Chapter 72: The Mighty Flying General

The Xiongying Group members had already foreseen the possibility that Yang Zicang would come to the rescue aboard the “Train Ma Chao.”
“Such speed means Yang Zicang had no time to bring in other experts.”
“A mob of rabble—they’ll only fuel our Timeline when they arrive.” Lu Bu cast an indifferent glance toward the distorted air in the distance.
The air nearly two kilometers away was stirred by an invisible force, as if a giant hand were sweeping in from afar, compressing and twisting it.
Boom!
The train burst through the air pressure, manifesting with a single car thrust across the grassland ahead.
Lu Bu exuded a dense, crimson blood mist around him. He raised his right palm, and faint red lines, like strands of hair, glowed between his index, thumb, and middle fingers. The light sketched shifting, changing quadrilateral shapes.
“Almost ready.”
He tilted his head back, looking up at the sky.
……
The three figures from the Monster Hunter Alliance headquarters burst forth at high speed from their concealed positions, charging toward the train.
“Zhou Heng.”
Lu Bu’s voice, amplified by his inner energy, echoed across the field.
Zhou Heng, wearing glasses, turned his head to glance at the shadowy figure standing on the prairie beneath the overcast sky. He could almost sense the chilling, stern gaze emanating from that distant, tiny phantom.
“Ignore him. Fast—don’t stop for anything.”
Yang Zicang’s train had appeared at the expected spot. Though it was still nearly two kilometers away, Tong Wenqi, Zhou Heng, and Su’e, who was with them, felt as if they had regained new life. This time, it had been a nail-biting ordeal.
The train began to change direction, heading toward them; in just over ten seconds, the three of them would be saved.
“We’ve lost so many people this time.”
Once the threat to his life was removed, Tong Wenqi couldn’t help but begin to harbor hatred toward the enemy.
Su’e said, “After all, he had premeditated plans against our unpreparedness, and all advantages of timing and terrain were on his side. It’s already a hard-won feat that we managed to escape from the fully deployed Xiongying Team.”
The vermilion-yellow train doors opened automatically.
Suddenly, all three of them looked up at the sky in unison.
“What is this!”
A trace of shock flickered in the woman’s eyes.
A distant voice echoed over.
“You’ve always wanted to know what my ability is, haven’t you? Today, I’ll show you. If you can escape from its grasp, then this matter will end here.”
An indescribable aura of nothingness spread across the sky.
A tiny point of light appeared on the horizon, and Zhou Heng spoke in alarm, “Su’e!”
A flashing triangle emerged from the woman’s chest; it expanded slightly to envelop an area two meters around her, with Zhou Heng and Tong Wenqi pressing closely against her side.
“Its name is ‘Fangtian’!”
The three of them were surrounded by an aura of timescale within temporal light.
Swish!
A beam of light fell from the sky like a stream of silk, cleaving through the clouds with a cold, bright flash, descending upon the earth at the speed of light!
[I offset 13332N!]
[I offset 13332N.]
[I offset 13332N.]
The three vanished instantly, reappearing a kilometer away, as Yang Zicang’s controlled train, sensing the deadly threat, raced toward them.
“So the teleportation ability user on your side is that woman. It’s said there will be about ten seconds of confinement time, right?”
That presence appeared in the sky once again!
Zhou Heng, standing frozen in place, finally understood why this man had become the leader of the Xiongying Group.
Why he was able to conceal his ultimate technique for a full three and a half years.
Why no one had ever disclosed his ability information, and no one had seen his matching demon!
Because every opponent who had witnessed his capabilities was dead—none survived!
“YangZicang!”
Zhou Heng shouted, his eyes bloodshot. His skin was tingling with numbness, as a thick aura of death loomed overhead.
Light flickered on Tong Wenqi’s chest.
[Give each of us more time sequences—even ten thousand years would be fine, as long as we can get through this crisis…]
Boom! Light erupted from the earth.
The high-speed train rolled and surged into the wind with a thunderous roar. It dared not face the beam of light head-on. Gusts of wind curled in an arc, closing in once more on the three standing in place.
Headquarters hesitated. Sending them all away meant disengaging from this situation entirely afterward.
Moreover, giving them time sequences now would not allow them to leave; they had to stabilize the warp before proceeding.
“Ah!”
Rumble! Light flashed and descended.
If Ma Chao’s intimidation made it hard to sleep, leaving one afraid to be alone at night, then from this day onward, this man’s existence made others fear the sky at all times.
Tong Wenqi, struck twice, murmured as he looked up at the sky, all pride in his ability vanishing in an instant.
For this was the nightmare born from a laser satellite.
Such was the ability of the leader of the Xiongying Group.
{I am Fang Tian, and I am the light of heaven.}
The light flashed again!
The light that touched the ground was like a spear stabbed down by a god.
In the blinding white light, Zhou Heng and his two companions felt as if their souls were detached from their bodies, painfully knocked out.
In the milliseconds before the light struck, the figure of the white monster came crashing in, tearing the three’s psi-bodies out with its bite.
[I have neutralized 10N.]
The timing of the strike was almost ineffective against the White Shadow Thought-Dragon, but Yang Zicang was still drenched in cold sweat.
……
Morrie’s trembling voice spoke:
{This is the ability of people from your side? No wonder your rankings are so low. In another hub town, probably your city ranks— wait you, Fang… extremely high, right?}
Boppoli opened his mouth wide, eyes bulging, pulling his hair speechlessly with both hands.
“Replace them for me…”
[I invest 8152.3N for Morrie.]
[Morrie reinvests an additional 9999N for me.]
In the light, the figure of the White Shadow Thought-Dragon was nearly disintegrated and lost its form.
At this moment, with Yang Zicang’s full assistance in control, Nian Long flicked the three psionic bodies in the air, twisted its form, and charged once again toward the dusty ground, where three charred and bald bodies lay.
Just before approaching them, a swift silhouette dashed over from afar, and from its hand, a bladed shadow trailing red flames shot out even faster.
Bam!
Almost at the same moment the train made contact with the three coke-like bodies, the projectile slammed into one of the charred figures, shattering it into fragments!
Those at headquarters could no longer supplement the timeline, and could only watch helplessly through the final screen as a charcoal-black humanoid body turned into pieces amid the chaotic dust.
The fragments, along with the other two dark silhouettes, plunged into the train!
Before that celestial light came crashing down again, the train slammed into the dispersing air and vanished without a trace.
Lü Bu’s eyes narrowed as he gazed at the disappearing train.
“That thing didn’t hesitate at all in choosing to become the enemy’s tool.”
“After all, it’s not human — where’s the loyalty in that?”
Zhao Yun stepped up beside him. “But that guy’s pretty tough. Now we’ve finally got someone truly worthy of a match on the other side.”
Zhou Yu, carrying an electric fan on his shoulder, jogged over with a grin: “What good does being tough do? Every time I think of our Furnace Sky, ready to drop a blade of light from above, I can’t help but feel safe.”
“Hey, sleeping beauty’s woke up, huh?” Old Wolf Grandma shot Zhou Yu a dismissive glare from the side.
“I just got a little dizzy, all right? Damn it, who’s gonna sleep with me tonight?”
“Who’d want to sleep with a guy like you? Get lost.”
Lü Bu turned his head to glance at them.
“No kidding, this is indeed a problem that needs to be dealt with seriously. We’ll have to watch out every midnight from now on.”
……
Boom! Boom!
On the loose formation of rocks, the train burst through the violently twisting wind pressure and appeared before them.
The spreading blast of air fluttered the hems of people’s coats, causing them to sway uncertainly.
“This is the Yingxiong Group’s former number one, now number two, companion evil nightmare!”
Though they had already learned that the group’s most miraculous nightmare monster had been taken, facing the subway train appearing right before them now, people couldn’t help but stir with unrest.
“The name we’ve heard so much about for two years—so that’s how easily he got taken down, and the train was captured too.”
“Don’t you know those monsters have no sense of loyalty? As long as someone stronger comes along, the train will be taken away sooner or later.”
Yang Zicang’s figure appeared at the open door of the carriage.
“A terrifying newcomer—good thing he’s on our side.”
Several figures in high-collared trench coats stepped out from beside the queue and walked toward the middle of the train, which had come to a steady stop.
The group arrived by the train, stepped aside to let someone beside them move closer. The young man emerging from the train was taken aback when he saw this figure.
“Aren’t you…”
A broad-faced man with eyes that were both warm and sharp, like a benevolent yet stern king who could see through everything, extended his hand: “That’s right, it’s me, Chen Yu.”
Looking at this familiar face, a movie star he had only ever seen in films before, now standing right before him in the flesh.
Chen Yu spoke courteously, without any pretentiousness whatsoever.
“Are they okay?”
“After returning to the supernatural physique, only two still have faint signs of life.”
Yang Zicang shook his hand. The waiting team quickly boarded the vehicle to carry away the wounded.