The ownerless motorcycle was racing through the air, approaching Feng Hua Lian and Shen Bai like bulls.

Shen Bai flicked his fingers together, and clusters of golden flames were squeezed out by him, like heavy machine gun bullets vented in madness.

These golden flame bullets hit the outer shell of the motorcycle, crackling and creating spiral ripples, like little golden suns. The temperature suddenly rose and the air twisted.

Unfortunately, the high temperature and kinetic energy did not penetrate the steel coat of the locomotive. Its exhaust holes emitted light red steam, blocking the flaming bullets.

Shen Bai clicked his tongue and dodged the collision of the motorcycle. At this time, the Utopia Express had already gone away, and the ant-like shepherd sect also disappeared.

He tilted his head, and an unpleasant thought flashed through his mind:

"What's going on? Tweaking the tiger away from the mountain?"

"noob!"

Fenghua Lian's call made him wake up from his brief trance. The red-haired girl and Shen Bai thought that it would be detrimental to them to continue to be entangled here, so they gave Shen Bai a look and raised the sky by himself. Cong Yun chases the silver train in the distance.

Shen Bai once again escaped the bull-like collision of the motorcycle and fell to the ground.

Sure enough, Wuzhu's motorcycle only had one rib, and he rushed over again without thinking. His own speed and gravity added up to a considerable power. Unfortunately, Shen Bai still had no intention of confronting it head-on. Twisted out of position, the motorcycle hit the ground and sank into a deep pit.

——After all, it is just a motorcycle. It can charge like a mad cow, but let it imitate humans to punch and kick, but it will really make things difficult for the car.

"This battle was much easier than imagined."

Shen Bai murmured softly, hit him, took out a piece of red cloth from somewhere, faced the motorcycle rushing out of the ground, and imitated a matador.

He was nimble on his feet, and the motorcycle had only empty power. It would be extremely cumbersome without anyone operating it. All attacks were easily dodged by Shen Bai.

This is Shen Bai's idea. Power cannot be generated out of thin air, and there will always be times when a motorcycle loses its power.

It doesn’t matter if it’s gasoline or something else, just consume it and that’s it.

A few more minutes passed, and the collision of the motorcycle became more and more weak. Shen Bai saw the right opportunity and suddenly rode on it.

He clearly felt that the heavy-duty locomotive's body shuddered, and then the exhaust pipe roared, as if a frustrated cow's nose was blowing out a stream of smoke.

The tires spun crazily, knocking Shen Bai in all directions.

The black heavy-duty motorcycle was so fast that it easily exceeded the speed of sound when it exploded. In the blink of an eye, it smashed into several mountain peaks, rolling stones continued to fall, and several small rivers burst their banks one after another.

However, Shen Bai was unmoved by this attack, and just used his strengthened legs to firmly clamp the car body, like taming a fierce horse, competing with the brutal motorcycle under him for strength and bravery.

Finally, after a long period of fierce battle between one person and one vehicle, the motorcycle finally gave in. The thick exhaust pipe whined, the body of the motorcycle bent in frustration, and the wheels stopped spinning.

Shen Bai clicked his tongue in surprise, opened the oil cap and found that there was no smell of fuel inside.

——This weird motorcycle has never used liquid fuel.

What is it powered by?

Shen Bai patted the butt of the car and said with a smile:

"Brother Che, can you speak? Just squeak?"

The exhaust pipe was filled with water and I ignored him.

"Since you don't speak, I assume you agree to be my mount."

Shen Bai used both arms to lift the body up and turned the accelerator. Sure enough, strong power came from the rear wheel, and the motorcycle still retained the basic attributes of a vehicle.

Under the control of the young man's terrifying arm strength, the front of the car only resisted symbolically for a few seconds and then was at the mercy of Shen Bai.

——A good car can bend and stretch!

The motorcycle made a thunderous sound, the wheels emitted light red gas again, and hundreds of kilograms of the vehicle body flew into the air carrying Shen Bai, speeding away towards the Utopia Express.

The earth and sky retreated rapidly, the sound barrier was easily broken, and a light gray protective layer automatically rose around the motorcycle to isolate it from the strong wind and cold.

Shen Bai controlled the weird locomotive and returned to the silver train in less than half a minute.

As Shen Bai expected, the tidal shepherd sect army had receded, and the Utopia Express was traveling at a lower speed.

Regardless of whether they were contestants or soldiers, there were only a few serious injuries, and most of them were just scratches. For those who had made some achievements in martial arts, an injury of this level was equivalent to an all-out training session.

This is not to divert the tiger away from the mountain. The actual combat power of the convoy that the Shepherd Sect came to attack this time was lower than that of the Blue Sea people in the Utopia Express.

This is a suicide attack that is bound to fail.

Shen Bai didn't know what their purpose was, and he didn't bother to think about it. If the sky fell, there would be a tall man to support it, and Sister Mao'er was there. No matter what happened, he would always have a way out.

He put the strange car in the second half of the train, intending to give it away as a trophy, but when he returned to his seat, he suddenly thought of something strange and asked Liu Tiancang:

"Brother Liu, this is the hinterland of Utopia. The enemy is attacking, but why are there no reinforcements?"

"can not come."

"ha?"

"Colonel Li, the commander-in-chief of this escort mission, told me that during this period, the Utopia Security Headquarters has received more than ten distress signals...all from the Utopia Express Line carrying contestants from all over the world!"

…

A 30-car silver-white train passed through the wasteland. It was a Utopia express from the third-level city "Jinjiang City" to the central city "Guangming City". There were also contestants and escorts on board.

The top of this train is full of dense black spots. The "Free Bird Sect" has the best human bionic wings in the world. They carry a large number of bombs and continuously throw them from the air. The threat is far greater than that of the shepherds driving.

However, contrary to the dangerous situation, the people on this train did not send frantic distress signals. They only symbolically reported the situation to the Utopia Security Headquarters and continued to travel at the predetermined speed.

They were sure that their trip would be safe and sound.

Outside the first section of the train, directly above the cab, a curly-haired boy wearing a school uniform was lying on the silver roof, playing hat and lazily looking at the densely packed Free Bird congregation.

His hair is yellowish, with obvious natural curls, and his curly bangs cover his eyes, revealing a few light freckles on his cheeks.

Anyone who looks at him at first glance will think that this curly-haired boy must be a good kid who likes to read.

In fact, his grades in cultural classes were indeed outstanding.

But what is even more outstanding is his boxing.

The boy stood up, clenched the five fingers of his right hand tightly together, and drew back his fist.

This is a very "layman" posture. The essence of boxing lies in the posture that has been honed for thousands of days and nights. When to draw in the waist, when to turn the elbows, and when to raise the shoulders, there can be no mistakes.

Curly-haired boys also know that their current posture is of no benefit to "power" and "explosion", and is indeed a ridiculous parody of a layman.

This is a fact that cannot be changed, because I have never done any martial arts training since I was a child!

This isn't laziness or having any secrets, it's just a decision made by boys with curly hair when they were young.

I am a born strong man, standing above all living beings since I was born. If I continue to practice "skills", it will be unforgivable "cheating"!

The so-called martial arts is nothing more than a life-saving straw for the weak to deceive themselves and others.

As a naturally strong person, I don't need this kind of thing.

The young man named Di Tian chuckled and waved his fist.

This punch has no rules, just like a child's.
Chapter completed!