?Chu Yaoyao, with an air of haughty defiance that matched the bold contours of the Grand Canyon itself, stood her ground.
Her silhouette was accentuated by a high-collared, sleeveless top that clung to her like a second skin, its pristine white hue reflecting the stark floodlights overhead. Her skirt, a playful contrast in soft pink, fluttered in the night breeze, teasing the seriousness of the moment. Thigh-high lace stockings added a layer of daring to her ensemble, underscoring the youthful rebellion that seemed to emanate from her very being.
"Who is scared of whom, you obviously would cheat!" she accused, her chest heaving with each impassioned word. The movement seemed to momentarily distract Chen Xiaoya, whose lips twitched, as if suppressing a smirk.
Chen Xiaoya leaned back slightly, regarding Chu Yaoyao with a mixture of amusement and challenge. "Cheat? Please, Yaoyao, when have you ever known me to play dirty? I win because I'm better," she said, her voice carrying the cool confidence that the night air lacked.
Chu Yaoyao's dark hair cascaded over her shoulders in an elegant contrast to her fiery spirit, her tiara-like headpiece glinting like a crown befitting a race queen. "Being better doesn't mean anything if you're not brave enough to prove it on the track," Chu Yaoyao shot back, her gaze as piercing as the headlights of the supercars behind them.
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The standoff between Chu Yaoyao and Chen Xiaoya was abruptly interrupted by the approach of several imposing figures.
The bodyguards, dressed in tailored black suits that seemed to absorb the night, moved with a purposeful stride.
They wore earpieces, through which faint voices crackled, and their eyes scanned the crowd with practiced vigilance.
One of the bodyguards, a broad-shouldered man with a buzz cut, stepped forward and announced in a voice that commanded attention, "Miss Yaoyao has been granted exclusive use of the canyon for tonight's event. General Yang himself has given his permission." To emphasize the legitimacy of their claim, two uniformed soldiers flanked him, their military attire sharply contrasting with the casual and vibrant clothing of the crowd.
"Heh" Chu Yaoyao's expression transformed into a triumphant grin, her eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of the upper hand gained. Chen Xiaoya's stance faltered for a moment, the revelation catching her off-guard.
Before the silence could settle, Yu Tian, who had been leaning against a sleek sports car and observing the exchange with a sly, knowing look, pushed himself upright and sauntered forward.
His steps were casual, yet there was an unmistakable arrogance in his posture.
Yu Tian's bold declaration sliced through the night. "General Yang, you say? Ha! I don't bow to any general," he sneered. "We'll claim this place, by force if necessary, even if the emperor of heavens descends himself!"
Chen Xiaoya's voice trembled with a mixture of fear and desperation. "Yu Tian, stop this madness! We can find another spot, another time!" But her words were lost on him; he was already lost to the adrenaline of the confrontation.
His eyes locked onto the soldiers with a mocking glare. "And as for General Yang's loyal hounds—" Yu Tian's voice dripped with contempt.
Private Li's face turned a deep shade of red, "You dare disrespect—"
Before he could finish, Yu Tian's hands clamped around their necks. "Argh!" they choked out as they were slammed to the ground.
"Disrespect will be met with force!" Private Li shouted, his hand shaking as he drew his sidearm and fired, "Bang! Bang!"
But Yu Tian was a shadow, a specter that danced between moments. "Whoosh!" his figure blurred, reappearing with a cold smirk. He struck like a viper, "Thwack! Thwack!" his fists buried into the soldiers' guts.
"Ugh!" Sergeant Zhao grunted, the air violently expelled from his lungs, blood spraying from his mouth. "Puchi!"
!!
"Oh my god!"
"What's happening?"
Fear and disbelief were written on every face as they witnessed the brutal efficiency of Yu Tian's attacks, each hit punctuated by the harsh sounds of pain and the thud of bodies hitting the ground
Chen Xiaoya's eyes mirrored the horror that rippled through the crowd. "Yu Tian, no!" she screamed, her voice a sharp contrast to the dull thuds of the soldiers' bodies hitting the dusty ground. Her hands flew to her mouth, her body rigid with shock, as if she could hardly believe the violence before her.
Chu Yaoyao, meanwhile, stood motionless, her earlier confidence shattering into disbelief. "This... " she whispered, the breathy words barely escaping her lips. Her eyes, once fiery with the thrill of the night's events, now flickered with the fear of consequences that were quickly spiraling out of control.
Chen Xiaoya's voice was sharp with blame, "It's your arrogance, Yaoyao! Your reliance on the Huanglong Dynasty's strength has led us here!"
Chu Yaoyao's retort was swift, her words tinged with frustration, "I used our resources to secure what we deserved. You'd do the same, Xiaoya, given the chance."
"But at what cost?" Chen Xiaoya snapped back. "We wanted a race, not a battlefield!"
Their verbal spar was abruptly cut short by Yu Tian's menacing proclamation. "Think about it, if no one is left to tell the tale, who would dare accuse us?"
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As Yu Tian advanced, Chu Yaoyao's bodyguards leapt into action. "Protect Miss at all costs!" the head guard bellowed, moving to intercept the assailant.
Yu Tian's response was a cruel laugh. "Futile," he hissed as he dispatched them with brutal efficiency.
Crack!
Thud!
Their bodies hit the ground hard, their groans of pain lost amidst the chaos.
"Miss Yaoyao, watch out!" one guard cried, moments before being silenced by a vicious blow.
Chu Yaoyao, once proud and fierce, now stood in the shadow of fear, her bodyguards' cries echoing in her ears.
Chen Xiaoya, though shaken, couldn't hide the strategic calculation in her eyes. "Yu Tian, this is too mu—!" she shouted, but her voice betrayed the realization that this violent display might be their only escape from General Yang's authority.
The deadly dance ceased, leaving behind a chilling quietude. Yu Tian stood, his chest heaving from exertion, a bloody stench enveloping the scene.
Chu Yaoyao's bodyguards lay scattered, their groans of pain long faded.
Chu Yaoyao stumbled backward, her face crumbling into fragments of fear. "D-don't come near me, I know kung-fu as well!" she shouted, her voice quivering as the distance between her and Yu Tian shrank with his every step.
Her threat hung limply in the air, as implausible as a whisper against a storm.
Yu Tian's bloodstained hands were screaming about to the violence he was capable of.
Chu Yaoyao's back hit the cold metal of a car, her retreat cut short. "S-Stop!"
?Chu Yaoyao, with an air of haughty defiance that matched the bold contours of the Grand Canyon itself, stood her ground.
Her silhouette was accentuated by a high-collared, sleeveless top that clung to her like a second skin, its pristine white hue reflecting the stark floodlights overhead. Her skirt, a playful contrast in soft pink, fluttered in the night breeze, teasing the seriousness of the moment. Thigh-high lace stockings added a layer of daring to her ensemble, underscoring the youthful rebellion that seemed to emanate from her very being.
"Who is scared of whom, you obviously would cheat!" she accused, her chest heaving with each impassioned word. The movement seemed to momentarily distract Chen Xiaoya, whose lips twitched, as if suppressing a smirk.
Chen Xiaoya leaned back slightly, regarding Chu Yaoyao with a mixture of amusement and challenge. "Cheat? Please, Yaoyao, when have you ever known me to play dirty? I win because I'm better," she said, her voice carrying the cool confidence that the night air lacked.
Chu Yaoyao's dark hair cascaded over her shoulders in an elegant contrast to her fiery spirit, her tiara-like headpiece glinting like a crown befitting a race queen. "Being better doesn't mean anything if you're not brave enough to prove it on the track," Chu Yaoyao shot back, her gaze as piercing as the headlights of the supercars behind them.
!?
The standoff between Chu Yaoyao and Chen Xiaoya was abruptly interrupted by the approach of several imposing figures.
The bodyguards, dressed in tailored black suits that seemed to absorb the night, moved with a purposeful stride.
They wore earpieces, through which faint voices crackled, and their eyes scanned the crowd with practiced vigilance.
One of the bodyguards, a broad-shouldered man with a buzz cut, stepped forward and announced in a voice that commanded attention, "Miss Yaoyao has been granted exclusive use of the canyon for tonight's event. General Yang himself has given his permission." To emphasize the legitimacy of their claim, two uniformed soldiers flanked him, their military attire sharply contrasting with the casual and vibrant clothing of the crowd.
"Heh" Chu Yaoyao's expression transformed into a triumphant grin, her eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of the upper hand gained. Chen Xiaoya's stance faltered for a moment, the revelation catching her off-guard.
Before the silence could settle, Yu Tian, who had been leaning against a sleek sports car and observing the exchange with a sly, knowing look, pushed himself upright and sauntered forward.
His steps were casual, yet there was an unmistakable arrogance in his posture.
Yu Tian's bold declaration sliced through the night. "General Yang, you say? Ha! I don't bow to any general," he sneered. "We'll claim this place, by force if necessary, even if the emperor of heavens descends himself!"
Chen Xiaoya's voice trembled with a mixture of fear and desperation. "Yu Tian, stop this madness! We can find another spot, another time!" But her words were lost on him; he was already lost to the adrenaline of the confrontation.
His eyes locked onto the soldiers with a mocking glare. "And as for General Yang's loyal hounds—" Yu Tian's voice dripped with contempt.
Private Li's face turned a deep shade of red, "You dare disrespect—"
Before he could finish, Yu Tian's hands clamped around their necks. "Argh!" they choked out as they were slammed to the ground.
"Disrespect will be met with force!" Private Li shouted, his hand shaking as he drew his sidearm and fired, "Bang! Bang!"
But Yu Tian was a shadow, a specter that danced between moments. "Whoosh!" his figure blurred, reappearing with a cold smirk. He struck like a viper, "Thwack! Thwack!" his fists buried into the soldiers' guts.
"Ugh!" Sergeant Zhao grunted, the air violently expelled from his lungs, blood spraying from his mouth. "Puchi!"
!!
"Oh my god!"
"What's happening?"
Fear and disbelief were written on every face as they witnessed the brutal efficiency of Yu Tian's attacks, each hit punctuated by the harsh sounds of pain and the thud of bodies hitting the ground
Chen Xiaoya's eyes mirrored the horror that rippled through the crowd. "Yu Tian, no!" she screamed, her voice a sharp contrast to the dull thuds of the soldiers' bodies hitting the dusty ground. Her hands flew to her mouth, her body rigid with shock, as if she could hardly believe the violence before her.
Chu Yaoyao, meanwhile, stood motionless, her earlier confidence shattering into disbelief. "This... " she whispered, the breathy words barely escaping her lips. Her eyes, once fiery with the thrill of the night's events, now flickered with the fear of consequences that were quickly spiraling out of control.
Chen Xiaoya's voice was sharp with blame, "It's your arrogance, Yaoyao! Your reliance on the Huanglong Dynasty's strength has led us here!"
Chu Yaoyao's retort was swift, her words tinged with frustration, "I used our resources to secure what we deserved. You'd do the same, Xiaoya, given the chance."
"But at what cost?" Chen Xiaoya snapped back. "We wanted a race, not a battlefield!"
Their verbal spar was abruptly cut short by Yu Tian's menacing proclamation. "Think about it, if no one is left to tell the tale, who would dare accuse us?"
!?
"What!?" The primary upload of this chapter happened on n/0/vel(b)(j)(n).
As Yu Tian advanced, Chu Yaoyao's bodyguards leapt into action. "Protect Miss at all costs!" the head guard bellowed, moving to intercept the assailant.
Yu Tian's response was a cruel laugh. "Futile," he hissed as he dispatched them with brutal efficiency.
Crack!
Thud!
Their bodies hit the ground hard, their groans of pain lost amidst the chaos.
"Miss Yaoyao, watch out!" one guard cried, moments before being silenced by a vicious blow.
Chu Yaoyao, once proud and fierce, now stood in the shadow of fear, her bodyguards' cries echoing in her ears.
Chen Xiaoya, though shaken, couldn't hide the strategic calculation in her eyes. "Yu Tian, this is too mu—!" she shouted, but her voice betrayed the realization that this violent display might be their only escape from General Yang's authority.
The deadly dance ceased, leaving behind a chilling quietude. Yu Tian stood, his chest heaving from exertion, a bloody stench enveloping the scene.
Chu Yaoyao's bodyguards lay scattered, their groans of pain long faded.
Chu Yaoyao stumbled backward, her face crumbling into fragments of fear. "D-don't come near me, I know kung-fu as well!" she shouted, her voice quivering as the distance between her and Yu Tian shrank with his every step.
Her threat hung limply in the air, as implausible as a whisper against a storm.
Yu Tian's bloodstained hands were screaming about to the violence he was capable of.
Chu Yaoyao's back hit the cold metal of a car, her retreat cut short. "S-Stop!"
