By the congested national highway, the overlapping cries of "Fire, fire, fire," "Arrest, arrest, arrest," and "Done, done, done," mingled with the cacophony of office workers stranded on the road, made standing there painful to the ears.
Yet, in this era when smartphones had just begun to beco popular, there were still many people who picked up their phones, opened the cara or photo function, and started capturing the diverse human experiences of this traffic jam scene.
So posted on social dia to inform friends that the national highway was blocked and to suggest alternate routes.
So took photo after photo and used them as evidence to pen small essays.
The kind-hearted began to worry about the ambulance stuck by the road, those with ideas started calling for managent asures like ergency lanes, while the malicious attacked without concern for the cause.
Although the short video era had only started to show signs of its ergence, many characteristics of the traffic era’s diverse human experiences could already be seen at this mont.
But soon after, a man attracted all the caras.
"Being photogenic" was a mysterious quality; so people looked beautiful or handso but appeared extrely odd on cara, with audiences only rembering inexplicably large nostrils after watching the footage.
Yet others might seem ordinary, even scruffy, but turned out extrely handso in photos.
This man in the fra belonged to the latter—naturally good-looking and incredibly photogenic.
Wearing tattered clothes that looked only slightly cleaner than a beggar’s; with disheveled hair and a beard that seed untouched for a long ti, he subtly created a language of the lens that was extrely masculine.
So people were born to be rembered by caras. Accompanied by the sound of shutters clicking, the man moved to the riverbank.
What was this man going to do?
The crowd, intrigued by his charisma, had long since stopped caring about the traffic jam.
After all, traffic jams happened every day, but missing the chance to photograph such a photogenic person ant who knew when there would be another?
A few years ago, witnessing the fleeting appearance of a sharply dressed man had taught everyone that sotis looks and charisma depended on the combination, and even the sa person, with the sa outfit, might lose that special quality in a different ti and place.
Though not everyone wanted to win a photography award or sothing, if this person really beca an internet celebrity, then the photo they took would be sothing to show off.
While others could only discuss the pictures circulating online, having a personally taken photo or even video brought a sense of achievent, which was gratifying for vanity online, even if one had no friends.
Just as everyone focused on him, the man unexpectedly pulled out a massive orca pillow from behind him. Its bright red color and plump, naive appearance made it clash with the man’s tough deanor.
"What’s he doing?"
"Could he be another lunatic?"
"Speaking of which, the sharp-dressed man’s ntal state seed off too. Could it be you have to have ntal issues to want to be photogenic?"
All sorts of voices joined the commotion. Soone ran towards Feng Xue from under the bridge, while others continued to photograph from the bridge. Feng Xue paid no attention to those voices. He rely stood quietly on the riverbank, calmly regulating his breathing.
Although he was fully confident, he still felt a bit nervous when it ca down to it.
"Inhale, exhale..."
As he breathed out the old and took in the new, the inner strength of Bu Tian Ge mixed with his spiritual thoughts. Although Life-taking Thirteen Swords was a "Demon Sword" for controlling people with a sword, it ultimately inherited the Ancient Dragon martial arts’ emphasis on the spirit realm. Using the Power of Martial Arts to guide its exquisite technique, Feng Xue and the orca pillow gradually resonated with each other.
His legs slightly staggered, knees bent slightly, and hands gripping the tail of the orca pillow, he looked like a variant of the low guard stance from European swordsmanship. But, with a massive orca pillow, it looked as if a scavenger was dragging a burlap sack.
However, just as everyone puzzled over what this man was doing, the ground under Feng Xue’s feet suddenly sank!
You should know, beneath his feet was not soft mud, but sturdy concrete ground!
Now, nobody cared about the two spider-like cracks on the ground because as he exerted force, his waist twisted in harmony.
With the pillow’s swing resembling a golf club swing, all around, people nearby heard a curious sound.
That sound wasn’t masculine, rather sowhat cute, but its distant lengthiness made it impossible to belittle.
Those who had focused their caras on Feng Xue suddenly wondered if they were hallucinating because as Feng Xue swung with force, an orca phantom rushed toward the river.
The scene was as if the orca pillow had been swung out of its soul comically, but no one considered whether the scene was funny next.
With the orca phantom rushing out, the ground before Feng Xue unrolled like a carpet, extending forward into a trench over five ters wide.
The cent road shattered instantly, and the underground sandstone and soil compacted, rolling directly into the river, as if an invisible giant parted the river.
Two strange waves rose up, turning into eerie walls of water amidst the ripples, creating a road in the river out of nothing.
Although the riverbed that should have been soft mud solidified under Feng Xue’s slash’s aftermath, and the water level was visibly changing along the walls, they never caved in.
"Strength stems from the roots, power erges from the legs..." Even Liu Qi, who knew what his master planned, couldn’t help but widen his eyes in seeing the spectacular sight, recalling his master’s old warning to firmly plant his stance.
"What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up! If you don’t move, the water will overflow the riverbed!" Feng Xue’s voice ca from the "riverbank," causing the ambulance driver, who was in a stupor, to regain his senses.
He wasn’t a real ambulance driver but an agent from Luzhou’s Kaidan Counterasure Bureau office. Facing such an extraordinary spectacle, he was unprofessionally stunned.
Luckily, reacting at this mont wasn’t too late. Seeing the obvious water level difference in the water walls upstream and downstream, he swallowed hard and imdiately started the vehicle, "without hesitation," driving into the narrow passage.
The passage was roughly 500 ters long, and its road conditions surpassed that of city highways. Still, the driver could guarantee that this was undoubtedly the most thrilling drive of his life.
If the six or seven-ter-high water walls on both sides collapsed, nothing of normal biological energy levels would survive such voracious power.
"We’re off." Seeing that the ambulance had reached the other side, Feng Xue tossed the orca pillow behind him, picked up a small blanket, and waved to Liu Qi, who was fervently watching the spectacle.
Hearing this, Liu Qi imdiately followed. The master and disciple duo easily, almost unbelievably, broke away from the crowd who were stupefied by the scene.
"This thing, must be fake, right?" A "bystander" who ran up quickly approached the riverbank, gazing at the two towering water walls, incredulously moved closer, and recklessly poked one side with a finger.
Instantly, a stream of water spurted from where he poked, sending the person flying over two ters away.
The police originally handling the traffic jam and accident scene imdiately "rushed out," as if prepared long ago, sealing the gaps on both sides rigorously. They even pulled out isolation tape around the riverbank, fearing anyone else would try sothing similarly reckless...
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