When Zhang Yingying rounded that dangerous stretch of Coastline, ditched the Water Motorcycle, and arrived at Ronan's side slightly out of breath, Zeolite Beach—the upscale private resort beach with some fame in Di City—had already been completely transformed beyond recognition.
At the very front, the Deep Blue Walker Experimental Machine controlled by Shi Xinhe and Meng Chong, whose entire body was nearly engulfed in flames, were locked in a bear-hug grapple, straining head-to-head.
Both had originally been warrior types. Meng Chong in particular was a renowned Body Cultivator powerhouse. Yet now, there was no trace of any exquisite combat technique between them, only the most primitive tug-of-war collision.
Even so, the violent energy they unleashed shook the beach. Sand and stones flew everywhere, blotting out the sky and sun.
From Zhang Yingying's position, especially when she looked out over the beach from where Ronan stood, she could not help feeling much the same as someone else had earlier:
This is basically a chessboard sandbox, isn't it? Or some kind of tactical chess game?
Everyone on the beach was like a chess piece, with no real initiative of their own. Ronan merely arranged them into formation, each in their proper place. A tap made them move, and tossing out a move was enough...
Ronan seemed to still be considering the next Chess Path, with no movement to make another move.
Zhang Yingying had no time to think further. She had not gone through all that trouble to get here just to watch the show. She had received a message from the Martial Emperor and had come to pass it on.
"Boss was afraid of disturbing you, so she had me tell you this: most of the others know better, and she'll keep an eye on them for you. Handle the situation