novelraw Chapter 120 This is a wheelchair!
Chapter 120 This is a wheelchair!
Above the jungle track on the back of Longhu Mountain.
"You damn monkey! Don't you dare run away!!"
At this point, Jia Zhengliang's mentality had completely collapsed.
He stood on two throwing knives, with ten more floating behind him, weaving through the forest like a red meteor shower.
As a descendant of the Jia family in the west, Jia Zhengliang's skill in manipulating objects has reached an extraordinary level.
The throwing knives drew deadly arcs in the air, not only avoiding the branches but also precisely pursuing the one in the yellow clothes ahead... the monkey.
Five meters in front of him.
The Monkey King was standing on that broken wooden plank, his posture extremely flamboyant.
It doesn't rely on Qi to fly; instead, it utilizes the terrain.
It held a vine in its hand and swung back and forth like Mount Tai, occasionally kicking against the tree trunk to accelerate.
What's most infuriating is that it kept turning around and making faces at Jia Zhengliang as it flew, while still holding the raw egg it was using as a hidden weapon.
"Damn it, you think I'd let a monkey play with me?"
"The Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife! Go!"
Jia Zhengliang pointed his sword.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
Three throwing knives flew in a triangular formation toward the Great Sage's buttocks.
"squeak!"
The Great Sage reacted extremely quickly, his tail wrapped around a tree branch, and his body performed a bizarre upside-down hook in the air, narrowly avoiding the flying knife.
Then, it threw it backhand.
"Snapped!"
The raw egg was smeared directly and precisely onto Jia Zhengliang's face.
Egg liquid and broken eggshells flowed down, blocking Jia Zhengliang's view.
"Holy crap! Ahhh! My limited edition tracksuit!!"
Jia Zhengliang went crazy. He frantically wiped the egg mixture in mid-air, lost his balance, and almost crashed headfirst into a tree.
……
Midway through the track, an ambush area for "enthusiastic spectators".
This is the most treacherous section of the canyon.
Wang Ye was carefully flying close to the cliff face, stepping on a skateboard made of several wooden planks.
He didn't want to compete for first place; he just wanted to survive until the end and avoid having his salary docked.
As long as Bao'er catches me, it's okay!
"Slow down...slow down...safety first."
Wang Ye muttered to himself, holding a thermos in his hand, and even had the leisure to take a sip of water.
Just then.
From the grass below, a head with white hair peeked out.
Lu Jin carried a modified high-pressure water cannon on his shoulder, a wicked smile on his face:
"Hey, there's someone all alone here! Looks like a Taoist priest?"
"Linglong! Give him more pressure! Let's see if Great-Grandpa can bring him down!"
"Great-grandfather, that's Taoist Master Wang Ye..." Lu Linglong said with a wry smile.
"Who cares who they are! Once they're on the track, they're targets! Fire!"
"Zzz!!! Boom!!!"
A powerful jet of water, like a water dragon, shot into the sky and headed straight for Wang Ye's buttocks.
Holy crap!!!
Wang also sensed the murderous aura below. He looked down and was terrified.
With that water pressure, wouldn't you get bruises all over your body?
"Tai Chi Cloud Hands!"
At the critical moment, the Bagua diagram beneath Wang Ye's feet flashed.
Fighting it head-on is foolish, go back!
Wang Ye stretched out a hand, his palm covered with a gentle yin energy, and gently pressed it against the side of the rushing water column.
Using minimal force to achieve maximum effect!
The direction of the water jet was instantly changed, drawing a circle in the air before turning its nozzle around and spraying back at Lu Jin below!
"Huh? Huh???"
Lu Jin was feeling quite pleased with himself when he suddenly saw the water dragon turn around, and he was horrified:
"This kid cheated! Triple Rebirth!"
"puff!!!"
Grandpa Lu reacted really quickly, instantly activating the Reverse Life Triple Technique, and the high-pressure water didn't injure him.
But Grandpa Lu was still soaked to the bone, his white beard covered in water droplets.
"Your Majesty!"
Lu Jin wiped her face, jumping up and down in anger:
"Get down here! I want to fight you one-on-one!"
"Senior Lu! This is called 'all's fair in war'! You're busy, I'll slip away now!"
Using the momentum from the current, Wang Ye accelerated out of the canyon, his voice carrying far away.
……
Behind the track, the disruptor Wang Zhenqiu.
Wang Zhenqiu was not in a hurry to get going.
He stepped on that colorful long stick, as if he were walking in the air.
His goal wasn't the destination, but... to cause trouble.
The ball was originally meant to be played in competitions.
As for winning the championship, let it be as fate dictates.
A sound came from behind.
Wang Zhenqiu turned his head and saw the fat, strange man flying on a large black pot behind him.
The fat man flew unsteadily, clearly indicating that his skill in maneuvering objects was mediocre.
"Hey bro, can I borrow a light?"
Wang Zhenqiu flew over, conjured a "Fire God Talisman" in his hand, and gently affixed it to the bottom of the large black pot.
"call!"
Flames rose.
"It's ready to boil!"
The large black pot instantly turned bright red.
"Ouch! It's so hot! My feet are burning!"
The fat man screamed and jumped up, performing a tap dance in the air before losing his balance and plunging into the pond below, pot and all.
"Perfect."
Wang Zhenqiu snapped his fingers, preparing to find his next victim.
Suddenly, he felt darkness descend upon him.
I looked up.
A giant insect net is descending from the sky, blocking out the sunlight.
"Ball, I've got you!"
Feng Baobao squatted on the treetop, expressionless as she waved the extended net pole in her hand.
"Sister Bao'er??? We're colleagues! Company policy dictates we're all one family!"
Wang Zhenqiu was shocked and quickly tried to dodge by manipulating the stick.
But Wang Zhenqiu is not Wang Ye; he doesn't possess the overpowered skill of randomly wielding the Golden Tuo.
Feng Baobao's movements were completely illogical, predicting all of his moves.
"Snapped!"
Wang Zhenqiu was caught in the net like a butterfly, and was pulled up to the tree along with the stick, where he was hung up.
"One family?"
Feng Baobao tilted her head, took out a marker from her pocket, and drew a turtle on Wang Zhenqiu's face:
"Su Su said that the closer you are to someone, the more ruthless you should be. That's called... taking advantage of someone you know well."
Wang Zhenqiu: "..."
Mr. Su, what did you teach her?
……
The competition has entered its final stage.
The finish line is just ahead.
At this moment, Jia Zhengliang was at the forefront.
Relying on his family's inherited art of manipulating objects, despite being covered in egg yolk, his raw strength was indeed formidable, allowing him to outpace the Great Sage.
"We won! The championship is mine!"
Jia Zhengliang looked at the finish line, which was so close at hand, and his eyes lit up with ecstasy.
As long as I get first place, I can show my face in front of the big shots, and maybe I can even regain the face I lost to Feng Shayan!
There are still 100 meters to go to the finish line.
"Boom!!!"
A strange, jet-like roar suddenly came from behind.
The sound was so loud that Jia Zhengliang's throwing knife was shaking.
"What is that???"
Jia Zhengliang turned around and looked.
The next second, his expression froze.
A streamlined object enveloped in golden light was seen flying low over the ground at such a speed that it left a trail of afterimages!
That was a... wheelchair.
"What the hell is this thing?!"