Chapter 648: Chapter 323: The Birth of the Howling Wolf (Part 2)

This kind of driving operation is what everyone loves to see; wherever they fly, cheers follow. Soon, the area full of tourists in the City of the Ship’s Rudder was engulfed in a hubbub.

"Go, leave them speechless." Li Ang said to the back of the White Wolf from the rear seat.

The Beast eared Maiden suddenly stood up and turned around, leaned over the seat back, and her soft lips pecked Li Ang’s cheek before quickly sitting back.

After showing the young girl’s feelings, the next moment, all softness and beauty were covered by something sharp and cold, and the vicious wolf was ready, recalling that warrior who galloped in the Platinum Sky.

The Howling Wolf did not make a loud engine noise; it seemed like a ghost, silent when parked and instantly disappearing into the clear sky when taking off.

Even though the vast majority present were Excellence Realm powerhouses, they were amazed at the speed of this metal wolf flying into the sky.

"Damn, you guys never said it was this fast!" Xiaomo shouted.

"Hmm, it seems those few structural modifications really paid off." Loken nodded.

"I’ve never seen such speed either," Farina said.

"You’ve never seen it? Didn’t you reunite with Li Ang in the Flashing Field? You’re telling me you didn’t see the Platinum Racing they talked about?"

"I..."

Farina opened her mouth; at that time, due to the Bailong Sect’s setup, she had crashed and was trapped, waiting for Mort to find Li Ang to rescue her.

The Red haired Witch punched Xiaomo, truly hitting the sore spot.

Melegon, as an outsider, didn’t say anything; as an Aerial Cavalry, he watched the racing boat quickly drive into the sky, thinking about something unknown.

In everyone’s eyes, under the azure sky, the Howling Wolf was like a silver phantom, diving straight into the fleet of twelve airships.

"What is that?"

Among the crowd of tourists, watching the sky attentively, someone immediately noticed this unexpected visitor.

"I don’t know, is it another racing boat?"

"Is it? Aren’t there only twelve?"

"Where did it come from? Did it just drop in? Let me count..."

Similar voices were playing out all over the City of the Ship’s Rudder, and only the crowd at the starting point could immediately confirm that this was not one of the twelve racing boats that everyone was always accompanied by; it was entirely foreign.

Reed’s cracked grin widened, looking grim and terrifying, which made those who had been interrupted by the host’s shout, intending to continue finding trouble with him, hesitated with fear.

"Hey! Reid! Who is that?!"

Among the crowd surrounding the young man wearing the Soul Peak Cloak, someone finally questioned first.

"That, that is—"

The sudden appearance of the racing boat completely caught Ryder off guard, even though he was chosen for his eloquence to do this job, at the moment, his brain was racing, thinking about how to weave words to maintain the situation.

But the swiftly racing boat did not wait for his thoughts, and the suddenly appeared silver light had already plunged into the competing fleet from the side.

"Hey! Who are you?!"

A slender Horned Race young competitor gripped the control stick, shouting at the communication device on the ship.

Their twelve airships were equipped with communicators that could connect with each other, allowing for trash talk during the race, and these dialogues would be recorded by the Magic equipment for post-race playback to the tourists to hype up the event atmosphere.

"That’s not our ship!" another competitor shouted.

"Don’t talk to it; it can’t hear you."

"Who’s this? Here to challenge us?"

The racers were all professional competitors, big shots in their own territories; encountering such an unexpectedly appearing silver racing boat was not something new, so naturally, they wouldn’t fear this sudden challenger.

"Hah!" The Horned Youth exclaimed, "Finally, something interesting; I’ve been bored with these performances! Come on—what?!"

Just when he became interested, pushing acceleration to the limit, wanting to race alongside the silver airship, the opponent was like a phantom, not staying beside him at all, instantly leaving him behind.

"Someone got overtaken!" the tourists shouted.

The Howling Wolf possesses the disadvantage of a late start, and anyone could see that this boat was not intercepting midway but suddenly chasing from behind; whoever it overtakes, it was a pure speed victory.

"Hey! Reid! Who on earth is that?!" an anxious fan questioned the host on the stage.

"I, I don’t know..."

Ryder instinctively wanted to shirk responsibility, but then he remembered something, his face changed, seemingly deciding not to let the scene fall into chaos and lose control.

"Is this the final attraction you prepared?" Reed, mingling in the crowd, shouted.

Due to Reed’s loud voice, Ryder naturally heard those words, his expression was stunned, but the next moment he seemed to have an idea, and immediately pulled up a business smile, clearing his throat.

"Ahem, hmm. Haha, everyone, you must be frightened; this is the unexpected surprise we prepared. If the race only has the twelve racing boats you’re familiar with, wouldn’t that be too uninteresting?"

Hearing the host say so, the surrounding people’s doubts were resolved; the crowd gathered at the race starting point were core fans; they immediately transitioned from recognizing "someone is meddling" to "this is part of the festival," their enthusiasm resurfacing as they eagerly looked into the sky.

Reed chuckled softly, speaking to himself, "Indeed, being a journalist back then wasn’t wasted."

"Where did that boat come from? Who’s driving it?" someone asked again.

"Well—"

Ryder pretended to be teasing while actually racing his mind.

"Let me introduce it to everyone!"