Chapter 734: Fleeing (4)

Chapter 734: Fleeing (4)

Clunk!

The van's rear doors flung open. Since the van was still moving at a high speed, the cold winds gushing inside were explosive.

"Can't really see them..."

It was difficult to confirm the pursuers through naked eyes as far too many trucks and shipping containers behind eighteen-wheelers blocked the view. Even so, Kang Jin-Ho could sense naked malice and hostility coming from somewhere behind the convoy.

Vator grunted loudly. "Looks like they want to shoot a movie or something."

Kang Jin-Ho smirked. "That's too bad. No one's holding a camera right now."

"I don't think that's strictly the case, master," said Vator while looking up.

Kang Jin-Ho followed suit and spotted something flying up there. Although it was high up in the air, Kang Jin-Ho's eyes could clearly track it. "Mm? What's that? That small object?"

Kang Jin-Ho's first thought was that he was looking at a helicopter flying very high up, but that wasn't it. That object was a small device flying on its own power.

Vator narrowed his eyes. "Looks like a drone, master."

"A... drone?"

When Kang Jin-Ho reacted as if he had never heard of a drone before, Vator was briefly rendered speechless. "...Kuh-hum. Master?"

"What?"

"No, well, uh..." Vator glanced at Chang Min. He was asking for help here.

Chang Min took over. "My liege. That device is called a drone. You can think of it as a remotely controlled miniature helicopter fitted with a camera."

"Really? And it's so small?"

Vator tutted. "It's remotely controlled, master. Think of it as an RC car, okay?"

"RC?"

"...Don't worry about it. There's something like that."

Kang Jin-Ho silently nodded. He wasn't sure what these two were talking about but still got the rough gist of it. "The Crimson King's faction... sure has invented an interesting gadget, haven't they?"

"They didn't invent anything!" Vator suddenly yelled impatiently. Didn't Kang Jin-Ho ever stop by at a department store or something?!

Anyone with functioning eyes could find a mountain heap of toy drones for sale in any decent-sized department store, so how could Kang Jin-Ho not be aware of them?!

Kang Jin-Ho pointed at the drone. "What can that thing do?"

Vator tutted. "Monitor us."

"With its camera?"

"That's right."

That was when Kang Jin-Ho unhesitantly flicked his finger.

Ping!

A sharp piercing noise ensued, then the drone chasing them suddenly veered off into a strange direction before falling headlong toward the ground.

Kang Jin-Ho muttered disinterestedly. "Good thing I had a spare coin lying around."

"..."

After destroying that drone with a coin flick, Kang Jin-Ho turned his head to glance at other passengers. "I guess that's enough of an introduction, don't you think?"

Vator narrowed his eyes and growled. "I'll head out, master."

"I'm not trying to underestimate you, but I don't think now is the right time for you."

Kang Jin-Ho acknowledged Vator's martial prowess. However, this situation wasn't suitable for the big man to show off his strength. After all, he needed to be grounded first to display his incredible power. With everything moving at high speed like this, he would display less than a quarter of his abilities.

"Then?" Vator tilted his head. "Should we get the elders to the rear?"

"No."

Wuuuooong...!

The space in front of Kang Jin-Ho suddenly distorted. Vator's eyes opened slightly wider at this sight.

Wasn't that the special technique Wiggins displayed before? That magic thing? Since when did Kang Jin-Ho master that technique?

Kang Jin-Ho reached inside the distorted space and pulled something out. And that something was a lengthy and slender object.

'Isn't that a sword?'

Two swords, as a matter of fact; namely, the Crimson Destiny and the Azuremourne. Kang Jin-Ho's two favored swords were now tied to his waist.

"Guests have come, so the polite thing is for the host to welcome them. I'll be right back."

Kang Jin-Ho lightly jumped out of the back of the van. He deftly landed on the top of the truck following behind, before his figure rapidly disappeared from the view.

Vator smirked deeply while watching that scene. "Hmph. That welcome will be rather flashy, now won't it?"

***

"...Gimme a break. I can't take this anymore."

Zhu Gang had reached his limit.

Zhu Gang barely managed to reach the rear, then kicked the door as powerfully as he could in the cramped position.

Bang!

'One more time!'

Bang!

After a couple more vigorous kicks, the locks cracked enough to let the door open a little more. Almost at the same time, Zhu Gang's expression crumpled hideously.

That was because he could see... 'something' closing in fast! The sight beyond the open gap of the door was that of something big charging straight at the shipping container!

Zhu Gang cried out urgently. "Dammit! It's coming! Hold on!"

If only there was something to hold on inside a shipping container!

BOOOOOOOOM!

This time, the impact felt strong enough to crush Zhu Gang's body. As he grimaced, he sensed the truck momentarily becoming airborne.

"Uwaaaaaah?!"

An uncontrollable scream exploded from Zhu Gang's mouth. His body flew back. If it hadn't been for his peers behind him cushioning his body, Zhu Gang would've flown to the front of the container.

Ironically enough, being packed in like sardines had softened the impact. That impact was strong enough to throw the regular people around and break their limbs, but the tempered bodies of the demonic cultivators allowed them to survive it... At least this time!

Clunk! Bang!

The doors, now completely bent out of shape, issued sharp noises while throwing themselves open. Zhu Gang gritted his teeth at the spectacle greeting him from beyond the open doorway. He could see huge trucks behind theirs!

To Zhu Gang's knowledge, his truck was right at the back of the convoy. Which meant...!

"Sons of b*tches!"

Someone was pursuing the demonic cultivators! Those huge trucks were ramming into the shipping container Zhu Gang was in! And anyone with a functioning brain should realize who was giving them the chase like this.

Zhu Gang's complexion paled instantly. The eighteen-wheeler he was on was already driving fast enough to break its engine. Even if Zhu Gang and his peers were martial artists, what could they realistically do inside a moving shipping container?

They might have enjoyed a wider scope of movement if only fewer people were riding in the container. As things stood, they were having a tough time trying to stand straight!

What if the shipping container overturned, then?

'We could all get killed here!'

Any non-martial artists would die instantly. At least Zhu Gang and his peers were demonic cultivators, so their odds of survival were slightly higher!

As if the large truck belonging to the enemy read what was on Zhu Gang's mind, it sped up again to charge straight at the back of the bent shipping container!

VROOOOOM!

The roar of the enemy's truck registered loudly in Zhu Gang's hearing.

"Faster! You useless driver bastard! Go faster!"

"I'm sure he's doing that already!"

"Then why are those bastards faster than us?!"

"They have newer trucks, that's why! You dumb sh*t!"

"N-no! This thing won't hold anymore!"

The container was creaking ominously just from the wind buffeting against it. At this rate, one more impact could pretty much destroy this shipping container!

"Let's jump out of here!"

"What? To the ground?! Are you f*cking insane?! Can't you see all those trucks following us?! You'll get run over!"

"Let's jump on to that truck! I'm sure they don't have bulletproof glass or something!"

"There are too many people here for that!"

Before the clamoring and panicking demonic cultivators could come up with a solution... The enemy truck came mere inches away!

"Uwaaaah! You insane motherf*ckeeeeers!"

Just as a cry of despair and rage exploded from Zhu Gang's mouth...!

Step!

Something suddenly jumped into Zhu Gang's restricted view. His view, which was neatly framed like a cinema screen, suddenly captured a figure of a man appearing from above.

"Ah?!" Zhu Gang gasped out in confusion.

That back of a man wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans... Didn't it look rather familiar?

On either side of this familiar figure were two swords. The blades gently reflecting the moonlight suddenly swung in wide arcs.

PAAAAAAHAAANG!

The air noisily tore apart, and the enemy's truck charging in was split apart right down the middle. It separated into two halves as deafening noise rocked the air.

"M-my liege!"

Kang Jin-Ho put Zhu Gang's loud cry behind him and kicked the floor to charge straight ahead. Demonic qi burst out from behind him, and he now resembled a devil spreading its black wings inside the darkness of the night.

The festival of blood had finally commenced.