Chương 10: ZZZ! Body Wings!

Body Wings!

Yang Yiming laughed loudly in the air, trying to hide his inner fear.

"The Wind Eagle Armor has air superiority! I don't believe that a mere iron turtle that can only walk on the ground can do anything to me! As long as I keep flying in the sky to buy time, you can't stay in my dream forever! I will naturally wake up when it's dawn!"

Looking at Yang Yiming, who was suspended in mid-air and thought he had found a way to break the deadlock, Jiang Che, who was standing on the ground, was not angry at all. Instead, he shook his head helplessly.

"They don't even know how to use the most basic meditation mudra, and when they encounter danger, they only know how to run to the sky like flies."

Jiang Che's voice was filled with undisguised contempt, "You've truly wasted the immense power of the Light and Shadow Armor!"

Yang Yiming, who was in the air, was originally feeling smug, but when he saw Jiang Che on the ground not panicking at all, and even making sarcastic remarks, his heart clenched and he immediately felt an extremely bad premonition.

The next second, he saw a scene that made his eyes widen in horror.

Jiang Che calmly raised his right hand, a flash of red light appeared in his palm, and he pulled out a brand new prop that was entirely red and had double wing patterns printed on its surface—the Flying Wing Dream Capsule.

Jiang Che then removed the Impact Dream Capsule from the driver's groove, and then slammed the red Wing Dream Capsule in his hand into the driver's groove.

[Dream reading! Wing lock!] The high-pitched and shrill standby sound instantly echoed throughout the entire dream space.

Jiang Che gripped the push bar with his right hand and pushed it forward with a jolt!

"Transform!"

Wings! Awaken!

Good morning, Rider!

【Zeztz·Zeztz·Zeztz! Wing! 】 boom!

As the transformation sound effect faded.

A dark red energy flashed by.

Immediately afterwards, with a "clang", a pair of wings suddenly unfolded on both sides of Jiang Che's body!

The edges of the wings gleamed with a sharp, cold red light.

"call--!"

Jiang Che's wings flapped downwards suddenly, and the violent airflow instantly blew all the rubble off the ground.

His body broke the sound barrier in an instant, transforming into a streak of silver and red light, soaring straight into the sky at a terrifying speed several times faster than Yang Yiming!

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Che was already hovering at the same height as Yang Yiming, his wings slowly flapping behind him, exuding a despairing sense of oppression.

Its scarlet compound eyes stared intently at Yang Yiming, who was completely stunned.

Jiang Che spoke coldly:

"You think you're the only one who can fly?"

Yang Yiming, who was hovering opposite, looked even more ashen-faced than a dead man.

He thought that flying into the sky would give him a chance to catch his breath, but he didn't expect that the other party could also fly!

"Run! Why don't you keep running?"

Jiang Che's voice echoed among the clouds.

"Damn it... damn it!" Yang Yiming roared, forcibly extracting the last of the wood energy from the Wind Eagle Armor.

He blurred into a streak of blue light and charged toward Jiang Che, wielding the Wind Eagle Sword with a desperate, all-or-nothing force as he slashed horizontally.

Jiang Che snorted coldly, and the wings on his back suddenly folded forward.

"Clang!"

The originally light wings instantly became as hard as steel, like two heavy shields, steadily blocking the slashes of the Wind Eagle Sword.

Sparks flew across the metal wings, but left no trace.

"Is that all?"

Jiang Che suddenly flapped his wings outwards, and the enormous thrust sent Yang Yiming flying back several meters.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Che's figure transformed into a bolt of lightning, drawing a sharp zigzag trajectory in the air.

That was a high-speed, powerful attack!

Yang Yiming only felt a blur before his eyes, and Jiang Che had already appeared to his side.

Kamen Rider ZZZ swept past, the edges of his wings flashing red light like a high-frequency vibrating scalpel.

"Pfft!"

The tips of the wings sliced across the belly of the Wind Eagle Armor like sharp swords, leaving behind a trail of dazzling sparks and energy fragments.

"Ah!" Yang Yiming screamed as he lost his balance in mid-air.

Jiang Che did not give him a chance to adjust.

He used the propulsion of his wings to launch high-speed, all-around attacks in the air.

Each time it passed by, it left a deep, bone-revealing wound on Yang Yiming's body.

Yang Yiming was repeatedly struck and cut through in mid-air like a ball. The blue armor's light grew dimmer and dimmer, his once agile movements became sluggish and heavy, and the warning sounds from the energy core had become a continuous stream in his consciousness.

"Bastard! Let me go! I surrender!" Yang Yiming roared, but in the dream, his voice sounded so weak.

Jiang Che reappeared above Yang Yiming, his wings suddenly retracted, and then he brought his feet together and stomped heavily on Yang Yiming's chest.

"boom!"

The last bit of energy defense was completely crushed.

The light from the Qiankun Crystal on Yang Yiming's chest went out, and he broke out of his transformed state, reverting to his original form covered in blood.

Having lost the armor's ability to levitate, Yang Yiming plummeted straight down from a height of several hundred meters.

He opened his mouth wide, but the intense pressure of the fall prevented him from making a sound.

Looking up at the black figure looking down at him, he felt nothing but endless regret and extreme fear of death.

"Impossible! This must be a nightmare! How could you kill someone in a dream!"

Although Yang Yiming said this, he was already terrified inside.

He couldn't tell the difference, he really couldn't tell the difference.

He was afraid that it was all real!

Jiang Che hovered high in the sky, his wings slowly unfurling.

"Let me remain forever asleep in this nightmare."

Jiang Che pressed the Wings Dream Capsule, and energy surged wildly into the wings on his back.

Countless sharp sword feathers, shimmering with a dark red light, appeared behind him.

These sword feathers, like controlled floating cannons, paused slightly in the air before transforming into a dense rain of death, pouring down on Yang Yiming as he fell below.

"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Countless sharp whistling sounds ripped through the air.

Yang Yiming watched in horror as the overwhelming red light covered him.

The first sword feather pierced his shoulder, followed by his chest, abdomen, and thigh...

The dense sword feathers not only pierced his body, but also nailed his soul to the void of this dream.

The moment he hit the ground, his entire body was riddled with holes, leaving not a single inch of intact skin.

Yang Yiming's eyes bulged out, eventually losing all focus.

This dream space began to collapse rapidly with Yang Yiming's death.

[Ding! Hunted down the Wind Eagle Warrior in Light and Shadow Armor, gained 200 points!] Jiang Che stood before the mangled corpse, watching Yang Yiming's consciousness completely dissipate, his heart unmoved.

This is just the beginning.

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The real world.

VIP area of the inpatient department of Linchuan First Hospital.

The corridor was quiet, with only the faint sound of the humidifier running.

As the young master of the Yang family, Yang Yiming stayed in a special care ward with the highest level of protection, and there were even dedicated security personnel guarding the door.

Yang Yiming was sleeping soundly in the hospital bed.

Because of the severe injuries sustained during the day, the doctors administered the highest dose of sedatives to ensure he could enter a deep sleep to promote repair.

However, at a certain moment, Yang Yiming's body suddenly convulsed violently.

His face, which had been calm under the influence of the drugs, instantly became incredibly ferocious.

Due to extreme fear and pain, his facial features were contorted, and his eyeballs spun wildly under his eyelids.

The instrument standing nearby emitted a piercing alarm.

"drop--!!!"

The curve on the electrocardiogram jumped to an incredible height in an instant, and then settled into a lifeless straight line.

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Yang Yiming had no external wounds, but a large amount of blood began to seep from his skin pores.

The amount of blood was astonishing; in just a few seconds, his pristine white silk hospital gown was stained a glaring dark red.

A large amount of blood dripped down the edge of the bed, staining a large area on the high-end carpet.

Yang Yiming is dead.

"Click".

The ward door was pushed open.

A nurse came in for rounds, carrying a logbook, and said habitually, "Mr. Yang, it's time to change the dressing..."

Before she could finish speaking, the nurse's gaze fell on the hospital bed soaked in blood.

The moonlight shone on Yang Yiming's face, which was contorted like a ghost and had its eyes wide open in death.

"ah--!!!"

A piercing scream shattered the tranquility of the inpatient ward.