Accompanied by the referee's signal and the excited screams of the onlookers, each wheelchair driver raced forward, and Ethan's heart was greatly shocked.
At this moment, he felt like an Evil God.
This transcends Old Ba's avant-garde artistic style; only an Evil God could create such an abstract scene.
Ethan found it hard to imagine how people in this world would look back and evaluate this groundbreaking first racing event in the years to come.
But for now, at least, the people of the Imperial Capital were immersed in it. They came out of their homes and onto the streets, including many well-known figures, standing along with commoners from various strata, blending in. When the scroll of the Fireball Skill, used as a signal, soared into the sky, they all shared only one common identity — racing enthusiasts.
In their interest and discussions about racing, everyone was equal.
