Chapter 380: Today is too late, haven’t revised yet_2
Controlling the synchronous flapping of the wings, Li Zheng’s body slowly lifted off the ground.
The Thunder Wings were hollow, unable to catch the airflow.
But the Demon Thunder Wings were never intended to rely on that traditional method for flight.
The main energy source for these wings was actually something similar to "electromagnetic" power.
"No wonder I crashed last time using the traditional wing flying method; I completely misunderstood it," Li Zheng stopped flapping his wings, yet remained suspended in midair, without descending.
"Awoo?"
Little Sakura curiously flew over to observe her master’s wings up close, showing an envious expression.
To her, these luminous and large wings seemed incredibly cool!
Li Zheng laughed and said, "Now you probably can’t fly faster than me."
As his words fell, electric light flashed wildly in midair.
In the next second, Li Zheng disappeared from his original spot, transforming into a thick bolt of lightning cutting through the sky.
Stopping in front of the rooftop card reader, Li Zheng nodded in satisfaction.
The speed of the Demon Thunder Wings exceeded his imagination; with just a slight exertion, it was several times faster than any flying device.
He had a premonition.
If he exerted these wings fully for flight, he could truly reach the speed of lightning!
However, in that state, flying would greatly impact his own body.
Neither his bones, flesh, nor internal organs could withstand such speed.
Currently, he could only barely endure it by simultaneously activating the Power Demon Incarnation, and the duration wouldn’t be very long.
After ensuring sufficient Original Force, Li Zheng decided to test the extreme speed.
First, activate the Incarnation Ability, then stimulate the Thunder Wings.
This time, he didn’t even leave a phantom of lightning; he seemed to vanish into thin air.
Three seconds later, in a corner of the room, Li Zheng reappeared.
As soon as his form emerged, the effect of the Power Demon Incarnation was unable to be maintained and returned to normal.
"Such terrifying speed!" Li Zheng was slightly frightened; at full exertion, the flying speed was so fast he couldn’t even control the direction.
If it weren’t for the relatively large area of the room he was in, he wouldn’t have been able to stop in time on his own and would have crashed into the wall in a suicidal impact.
"It could be used as a burst technique, but for regular flying, it still needs to be controlled."
With the basic test complete, Li Zheng divided the wing speed into six gears.
First gear is slightly slower than the speed of a flying device at full exertion and is used for relatively safe travel.
Second gear doubles the speed and can be used in combat; super-fast speed also enhances his attack effectiveness.
It’s roughly equivalent to Little Sakura activating her "Rapid Flight" ability.
Third gear is the current limit he can endure; in this state, he can barely control direction, and it doesn’t impose a large burden on his body.
Starting from fourth gear, the speed is beyond his control, and he won’t use it unless absolutely necessary.
It’s extremely dangerous.
After a brief rest, Li Zheng brought the shocked Little Sakura along and left through the rooftop door to begin today’s exploration.
...
Channel Sixty-Seven.
Jiang Bingyao played with the Compass in his hand, his triangular eyes scanning the power ranking, searching for the next target.
Not far from him, a pile of rotten flesh mixed with various colors was scattered across the ground.
Not long ago, that pile of rotten flesh was a living person.
Meanwhile, the Blood Qi on Jiang Bingyao’s body had grown much more intense compared to when he first arrived here.
The order Cheng Tianpu gave him this time was simple: eliminate everyone within the top fifty of Channel Sixty-Seven’s power ranking as long as he had the ability to kill them!
For this, Cheng Tianpu purposely equipped him with a Hunter’s Compass that could teleport nine times within the same channel once charged with energy.
This also meant Jiang Bingyao had to stay in Channel Sixty-Seven for at least five days to complete the task.
"Heh, a bunch of trash. Even though they already know I’m here, is there no one who can come to stop me?" Jiang Bingyao scanned the power ranking while also paying attention to the chat info in the area channel.
His arrival was exposed as soon as he attacked the first-ranked player, causing the entire Channel Sixty-Seven to verbally condemn him.
However, the condemnation against Jiang Bingyao only goes so far.
Because Jiang Bingyao had never exposed his true name, even if the others knew of his existence, they were powerless against him.
Without a true name, there’s no way to locate and teleport him.
The players of Channel Sixty-Seven were entirely in a position of being hit.
Unless there’s a manager here like Channel 879, who uses the daily power ranking refresh right to record Jiang Bingyao’s info in the power ranking.
"These trash have terrible feel; let’s find some top-ten experts in the power ranking to change it up," Jiang Bingyao casually entered a name into the Compass and teleported there.
...
In another room, Misaka Tsuchiemon had just killed a Gold Level creature and sat cross-legged on the ground, the Tachi resting on his legs as he meditated and recovered his Genetic Force.
Sometimes, the "Metal Manipulation" ability he mastered was much more useful than the Sword Dao he learned.
Therefore, in every battle, Misaka Tsuchiemon never spared his Genetic Force; after each fight, he had to recover for a long time, reaching peak condition before opening the next door.
This time was no exception.
His Original Force had only recovered halfway; it would take at least another twenty minutes to fully recuperate.
Those twenty minutes, barring any surprises, would be spent in meditation.
This meditation was his self-created practice based on the inner strength cultivation methods of Dragon Country; while it appeared as sitting and resting, his consciousness remained perpetually active.
No matter how much his body wanted to get up and move, he would restrain his instincts and refine his mind.
...
Jiang Bingyao emerged from the teleportation state and stepped onto the thick grass.
Looking around, he saw only withered grass, resembling a dead domain.
Within this dead domain sat a player, seemingly as immobile as a meditative monk, undisturbed by external distractions.
Clap!
Clap!
Clap!
With heavy footsteps, Jiang Bingyao walked over to him, studying him with interest.
"Misaka Tsuchiemon, ranked third on Channel Sixty-Seven’s power ranking, because the first and second have never appeared, you could also be considered the number one on Channel Sixty-Seven."
Jiang Bingyao circled around Misaka Tsuchiemon, speaking as if reciting a familiar story.
(I can’t finish it today, but I’ll reach five hundred words soon and be able to revise it.)
Ignoring the unpleasant texture, the sphere wasn’t hard to swallow, and coupled with Li Zheng’s desperate survival instincts, he began to devour it impulsively for a while. The already slightly misshapen mound of earth became even more disfigured under his frenzied gnawing.
Shashasha...
A very faint sound came from behind Li Zheng, like something falling onto the dry leaves, or like... the sound of dry leaves being trampled.
Though faint, in the incredibly quiet forest, it was akin to a thunderclap.
"What is it?"
Li Zheng instantly became alert, his chewing slowed, and two antennae frantically swung, trying to catch something from the air.
After a moment, the swinging antennae hadn’t captured anything unusual, yet Li Zheng dared not relax and decisively burrowed into the dry leaves with several leg segments, leaving only two antennae lightly swaying outside.
"Something was definitely approaching just now!"
Li Zheng seemed to hear his heart fiercely beating, a tension and panic coming from the depths of his soul.
Although he didn’t know where he was or why he had turned into a bug.
But as long as he was alive, he absolutely didn’t want to die; even the utmost caution wasn’t too much. The jungle’s law of the weak, akin to the cruelty of human society, would pulverize those who weren’t careful.
Literally pulverize!
Time passed unknowingly, the forest remained silent, and the previous disturbance seemed like an illusion, causing him a feeling of unreality.
But he knew he had indeed heard the sound of dry leaves being crushed; there was no mistake about that!
Yet why hasn’t the opponent shown up after so long?
If the opponent were out hunting him, they should have appeared by now, after all, he was only a bug the size of a fingernail, truly at the mercy of the knife and the meat block...
"Should I go out and take a look?"