boyutpedia Chapter 27 Picking the Slippery Car
Chapter 27 Picking the Slippery Car
This is a game where lives are at stake.
Inside Guanghe Tower, thousands of eyes were fixed on the downhill slope.
"Boom!"
The sound is wrong.
A normal pulley is made of wood, hollow inside, with cloth wrapped around the wheels, and makes a muffled "gurgling" sound when it comes down.
But the first car came crashing down with a thunderous roar!
Like a runaway locomotive on the tracks, it brought with it a vicious wind that threatened to crush the stage, crashing down the specially made steep slope like a madman.
On the high platform behind the side curtain, Shunzi and Xiaodouzi were terrified after they pushed him.
When you push it, it's like pushing a mountain. When you let go, the inertia is terrifying. The wheels rub against the rails, and there's even a burnt smell.
In the audience, the lid of the teacup in Master Tan's hand fell to the ground with a "crack" and shattered into pieces.
"It's filled with lead! It's a dead train filled with lead!"
Fifth Master's voice cracked from shouting.
It’s over.
This was the first thought in everyone's mind.
A lump of iron weighing several hundred pounds, propelled by a three-meter-high impact—this isn't about lifting a sled; it's like a tank crashing into a wall!
Even if a true tyrant were alive, he would be smashed into mincemeat.
On the stage.
Lu Cheng didn't move.
His eyes, framed by sword-like eyebrows, were fixed on the dark, menacing iron shadow that charged down with an aura of death.
Nearly.
Three meters, two meters, one meter!
A strong wind blew in his face, making the four back flags on his back flutter and almost break.
Just as the wheel was about to crush his feet.
"rise!"
Lu Cheng made a move.
There were no fancy moves, no unnecessary gestures.
The white wax spear in his hand, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, suddenly plunged into the chassis of the trolley.
It's not a hard push.
Forcing your wrist against the wall will break it.
The instant the gun tip touched the crossbeam under the car, Lu Cheng's waist and hips suddenly sank downwards, his spine twisted wildly, and his whole body was like a giant spring, instantly compressed to its limit.
Unload the force!
He took advantage of the car's momentum, slightly bent the gun barrel, and took a half-step back.
This half-step is the distance between life and death.
Followed by.
collapse!
The white wax spear, bent into a full moon shape, rebounded instantly after being infused with Ming Jin (a type of internal energy).
A tremendous force blasted out along the gun barrel.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone.
That "dead car" weighing over 100 pounds, filled with lead and reinforced with steel plates.
That single shot actually managed to lift him up!
The car body tumbled in mid-air, like a clumsy iron ox, and was sent flying two meters high by this shot.
then.
"boom!!"
The car flew over Lu Cheng's head and slammed hard onto the stage floor behind him.
Click!
A large section of the decades-old elm wood stage plank at Guanghe Tower was instantly smashed, sending wood chips flying and dust billowing everywhere.
The "sled" was half-embedded in the floor, its wheels still spinning wildly and making a creaking sound.
Quiet.
Dead silence.
In a venue with thousands of people, you couldn't even hear someone breathing.
Everyone gaped, as if someone had grabbed their necks.
They...they got past it?
That was a lead-filled iron car!
Even Bai Feng, who was in a private room on the second floor, dropped his binoculars on the table with a "clang".
Her face, covered in makeup, was filled with an expression of disbelief, as if she had seen a ghost.
"This...how is this possible?"
"That's over a hundred pounds! With the impact, it's seven or eight hundred pounds!"
"Is he even human?!"
On the stage.
Lu Cheng maintained that spear-wielding posture, like a statue of a war god.
His chest heaved violently, and a breath of white air shot out like a sharp arrow.
My wrist is shaking.
His hand was split open, and blood flowed down the gun barrel, staining the white waxwood shaft red.
pain.
Excruciating pain.
The recoil force at that moment almost broke his arms.
But his eyes shone even brighter.
It was frighteningly bright, as if it were on fire.
That's a sign that [loyalty and courage] has been fully activated.
happy.
This is the true terror of life and death!
"Again!"
Lu Cheng swung his spear, pointing the tip to the sky, and let out a roar.
This shout wasn't directed at Shunzi, but at this damned world, and at the powerful and wealthy people in the private room.
Side curtain.
Tears streamed from Ah Bing's gray eyes.
He heard it.
They heard the sound of the sled hitting the ground, and they also heard the defiant roar from Lu Cheng.
"Well done, Gao Chong indeed!"
Ah Bing suddenly pulled the bow in his hand.
"Zheng—!!"
It's no longer that kind of whirring accompaniment, but the clash of swords and the ambush from all sides!
The music was like a knife, a death knell.
"Boom!"
The second sled followed closely behind.
Then came the third, the fourth...
The Qinghe class played a trick; Shunzi and Xiaodouzi were held down, giving Lu Cheng no chance to catch his breath. Cars came one after another, like a machine gun.
Lu Cheng on stage has gone mad.
He was completely immersed in that mysterious state.
His spear was like a dragon, and his body like a tiger.
Pick, break, push, cover!
With each thrust of the spear, an iron chariot was sent flying.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Wood chips flew everywhere on the stage, and the floor was smashed into one large crater after another.
The once smooth stage is now like a battlefield ravaged by artillery fire, a scene of utter devastation.
Lu Cheng's white coat was soaked with sweat and clung tightly to his body.
Sweat streamed down his forehead.
It was instantly evaporated into white mist, swirling around his head.
Gathering air to form clouds, steaming over the head!
This is a manifestation of physical exertion at its peak.
The audience went wild.
No one is sitting here anymore.
Everyone stood up, clenching their fists, their faces flushed and necks red as they shouted:
"Choose! Choose! Choose!!"
The noise nearly blew the roof off Guanghe Building.
This isn't just watching a show.
This is watching an ordinary person raise a gun against fate!
Jin Ye stood by the railing of the private room, his fat face covered in sweat, and the jade walnut in his hand had long been crushed to pieces.
"True God and man, true God and man."
"This Lu Cheng is a reincarnation of the Martial Star!"
……
The ninth car, the tenth car...
Lu Cheng felt as if his arm no longer belonged to him.
Anyone with eyes could see that his breathing was becoming heavy and his steps were no longer as light as they had been at the beginning.
That's from being tired.
That's a weight of several hundred kilograms, pushing the body to its limits time and time again.
"That's about it, that's about it..."
Inside the private room, Jin Ye's fists were clenched so tightly they turned white.
"Chengzi, that's enough. That's enough to shut up the place. Stop nitpicking, stop nitpicking!"
On stage, Lu Cheng felt his internal organs tremble with every impact.
Tiger Leopard Thunder Sound surged wildly within his body, squeezing every last bit of power from his bone marrow.
We're almost at our limit.
The human body, made of flesh and blood, has its limits.
When the eleventh car was launched into the air, Lu Cheng stumbled.
"Snap!"
The white waxwood spear in his hand finally couldn't withstand the continuous high-intensity bursts, and a crack appeared on the shaft.
"It's broken! The gun is breaking!"
Someone in the audience gasped in surprise.
Just then.
"Boom—!!!"
The twelfth and last sled came crashing down with a devastating force.
This vehicle is faster and heavier than the previous ones.
It was Qinghe Class's last trump card. Not only was it filled with lead, but the bearings were also tampered with, so it didn't rush down in a straight line, but carried a rotating, horizontal force.
This was the winning goal!
Lu Cheng stood in the pile of rubble, watching the last dark figure.
He could feel that the gun in his hand was on the verge of breaking down.
At that moment, if it were to save his life, he could have simply rolled to the side.
No one will blame him.
Choosing eleven cars is already a miracle.
But he couldn't hide.
Gao Chong didn't dodge, Zhao Yun didn't dodge, so Lu Cheng certainly couldn't dodge either!
If I let this anger out, my martial arts career will come to an end.