The Last-Ditch Pursuit, Ghost Cavalry of the Vanguard

"Nora Samurai?!" Wang Dafa shouted. "Get down!"

Driver did not listen.

Because Driver had no time.

"Go to hell!" he roared, stomping the accelerator, trying to ram the man blocking the road to death with the car's front end.

Facing the menacing Rolls-Royce, Nora Samurai merely slid lightly to the side, then thrust his blade horizontally.

With that sliding sidestep, he avoided the Rolls-Royce's impact by neither too much nor too little. The gale whipped up by the car sent Nora Samurai's robes fluttering, yet did not harm him in the slightest.

With that horizontal thrust, he pierced the side window of the driver's seat without deviation. Incomparably precise, incomparably ingenious—great skill appearing simple, all as if wrought by nature itself.

The blade tip entered Driver's skull through the area beside his ear.

Then, under the combined force of Nora Samurai and the car's speed, the blade became like a horrifying cutting machine, sweeping sideways through the cabin in an unstoppable arc of death.

Crack! Crash! An entire plane of car windows shattered instantly. Even the B-pillar and C-pillar, forged from high-strength steel, were sliced clean through amid spraying sparks. With a swish, Nora Samurai brushed past the Rolls-Royce, carving a miserable wound across its entire side.

He glanced at the nick in his blade, then slowly sheathed it with some regret.

When he looked back, the Rolls-Royce's trajectory had instantly fallen into chaos. Yet the next moment, it seemed as though a pair of powerful hands had seized the steering wheel at the last possible instant, forcing the tilting body back under control.

It was Wang Dafa.

When the blade swept over, Wang Dafa ducked violently as if he had foreseen it, narrowly evading the slash. Then, without a word, he sprang up, grabbed the steering wheel, and set