Deep within the dense forest, An off-road vehicle tore through the dense forest, its engine roared like a wild beast. Dust billowed behind it, obscuring the trail it blazed. Three vehicles, each distinct in its own right, thundered in pursuit.
The first vehicle, a rugged 4x4 truck, bellowed through the underbrush, its tires gripping the earth with ferocity. Its driver, a seasoned adventurer, expertly navigated the rough terrain, determined to catch the elusive prey ahead.
Behind the truck, a sleek ATV darted through narrow gaps between trees, its rider agile and fearless. With precision and agility, they maneuvered through the obstacles, closing in on their target with each passing moment.
Bringing up the rear was a modified dune buggy, its engine screaming with adrenaline-fueled power. The driver, a thrill-seeker with nerves of steel, embraced the challenge of the chase, pushing the buggy to its limits as it leaped over fallen logs and dodged protruding roots.
Together, the trio of pursuers raced through the forest, their engines roaring in a cacophony of determination. The off-road vehicle ahead seemed to mock them with its elusive speed, but the chase was far from over.
Bang!! Bang!!
"Drive faster Jake!!"
"Am driving as fast as I can!!"
And in the off road vehicle that is being pursued, Vivian and Jake could be seen in it with an anxious look on their faces.
’Will boss be able to catch up to us in this speed?’ Jake thought with a worried look on his face. But right before he could put his attention back on the road, something unexpected happened.
Bang!!
As the off-road car sped through the dense forest, kicking up dirt and debris in its wake, the sound of revving engines echoed through the trees. Two menacing off-road vehicles were hot on its trail, determined to catch their prey.
Suddenly, from the side, a massive truck burst onto the scene, barreling through the underbrush with reckless abandon. With a deafening roar, it slammed into the side of the fleeing car, sending it careening off course.
Metal crunched and tires screeched as the car spun out of control, narrowly avoiding trees before finally coming to a rest, smoke billowing from its battered frame. The chase was over, but the danger had only just begun.
’F*ck!’ Jake thought with an anxious face which has one side of it already dyed with blood, when he looked behind him, he saw that Vivian have already gone unconscious with a trail of blood going down her cheeks.
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Without wasting anymore time, Jake quickly took hold of Vivian and used his right leg to forcefully open the driver’s door beside him which he got out from.
’This is bad’ Jake thought again right after he came out from the tumbled off road vehicle as he saw his pursuers park all around him as they slowly got out of their off road vehicles.
"We have caught up to them young master" one of the people who came out from one of the parked off road vehicles suddenly said over a phone call.
Standing tall and imposing, the person who is over a phone call is apparently a Russian bodybuilder who possessed a Herculean physique that seemed chiseled from stone. His broad shoulders strained against the fabric of his sleeveless shirt, while thick veins bulged beneath his tanned skin, mapping the path of raw power coursing through his body.
With a square jawline and piercing blue eyes, he exuded an air of intensity that commanded attention. Yet, there was a sense of tranquility in his demeanor, a quiet confidence that spoke of inner strength honed through discipline and dedication. As he moved with purpose, there was a fluidity to his motions, like a seasoned martial artist mastering his craft.
In the presence of this formidable figure, one couldn’t help but feel the aura of a cultivator, a warrior-poet channeling the ancient wisdom of the ages through his formidable physical prowess.
’Why is this guy giving off the same aura as boss?’ Jake thought with a grim look on his face, but he still stood upright with Vivian laying right behind him.
"Capture the woman, but you can dispose of the rest" a cold voice suddenly sounded out of the phone.
"As you wish, young master" The Russian body builder responded before he ended the call. As soon as he ended the call, he slowly turned his gaze towards Jake before he spoke up in an indifferent tone.
"Kill him"
’Crap!’ Jake cursed within him with a grim look on his face as he suddenly raised up his two fists. But the people who are surrounding him didn’t seem to care as they instantly pounced on him.
’Ok stay calm Jake, don’t let what Master Kenneth taught you to be in vain’ Jake thought as he slowly took in a deep breath before he opened his eyes which now have a deep and profound look and focus in it.
In the heart of the forest, shadows danced among the trees as Jake, a martial artistunder training, found himself surrounded by a swarm of thugs. With lightning-fast reflexes, he dispatched the first few assailants with precise strikes and swift kicks, sending them sprawling to the forest floor. But their numbers seemed endless, and soon Jake found himself facing wave after wave of relentless attackers.
With every move, Jake’s muscles rippled with power, his movements a deadly dance of grace and ferocity. Yet, despite his skill, the sheer weight of their numbers began to take its toll. Sweat dripped from his brow as he fought on, each blow landing with the force of a sledgehammer.
As the thugs closed in, Jake’s breaths came in ragged gasps, his defenses weakening with each passing moment. With a final surge of desperation, he lashed out with all his remaining strength, but it was not enough. Overwhelmed by the sheer force of their assault, Jake stumbled backward, his defenses crumbling beneath the relentless onslaught.
Bruised and battered, Jake found himself outnumbered and outmatched, the sounds of the forest fading into a distant haze as darkness closed in around him.
"Ok, that should be enough"
But right when Jake was about to loose consciousness, he heard a very familiar voice that is filled with murderous intent which made him to force out a smile on his face as he thought.
’He finally came’
"Who is their!?" The Russian cultivator spoke out with a vigilant look on his face while he thought with a bad feeling rising within him.
’Why can’t I sense where that voice came from?’
"It seems like you guys have a death wish for hurting my subordinate. And that wish will surely be granted right here and now" The voice sounded out in the forest again in a more colder tone.
"Spread out and look for where that voice is coming from" The Russian cultivator suddenly commanded with a grim look on his face. Giving him a nod of approval, the thugs began to search around the forest in hopes of finding the person that owns the voice they have been hearing.
But Unbeknownst to them, Hutton, a young cultivator, had been silently observing their movements. With a flicker of concentration, he tapped into his mastery of spatial manipulation, and in an instant, he materialized right on the shoulder of one of the thugs.
Startled, the thug whipped around, his eyes widening in disbelief as he found himself face to face with the mysterious intruder. Before he could react, Hutton’s hand shot out, grasping him with an iron grip as he stared down his startled adversary with steely determination.
The thug’s comrades, caught off guard by Hutton’s sudden appearance, hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. In that fleeting moment, Hutton seized the opportunity, swiftly disarming the thug and rendering him helpless with a swift strike.
With a calm confidence that belied his youth, Hutton stood his ground, a silent reminder of the formidable power that lurked within the depths of the forest. As the thugs exchanged wary glances, they realized that they were no match for this enigmatic cultivator who had appeared seemingly out of thin air.
"Take him out!!" Noticing the grave situation he has found himself in, the Russian cultivator exclaimed with a panicked look on his face while he tries to flee. But Hutton still remained calm as he thought.
’Trying to escape from him, keep on dreaming’
And so, With a flick of his wrist, Hutton unleashed a devastating wave of energy, sweeping through the ranks of the thugs like a tempest unleashed. In a dazzling display of skill and precision, he channeled the essence of his cultivation into a single, unstoppable move.
Caught off guard by the sheer force of Hutton’s attack, the thugs were thrown into disarray, their ranks decimated in an instant. The Russian cultivator, renowned for his strength and resilience, attempted to rally his comrades, but it was too late.With a fierce determination, Hutton pressed his advantage, his movements fluid and effortless as he dispatched the remaining thugs with swift, decisive strikes.
One by one, they fell before him, powerless against the overwhelming might of his mastery.As the dust settled and silence descended upon the forest once more, Hutton stood alone and thought amidst the fallen adversaries, a beacon of strength and resilience in the face of adversity.
’This... Feels good’