin and accelerate, its ten light wings scattered countless pure white lasers across the Moon, each beam triggering violent explosions.

"Himeko! Himeko! Get in, let's go!" Yi Leina shouted. "I found the Super Acceleration Talisman!"

Himeko of Penglai Mountain turned back toward the vehicle, her cold expression softening, her eyes brightening as she smiled. "It's been too long since I returned to the Moon—looks like there are no Moon people here."

"By the way," Xing stared at the Gundam unleashing AoE attacks. "Isn't that cool white demon flying straight toward us?"

"Huh?" Yi Leina turned—and slammed the accelerator. "Run!"

At the last possible moment, just as the mechanical arm was about to grab Yi Leina and the others, the tractor—"putt-putt-putt…"—vanished into a spatial rift.

On Mars, meteor craters, volcanoes, and canyons were everywhere, littered with gravel; dunes stretched across the surface in endless succession.

Due to its unique environment, Mars' atmosphere hosts a distinctive phenomenon called dust storms—mostly small ones, but one global-scale storm occurs annually.

"This is way more thrilling than F1 racing."

Su Su Tuoni Stark felt he'd have no interest in racing after returning—he truly wished this chat group had arrived sooner; back when Iron Man 2 came out, he could've used this tractor to just ram through Whiplash.

"Moon landing, alien worlds, spell bombardments—and then a mad God as the final boss. Sorry, God—I mean—"

"This is incredibly dangerous!!"

Su Su Tuoni Stark turned the wheel, lifting the left side of the vehicle to dodge a laser beam.

Watching the massive explosion and dust cloud where the laser struck, Su Su Tuoni Stark raised an eyebrow. "Maybe I should study the robots Lu Mingfei and he are using—could be useful for developing an anti-Hulk armor?"

"Yeah, hope it doesn't turn into an anti-human armor during the AI crisis."

"Bro, I don't mean to interrupt your joke," Ge Xiaolun lay sprawled on the hood, clinging tightly, wearily lifting a finger. "Can I ride up here for a bit? Just a little bit."

"Buddy, your tractor's already blown up—why don't you just get out and quit the race? Of course, when I was your age, I was just as stubborn."

"Get me some alien invader armor from your world."

Ge Xiaolun nodded. "Deal."

(End of Chapter)