Gel still hasn't given up. He hasn't felt such pressure in many years and originally planned to head to the Flashing Field, but recently heard that disasters over there have disrupted the competition, and the Guild recommended not to go.
Even if I went over there, I was confident I would be among the top. Where did this boat come from?! Where did this contestant come from?!
"Damn it!"
No matter how unwilling to concede, reality is reality. In a race of speed, there's no reasoning, only accepting the loss.
This suddenly appearing silver speedboat did not intentionally take any shortcuts outside the course to disrupt the competition, indicating it came to squarely defeat these twelve boats.
Just as it passed over the bow of his ship, Gel already knew he and the other eleven had completely lost; it was a thorough frontal defeat.
He gritted his teeth and turned his head, determined to see clearly who had surpassed him, and then froze as if immobilized.
