True Flight

Weightlessness.

No, something even more terrifying than weightlessness. It was the sensation of being forcibly ripped away from reality itself.

Carol felt like a stone loaded into a slingshot and fired in one-hundredth of a second. Everything around her became blurred streaks of endlessly stretched light. The wind was no longer wind, but a solid wall hard enough to tear steel apart, crushing against her body with insane force. The energy inside her instinctively formed a shield, yet even so, the horrifying acceleration blanked her mind completely, leaving her unable even to scream.

She instinctively looked at the man gripping her arm.

Then she saw a sight she would never forget for the rest of her life.

Chu Hang looked as calm as if he were taking a stroll through his backyard. Not even the hem of his trench coat was wrinkled, as though the gale capable of tearing apart anything simply did not exist to him. Unlike her, he had not clad himself in blazing energy armor. He merely stood there—or rather, floated there—surrounded by an almost invisible energy field that rippled faintly like water. Every gust, every bit of resistance, every terrifying force of acceleration, slid effortlessly aside the moment it touched that thin field, as if striking an absolutely smooth mirror.

Efficient, precise, without the slightest waste.

This was not flying at all.

This was naked contempt for the laws of physics.

Carol finally understood what he had meant earlier. Her own way of flying—relying on explosive energy and charging headlong through everything—really was like a three-year-old swinging a siege hammer compared to this man. He, on the other hand, was a grandmaster capable of carving an entire Along the River During the Qingming Festival onto a grain of rice with a scalpel.

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