Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Yang Feng piloted the Type 1 Lightning Dragon, as if a savage beast emerged from the wilderness, rampaging about. The magic sports cars blocking in front of him were forcibly sent flying.
As if toys, the expensive magic sports cars were sent flying in all directions, continuously rolling in midair. It was a visually shocking scene.
"So savage!"
"That magic sports car is really savage!"
"That magic sports car's appearance is mediocre, I didn't expect it to be so savage."
"…"
At the entrance of the Fiery Dragon Race Track, there was an incomparably huge magic screen. The magic screen clearly displayed the race's situation.
When the princeling Warlocks saw the savage scene of Yang Feng piloting the Type 1 Lightning Dragon and sending the magic sports cars flying, they couldn't help but be speechless.
When the princeling Warlocks raced on the Fiery Dragon Race Track, it was very rare to see someone forcibly send the other party's magic sports car flying.
To send the other party's magic sports car flying, then the disparity in performance between the two vehicles had to reach an astonishing degree.
It was like the huge disparity in armor performance between an ordinary sedan and a heavy-armored tank on earth.
The magic sports cars were basically made by level-2 and level-3 Warlock-Alchemists, so the disparity in performance naturally wouldn't be that big.
When the magic sports cars blocking in front of Yang Feng saw this scene, they got out of the way and opened up a path.
Under Yang Feng's piloting, the Type 1 Lightning Dragon sped forward. It quickly overtook one magic sports car after another, and entered the first group of magic sports cars.
Suddenly, the more than a dozen magic sports cars lagging behind flashed with magic radiances, and fireballs were instantly shot from the more than a dozen magic sports cars, bombarding the Type 1 Lightning Dragon.
The level-1 spell Fireball was the most common offensive spell attached to magic sports cars.
The more than a dozen magic sports cars besieged Yang Feng, practically covering the entire track.
"So ruthless, they're trying to kill Yang Feng!"
"A single fireball would be fine, but the more than a dozen fireballs were fired at the same time, the magic sports cars definitely wouldn't be able to withstand it.
They're going for the kill. "
"…"
When the more than a dozen fireballs flashed, the eyes of the princeling Warlocks surrounding the Fiery Dragon Race Track flashed with a touch of graveness, and they commented.
The magic sports cars used in the competition were modified and custom-made secret treasures by princeling Warlocks.
Every magic sports car was very sturdy and could completely withstand the bombardment of several Fireballs.
Yang Feng domineeringly sent magic chariots flying, yet didn't injure the drivers in the slightest. Because the magic chariots were sturdy and durable, they weren't so easily destroyed.
Generally speaking, a few Fireballs would be launched at most in a magic sports car race to force the opponent to admit defeat.
The continuous bombardment of fireballs was definitely going to kill the other party.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The dozen plus fireballs at once bombarded the Type 1 Lightning Dragon piloted by Yang Feng, setting off a huge explosion.
In an instant, the Lightning Dragon rushed out from the flames of the fireball explosion under everyone's shocked gazes, and a transparent protective shield enveloped the entire body of the Lightning Dragon.
"It's impolite not to reciprocate. I'll let you have a taste of my power!"
Yang Feng's eyes flashed with killing intent and he pressed a button.
From behind the carriage of the Lightning Dragon, a dozen Gauss Cannons extended out.
The dozen Gauss Cannons madly spat extremely ferocious tongues of fire, madly shooting towards a magic sports car.
In a split second, the magic sports car also released a warping force field.
The dense crowd of Gauss Cannons ferociously bombarded the warping force field. After a mere second of deadlock, the warping force field was immediately shattered, and the countless Gauss Cannons swallowed the magic sports car.
Boom!!
Along with a sky-shaking blare, the magic sports car directly exploded, with countless parts sputtering in all directions.
A battered and exhausted figure shot out from the explosion, the owner of that figure had a look of alarm and resentment on his face as he looked at the Type 1 Lightning Dragon piloted by Yang Feng.
If he wasn't a level-1 Warlock and had cast a defensive spell in the nick of time, then he would have already been smashed to pieces by the Gauss Cannons.
The dozen plus Gauss Cannons slightly adjusted their muzzles, then spat out countless tongues of fire, once again shrouding a magic sports car.
Boom!
The magic sports car was directly blasted to pieces. The driver of the magic sports car, however, had seen the opportunity and had already jumped out of the magic sports car.
"Go to hell, all of you!"
Yang Feng gave a cold smile and pressed another button.
The body of the Type 1 Lightning Dragon opened, and shortly after, miniature laser-guided tracking bombs were shot towards the magic sports cars, dragging trails of white smoke behind them.
“FUCK！”
"Bastard!"
"…"
When the drivers of the magic sports cars saw the dense crowd of miniature laser-guided tracking bombs, their complexions turned pale. After they blessed themselves with defensive spells, they quickly jumped out of the magic sports cars in a sorry state.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!!
Under the bombardment of the miniature laser-guided tracking bombs, the dozen plus magic sports cars turned into a dozen plus huge fireballs, with countless parts shooting in all directions.
The complexions of the dozen plus magic sports cars' drivers were pale, and their eyes flashed with a touch of fear.
"What a ruthless guy!"
"Those fellows from Savage Claw and White Elephant's Ivory reacted quickly. If they hadn't jumped out of the vehicles, then they would have been blown to death!"
"That guy Yang Feng is really ruthless. Those dozen guys are the nephews of Savage Claw and White Elephant's Ivory's council of elders.
He actually dared to be so ruthless, he's really lawless. "
"So wonderful, this is the most wonderful race I've ever seen!"
"That's a Type 1 Lightning Dragon refined by Steel City, it's really a good car, I wonder how many Magic Stones it costs."
"If only I could buy a Type 1 Lightning Dragon!"
"…"
At the entrance of the Fiery Dragon Race Track, when those princeling Warlocks saw Yang Feng blow up the dozen plus magic sports cars, they were extremely excited and discussed spiritedly.
It was the first time that a magic sports car was able to destroy a dozen plus hostile magic sports cars in a flash.
When those magic sports car enthusiasts saw how savage the Type 1 Lightning Dragon was, their eyes shone, they wished that they could immediately seize the Type 1 Lightning Dragon for themselves, and then properly play with it.
When the magic sports cars behind Yang Feng saw this scene, they didn't dare to release spells to attack Yang Feng's Type 1 Lightning Dragon.
However, they still urged their spirit force, increased the speed of their sports cars, and chased after it.
Even if Yang Feng's Type 1 Lightning Dragon's offensive power was stronger, but he still wouldn't dare to risk universal condemnation by killing the drivers of those magic sports cars for no reason.
After all, those drivers didn't have anything remarkable about their own abilities, but their backgrounds were quite frightening.
After destroying the dozen plus magic sports cars behind him, Yang Feng pressed a button, and four rocket propellers extended from the rear of the Type 1 Lightning Dragon. The four rocket propellers ejected a terrifying stream of air, causing the Type 1 Lightning Dragon's speed to once again frantically accelerate, as if a rocket was chasing ahead.
Within a short dozen plus seconds, the Type 1 Lightning Dragon, under Yang Feng's control, charged all the way, quickly closing the distance between him and the three first-rate magic sports cars ahead at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"So fast!!
The Type 1 Lightning Dragon's speed is really frightening! "
"To be able to catch up to them even though it started later, this speed is too heaven-defying!"
"Such a speed, I'm afraid it has already surpassed 400 km/h!"
"…"
When those princeling Warlocks at the entrance of the Fiery Dragon Race Track saw this scene, their eyes were brimming with shock, and they discussed spiritedly.
Turandot Subcontinent's magic sports cars generally had a speed of more than 200 km/h, even if they were blessed with all kinds of spells.
The highest they could reach was 300 km/h.
A speed of 400 km/h, only Great Warlock rank Warlock-Alchemists of legend could refine such a first-rate magic sports car.
However, Great Warlock rank experts basically rode all kinds of flying secret treasures, or powerful bird-type extraordinary life forms. Very few people would be so bored as to refine flashy secret treasures like magic sports cars.
Experts above the Great Warlock rank were terrifyingly strong, comparable to god-like existences.
Those formidable existences generally wouldn't be so bored as to play with things like magic sports cars.
Their speed far surpassed the limits of the magic sports cars.
"Angelina, I'll be going first!"
Yang Feng whistled towards Angelina as he overtook the Red Rose chariot. He laughed out loud, and then directly drove the Type 1 Lightning Dragon to overtake Angelina.
He was, after all, a youngster from earth, and had a frivolous temperament.
"Bastard!"
Angelina scolded in a low voice, before pouring her tremendous spirit force of a pinnacle level-3 Warlock into a magic array inside the Red Rose chariot.
Countless rose petals suddenly emerged from the Red Rose chariot, before turning into several Rose Magic Chains, at once firmly adhering to Yang Feng's Type 1 Lightning Dragon.
Yang Feng's Type 1 Lightning Dragon dragged the Red Rose chariot at a crazy speed.
Under the interlocking of the Rose Magic Chains, the speed of Yang Feng's Type 1 Lightning Dragon suddenly dropped, before becoming equal to the speed of the Red Rose chariot.
Yang Feng was slightly distracted, before saying with a loud laugh: "No way!
Angelina, that's too shameless! "
Angelina said with a complacent smile: "That's a tactic!
Magic sports car races are like this, only victory is justice. "
"That's right, only victory is justice!"
Along with a wild laugh, Cookson's White Tiger chariot extended ahead, before quickly extending a 2m long conical sharp ram. With a crazy acceleration, it ferociously slammed into Yang Feng's Type 1 Lightning Dragon from the left.
"So ruthless!
He actually hit the ram! "
"Too ruthless!
A collision with a ram installed at a speed of nearly 400 km/h, even a level-3 Warlock's protective spell can be destroyed.
Cookson's move is really too ruthless! "
"…"
At the entrance of the Fiery Dragon Race Track, those princeling Warlocks were very excited as they discussed.
The White Tiger chariot had been modified to weigh more than 5 tons.
With such a colossus ramming at a speed of 400 km/h, even a level-3 Warlock's defensive spell wouldn't be able to withstand it.
Yang Feng pressed a button, before a transparent protective cover was instantly released from the Type 1 Lightning Dragon chariot, shrouding more than half of the chariot.
Cookson's White Tiger chariot ferociously slammed into the transparent protective cover, before immediately issuing extremely ear-piercing sounds of friction.
In the next moment, a scene that no one had expected appeared. The ram of Cookson's White Tiger chariot was unexpectedly forcibly broken, before the entire chariot was sent flying under the tremendous reaction force. It continuously spun and was sent flying out of the race track.
Yang Feng gave a cold smile, then pressed a button. Numerous openings opened on the chariot's body, and miniature laser-guided automatic homing missiles madly shot towards Cookson's White Tiger chariot like raindrops.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Bursts of explosions instantly engulfed the White Tiger chariot.
With countless flashes of lightning, the Thunderbolt chariot driven by Rimont was akin to a railgun shell. Along with countless electric arcs, it rumbled and its speed rose to 500 km/h in one fell swoop. In a split second, it surpassed Yang Feng and madly sped away into the distance.
Yang Feng's gaze congealed slightly, he gave up on killing Cookson, and pressed a button.
Two flamethrowers extended from the Type 1 Lightning Dragon chariot, spraying two long streams of flames that fiercely burned the two magic chains constructed from rose flowers.
Under the burning of the flames, the magic chains of rose flowers burned and collapsed.
The power of Yang Feng's Type 1 Lightning Dragon's four rocket launchers was increased to the limit, ejecting a terrifying stream of flames, allowing the Type 1 Lightning Dragon's speed to rise to 600 km/h. As the tires rubbed against the ground, it splashed countless sparks. As if it was about to fly, it tore through the air and shot towards Rimont, bringing along a terrifying hurricane.
Angelina's beautiful eyes flashed with a touch of extraordinary splendor, and she praised sincerely: "What a fast sports car!
This speed definitely exceeds 600 km/h!
What a good car!
Steel City's Alchemy is really amazing! "
In terms of speed alone, Yang Feng's Type 1 Lightning Dragon was definitely the fastest magic sports car that Angelina had ever seen.
Within a short few dozen seconds, Yang Feng drove the Type 1 Lightning Dragon to catch up from behind, and then drove side by side with the Thunderbolt chariot driven by Rimont.
Rimont's eyes flashed with a touch of astonishment, and he was greatly shaken within: "What a fast car!!
My Thunderbolt chariot is a magic sports car refined by a Great Warlock rank Alchemist.
Steel City clearly doesn't have a Great Warlock rank Alchemist, how could they refine such a fast magic sports car!! "
The Thunderbolt chariot was a treasure that Rimont had obtained during a fortuitous encounter.
It was a sports car refined by a Great Warlock rank expert.
He had always believed that his Thunderbolt chariot was Turandot Subcontinent's number one magic sports car, but he had never thought that Yang Feng's Type 1 Lightning Dragon would be so much faster than his.
"Thunderstorm!!"
Rimont's complexion changed several times, before he finally took out a superior magic stone and threw it into a groove. A tremendous spirit force at once poured into the Thunderbolt chariot.
The Thunderbolt chariot instantly flickered with lightning, rumbled, and a bolt of lightning fiercely struck at Yang Feng's Type 1 Lightning Dragon chariot.