"Whoosh!"
A cool gust swept close to the ground through the dark, windy night. Rats on the street sensed danger and fled, but even they could not escape that speed. Cockroaches out foraging scrambled up the walls, yet they could not outrun it either.
Yao Chun ran flat out, but he could not catch even a glimpse of the two men ahead, and despair set in. Those two moved so fast that only "ghostlike" could describe them. A mere mortal like him could never keep up. Even his rigorous training and his former honor as the town's sprinting champion were utterly useless now.
Up ahead, Fu Ping stayed close behind Zeng Mu, who in turn followed the equally swift figure. For some reason, Zeng Mu found that silhouette familiar, as though he had seen it somewhere before.
From the shape of the figure's back and the way he walked, they could tell he was a man.
His speed was one thing, but what puzzled them was the mismatch between his pace and his movements.
Ever since they had come downstairs and begun chasing him, the man had merely been taking ordinary walking steps. Yet even so, he moved so quickly that they had to run to keep up.
Anyone witnessing the scene would have thought an immortal had descended to earth. To their eyes, the man seemed to step lightly on clouds, some wondrous force propelling his body forward like a stone skipping across water, throwing up one splash after another and leaving a succession of impossible miracles in his wake.
They pursued him through five streets, three markets, and two livestock farms, covering over three thousand meters-half of Green City.
By then, Yao Chun had only just managed a thousand meters. He was gasping for breath, his heart pounding