He swayed left and right, sometimes leaning forward, sometimes leaning back, sometimes stepping on flying stones, sometimes gliding close to the ground like a snake.
The countless stones shooting from behind like a rain of swords were all evaded by him.
Unknowingly!
Yan Chuan was already quite ahead in the leading team.
If viewed from above, it would be clearer—
"Yan Chuan!"
"Twelfth place!"
...
Yan Chuan stood out, his "Wave Riding Micro Steps" dazzling, bringing honor to Jian Province.
And behind.
Wang Zhengyi finally exerted his strength.
"Waaah!"
"Wang is here, everyone get out of the way!"
