pappabearbooks Chapter 672 - 32: 21:00
Chapter 672 - 32: 21:00
Nighttime, 20:22.Just under ten kilometers away from Lady Dais’s ancient castle.
A heavy motorcycle was speeding fiercely.
At its tail, a long trail of black and red smoke billowed, thick smoke rolling.
The front of the heavy motorcycle was riddled with holes.
The windscreen was completely shattered, the handlebar connected to the front was cut in half, and even one of the headlights was broken.
The body of the motorcycle, made of special metal, had a long sword slanted into it, along with dozens of bullet holes.
Through these gaps, one could see the engine of the heavy motorcycle burning madly, glowing with an orange-red light, consuming its last bit of energy.
"Hold on, we’re almost there!"
Punk’s voice grew hoarser and deeper.
As he spoke, his eyelids drooped, heavy as if they could close at any moment.
Exhaustion, fatigue, and massive energy depletion; Punk was nearly at his limit.
After he finished speaking, Aisha, who was slumped against him, did not move at all.
This unusual situation jolted the nearly dozing Punk into full alertness.
"Aisha? Aisha!"
He continued to drive the heavy motorcycle while glancing back over his shoulder.
His sister Aisha’s head hung limply on his shoulder, her wildly flying golden hair not obscuring the view behind them.
It was a long spear!
The spear was aimed at the driver, Punk, but because Aisha was seated behind him, she took the brunt of this sneak attack!
Which meant that the spear had pierced Aisha at least half an hour ago!
"Aisha! Sister! Sister!"
Punk kept shouting her name loudly.
Besides that, there was nothing more he could do.
Scenes of being with Aisha flashed through Punk’s mind, once more experiencing the pain of losing a loved one!
"Ugh." At that moment, a faint sound came to Punk’s ears.
This sound was extremely soft, but to Punk, it was like celestial music.
"Sister?!"
"I’m here, Punk, you’re so noisy." Aisha collapsed, pressing all her weight on Punk.
The high-speed wind from the motorcycle made her skin cold and her face slightly numb.
"How about it? Was bringing your sister the best decision you made?"
Feeling the intense pain in her chest, Aisha twisted her face in agony, but asked casually.
"If it weren’t for me blocking that sneak attack for you."
"Could you have completed Lord Zhan’s assignment?"
Aisha’s voice was soft and weak, but she spoke more words than usual.
Because she knew, she was about to die.
If she didn’t say a few more words now, she might never have the chance.
Punk twisted the throttle to the limit, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Are you crying?" Aisha asked.
"What are you thinking, the wind is too strong." Punk retorted grumpily.
"How much did you get for completing Lord Zhan’s task this time?"
"Ten sand coins."
"Ten sand coins... too little... for the two of us, it should be at least twenty. After you finish this task, demand a higher price."
"You’re not young anymore; you can’t just drift through life like this, find someone you truly like."
"Punk..."
"Sister, please stop talking! Hold on, we’re almost at the destination." Punk fixed his gaze on the distant castle and the drawbridge becoming clearer in his view.
"Sister, you won’t die."
"Lord Zhan is a Tier Nine Ultimate Powerhouse; he must have a way to save you!"
"Sister, you mustn’t die!"
Rumble!
The heavy motorcycle raced at top speed across the drawbridge.
At this moment, blackness was once again flooding his eyes.
The closer he got to the Thought Steel Seal’s control entity, the less he could control his thoughts.
Even Punk, even though he had the Thought Steel Seal applied not long ago, even his mind was tough.
Punk’s eyes were filled with ferocity and madness, the head of the heavy motorcycle swung violently.
The next second, the heavy motorcycle moved onto the drawbridge’s thick cables at an unbelievable angle.
The cables supporting the drawbridge could bear the weight of the half-ton heavy motorcycle.
But this was a real "wire-walking," and riding a motorcycle in such a way was a stunt-like maneuver.
Punk did it!
The tightly shut castle gate couldn’t stop him.
He floored the engine, and the heavy motorcycle let out an ultimate roar.
This roar tore through the silent and stagnant night sky.
This roar also had Punk riding his heavy motorcycle soaring over the castle gate, over the thick walls, and over the mass of people controlled by the Thought Steel Seal!
In the final moment before losing consciousness, Punk saw Han Zhan standing below in the center.
Han Zhan also looked up at that moment, following the sound to the heavenly motorcycle flying in.
"Lord Zhan!"
"Here is the result of your ten sand coin mission; we did it!"
Aisha, on the brink of death, couldn’t see where Han Zhan was, but remembered his scent, so when Punk shouted for the last time, she finally let go of her tightly-clenched hand.
Glistening with dreamy light, a cylindrical key made of Eternal Sand,
It fell unerringly towards where Han Zhan stood.
Simultaneously, Lady Dais reacted and screamed, lunging forward.
One punch.
No one saw how Han Zhan moved.
Lady Dais was blasted away by a terrifying power, colliding back into the mass of people, along with those standing on the walls, all getting severely injured.
0.01 seconds.
Han Zhan lifted both hands high above his head.
On his wrists, the energy suppressor shackles were pulled straight, revealing the deep central circular keyhole.
0.02 seconds.
The dazzling cylindrical key fell precisely into the circular keyhole.
Then, everyone heard a crisp "click" beside their ears.
The energy suppressor shackles were unlocked!
In a twinkling, the surging spiritual power inside Han Zhan surged again; he immediately injected a white spiritual power into the falling Punk and Aisha siblings.
Then, he raised his hand indifferently and swung a sword.
With his foot as the center line, unstoppable Sword Qi surged, slicing the majestic giant castle before him in two!
At that moment, another figure long lurking but rarely acting appeared, throwing a golden invitation to Han Zhan.
As Han Zhan caught the invitation.
A genderless voice rang in his ears:
"Welcome to [Sandbox Game]!"
Mass intervened.
To restrain the battle-crazed Han Zhan, they finally dragged him into the [Sandbox Game].
One rule of the [Sandbox Game]: players themselves cannot interfere with the normal progression within the game.
This means, no matter how formidable Han Zhan’s fighting power is, he can no longer influence Yongsha Star.
It is now nighttime, 21:00!