In a moment of panic, I twisted the throttle and revved the engine, taking control of the vehicle.
Then suddenly, with a screeching sound, the brakes slammed on, the brake pads rapidly turning red, and at the same time, a gunshot rang out, blasting a streetlamp not far in front of me.
The power was immense!
My heart tightened. This was clearly a tungsten steel bullet specifically designed to target superhumans; even a level 3 Dangerous Enhancement superhuman would be killed instantly.
I felt a sense of absurdity. This wasn't a battlefield in a foreign country or on a border. Why did they have these bullets in addition to homing missiles? But none of this was as shocking as the terrifying sharpshooter. Missiles shouldn't be used, and the fact that he could lock onto and aim at someone at such a great distance and with a relatively fast-moving object was the most terrifying thing.
"Yutang, hold me tighter…" I took a deep breath.
The girl buried her face in my neck, letting out a soft "Mmm," her already tightly pressed breasts pressing even closer. "Brother, I believe you…"
A surge of pride and tenderness welled up within me. No matter what, I couldn't let Yutang get hurt.
"Boom!" The six-cylinder engine roared, followed by billowing tire smoke, and shot off like a sharp sword.
"Thud!" Another shot, leaving a deep crater in the ground. A short while later, a group of motorcycles roared up. On the back of one of them sat Xu Pengxuan, his clothes slightly disheveled. He held a pistol with an unusually long barrel, and seemed to show a hint of regret when he saw the crater.
"Boss! Is it worth it?"
The rider in front of him suddenly asked against the wind, only to receive two words in return: "Get down."
The rider had no choice but to comply. His massive back bent forward, becoming a natural firing platform. Xu Pengxuan lay on it, carefully aiming. A few hundred meters ahead, a motorcycle nimbly swerved left and right, making it difficult to lock onto. But as he narrowed his eyes, a strange aura surged forth, locking onto the figure from a distance.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the motorcycle seemed to sense some danger. Suddenly, it veered off course, onto a side path, then rushed up a set of steps. Somehow, it controlled itself and leaped down, gracefully landing on the other side of the road.
Xu Pengxuan coldly sheathed his gun and said, "Turn around!"
The knight shook his head. "Too fast, we can't catch up."
"Then turn all the traffic lights on that street red."
"Boss! Are you serious? Even if the higher-ups try to cover for us, there's a limit. We should just give up..."
Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine. The knight felt as if invisible threads were binding him, making it almost impossible to breathe. At the same time, Xu Pengxuan's voice came: "Kang Sheng, you've been with me for a few years now, haven't you?"
"You have a younger brother, whom I got into the police chief position. Do you think you're all that now?"
"What I give you, I'll take back... plus a bonus."
Kang Sheng made two hoarse sounds, feeling his muscles tighten more and more. His fear intensified until suddenly the pressure on his lungs eased, and he gasped, trembling, "Wh...what..."
"Heh."
Kang Sheng swallowed hard, fear spreading like silken threads through his heart. He quickly said, "Boss...I'm willing to give everything for you!"
"Then hurry up."
...
Speeding along the main road, I saw a sudden sea of red lights ahead, cars stopping one after another, quickly forming a long river. A traffic jam?
This road is old; a traffic jam makes it almost impossible to pass. But at least I shook off those people. Waiting a while doesn't seem too bad; it's not rush hour, the jam won't last long.
However, I was wrong. The traffic didn't clear quickly; instead, it got even longer and longer. Amidst the honking and shouting, I began to sense something was wrong, and soon, a familiar convoy of motorcycles reappeared in my sight.
I looked again at the vehicles that hadn't moved an inch ahead and the stagnant traffic behind… and a sudden realization dawned on me, followed by gritted teeth.
My guess was right…
And in this situation, it seemed I had nowhere to run. Yu Tang turned her head, staring at the scene, suddenly pressing her breasts even closer together. I could even feel her accelerated heartbeat through her soft breasts.
I shook my head. Even now, I still found it strange that Xu Pengxuan and I acted like we were mortal enemies, even though I was certain I'd never seen him before. But thinking about it was pointless; getting out of the car and disappearing into the traffic might injure innocent people…
I said apologetically to Yu Tang, "I'm sorry, I might hurt you."
Yu Tang shook her head too, saying, "I've always hoped to have a special experience with you, brother, like my sister… I think this is good."
I smiled bitterly to myself. Although my marriage to the Luo family was arranged since childhood, Uncle Luo hadn't initially specified whether it would be Xue Tang or Yu Tang. Because we were close in age, I naturally considered Xue Tang my fiancée from the beginning.
Yu Tang seemed somewhat dissatisfied with this. The evidence was that after Xue Tang and I went through some things together when we were seventeen and officially became a couple, she distanced herself from her sister and never called me brother-in-law.
Back to the present, watching the approaching motorcycle convoy, I silently made up my mind—I had to use my true energy.
Unlike the internal strength cultivated through martial arts, or more specifically, traditional Chinese martial arts, true qi is something entirely different.
Firstly, it's a flow of heat circulating within the body. In its initial stages, it's similar to internal strength, enhancing physical power. However, from the second stage, the disturbance level, significant changes occur.
The biggest difference between true qi and internal strength is that true qi possesses various attributes: ice, fire, water, earth, metal, wood, lightning… dozens in total.
The reason it's called "true qi" is merely because it resembles the true qi described in novels; for example, Western supernatural beings call it magic power, which is essentially the same thing.
Regardless of whether it's called true qi or magic power, this force is one of the four most common types of supernatural power today, and it seems to be able to be generated through training or innate awakening.
I used to be this type of superhuman, reaching level 3, the dangerous level. At this level, true qi manifests as a materialized form, usable for protection or external attacks, and can even be amplified through "martial arts techniques."
I originally didn't plan to use true qi because the injury I suffered two years ago affected my dantian…
That is, the area near my lower left abdomen where my true qi is stored was punctured. Forcibly summoning true qi would likely cause excruciating pain, almost to the point of fainting, and the effect would be very short-lived, rendering it useless.
Therefore, I was reclassified as "microscopic level." This doesn't mean my true qi has regressed to that level; if I were to fight desperately…
Sister Zhiran said that unless in the most dangerous situation, it's best not to use true qi…
But now is truly the most dangerous moment. I don't know why Xu Pengxuan has such killing intent towards me.
However, I'm not the type to take a beating without fighting back; otherwise, I'd probably be dead in some unknown corner by now!
"Boom!"
Twisting the throttle, the engine roared deafeningly. Having made up my mind, I wouldn't hesitate any longer; I'd choose to meet it head-on.
The motorcycle sped through the empty street. On one side, a large convoy of motorcycles passed, while on the other, a lone lone rider approached rapidly, not in pursuit, but rather closing in.
Flashes of light flickered on the convoy's side, while the lone motorcycle swayed precariously from side to side, its trajectory scattering pebbles like sparks—a dangerous yet romantic sight.
The wind howled, the engine roared, and in this situation, I felt a long-lost surge of excitement…especially when I had someone I had to protect in my arms!
Suddenly, I felt a pricking sensation between my brows again, a sense of danger gripping my back. I knew instantly that I was targeted by that mysterious gunman again, but this time I didn't dodge or evade; instead, I floored the throttle and charged forward even faster.
*Bang!*
In that instant, my sense of danger reached its peak. At the same time, I took a deep breath, channeling the true energy dormant throughout my body. Suddenly, everything in the world seemed to quiet down in my eyes—no…
It was a feeling of slowing down hundreds, even thousands of times.
My true energy is called "Yang True Energy." Using it boosts all bodily functions to their limits, hence this situation. It wasn't that space itself froze; rather, my reaction speed increased hundreds of times.
I could clearly see the flashing flames, and a black bullet, swirling and churning, shot from someone's back. The smoke obscured my vision, making it difficult to make out the person's face.
In this almost frozen scene, only this bullet "slowly" flew towards me at a normal running speed. However, like everyone else, I was frozen in place. Compared to them, this "slowly" approaching bullet could still hit me without me being able to avoid it.
If I didn't have Yang True Energy…
True energy gathered in his right arm, a faint crimson glow spreading from his fingertips to his upper arm. Then, as if suddenly freed from its stagnant state, his entire right arm "slowly" rose in the near-stillness of spacetime. His right fingertips suddenly glowed fiery red, resembling a miniature sun shrunk countless times.
This "miniature sun," completely unaffected by the stagnation, shot out, instantly incinerating the tungsten steel bullet, capable of withstanding thousands of degrees of heat, into molten iron. Then, slightly deflected by the force, it shot like a meteor into the fuel tank of a motorcycle.
At this moment, the stagnant spacetime abruptly returned to normal, and the two sides whizzed past each other…
But the next instant, a violent explosion rang out. A shockwave and fireball erupted from the center of the convoy, overturning more than ten motorcycles. Some riders even had half their heads sliced off by flying metal, their bloody brains splattering out.