My Pretty Campus Que Chapter 383 - 381: The Mighty Chen Tianlong

Chapter 383: Chapter 381: The Mighty Chen Tianlong

With a powerful burst of Qi released, Chen Tianlong and Wu ngting’s bodies began to float upwards.

Even though there were two people’s weight, they were lifted vertically by the strong recoil force.

Wu ngting sensed sothing was wrong. When she opened her eyes, she saw herself and Chen Tianlong inverted, with Chen Tianlong desperately gripping a handrail, grimacing in discomfort.

It was clear he was exerting force, and Wu ngting could feel all of Chen Tianlong’s muscles tensing up.

Yes, exactly!

If it weren’t for Chen Tianlong’s imnse strength, cultivated from a young age, they might have been flung straight into the sky by this rebound force. The force that returned such a massive turntable to balance was terrifying.

Therefore, Chen Tianlong’s discomfort was understandable. His arms were exerting maximum effort under the protection of Qi, preventing his body from being swept away by the shock waves.

This shock wave lasted for about three seconds, and during that ti, the turntable slowly returned from being tilted to a balanced state. The two of them gradually landed back on the turntable, but the situation was still dangerous.

Although the turntable was balanced with the ground, the reduction in speed could still cause everyone harm, severe harm no less, as protective plates were pressing against their waists.

These protective plates were tightly attached to everyone’s back.

If they suddenly hit the ground now, a violent jolt would occur, likely causing many people’s spine to fracture or even shatter.

Just imagine how terrifying that would be.

Thus, Chen Tianlong had to do everything possible to prevent this tragedy from occurring.

As for Wu ngting, he couldn’t leave her where she was, because Chen Tianlong wasn’t certain if they could land safely. So, Wu ngting had to stay with him, just in case he needed to hold her and jump to safety.

The situation was very dire; they were descending upon a lawn, but the speed was indeed too fast.

Everything done just now was within a matter of seconds, and Chen Tianlong didn’t have ti to think it through. After finishing that, he imdiately ran to another tilted section of the turntable.

This ti, it wasn’t about maintaining balance, as there was no need—just a few ters in height left, and the turntable couldn’t flip over again.

His goal was obvious: to slow the turntable’s descent or even stop it altogether.

So Chen Tianlong needed to take a risk. To stop the turntable, he had to be right in the center and strike toward the ground again.

Chen Tianlong leaped off the turntable in a swift move. He was out of ti, as the turntable was still descending, albeit much slower than after the initial recoil.

In a flash, Chen Tianlong landed on the ground; such a six to seven-ter drop posed no pressure to him.

After landing, Chen Tianlong hurriedly placed Wu ngting on the grass and vanished.

There was no ti left; he had to be quick. Chen Tianlong was using the Ghost Shadow Flash at its limit, moving as fast as lightning. He then leaped to the center of the turntable, with his body pressed directly against its bottom.

In a split-second action, Chen Tianlong unleashed the Powerful Qi he had gathered, doing all he could for everyone.

"Rumble...."

Another loud bang ensued. The recoil force this ti was several tis more than the previous one. Thus, Chen Tianlong’s body was pinned directly to the bottom of the turntable by the shock wave.

By this point, he had already protected his ridians with Qi, yet he still felt overwheld by a powerful airflow, making it hard to breathe and increasingly uncomfortable.

"Ah....."

Chen Tianlong finally couldn’t bear such oppressive force, his entire body wracked with intense pain.

He felt his lungs squeezed by the relentless airflow, an agony that was the most severe he had ever endured.

And this was while using Qi to shield his body, which spoke volus about the strength of this force.

Fortunately, the pain lasted only a few seconds, otherwise, Chen Tianlong might have wished for death. Every muscle in his body was at its limit, feeling as if he might explode.

At this point, the turntable began to decelerate, slower and slower, proving the effectiveness of Chen Tianlong’s strike.

Seeing the turntable’s speed decrease, Chen Tianlong breathed a sigh of relief. But now, being two to three ters from the ground, he faced the danger of not being able to quickly exit the turntable’s center.

If not, once it landed, while others might be fine, he’d be crushed beneath the turntable, either dead or crippled.

"Boom boom boom....."

With a loud crash, the turntable finally landed, imdiately kicking up clouds of dust on the grass, and astonishing everyone.

Not a single person noticed Chen Tianlong’s presence in that mont, only hearing two explosive sounds that terrified them. The only visible part was Chen Tianlong jumping from the turntable before vanishing.

Everything that happened was in a flash, completed before anyone could react, even making Wu ngting feel as if in a dream.

Monts ago, there was an incident with the turntable, and now she was standing on the ground. The continuity of this action truly amazed her.

However, Wu ngting knew of Chen Tianlong’s abilities. She had heard stories of cultivators, and many of their actions could be described as miraculous. In the world of Ancient Martial Cultivators, such displays weren’t remarkably Heaven-defying.

The turntable finally landed, and everyone sward to rescue the wounded. Managers and technicians had already contacted the amusent park leaders, dical staff, and security to rush over.

After examination and rescue efforts, thirty-eight people sustained injuries, three sowhat serious, while seventeen had minor injuries. The rest were unhurt, which was a blessing amidst the misfortune.

The amusent park leaders were relieved, thankful there were no fatalities, or the situation would have been much worse.

Even the three seriously injured weren’t too badly hurt—just experienced heavy impacts on their spines, slightly misaligned but not broken. Those with minor injuries mostly suffered bumps on their limbs; a sudden landing was bound to cause so pain.

Amidst the commotion of rescuing the wounded, Wu ngting suddenly rembered sothing: where was Chen Tianlong?

Wasn’t he under the turntable slowing it down? Then where was he now?

Thinking of this, Wu ngting beca anxious. She sensed sothing was amiss; if Chen Tianlong managed to escape, he would have looked for her first. His absence now was troubling—could it be that he was indeed trapped under the turntable?

In her panic, Wu ngting rushed to the turntable, searching everywhere but failing to find a trace. Tears stread down her face, feeling helpless and scared.

Seeing this, she couldn’t help but shout, "Chen Tianlong, where are you, please don’t scare ngting, I’m so afraid, please co out."

Tears fell like a torrential downpour.

Wu ngting, nearly hysterical, yelled louder and even tried lifting the turntable. She wanted to see if Chen Tianlong was underneath, but with her ager strength, it was impossible to lift it, the turntable didn’t budge at all.

The crowd’s attention was drawn to the crying and yelling girl.

The girl was not unfamiliar to them; many who were watching from below recognized that it was Wu ngting, the girl whom the young man had carried when he jumped off.

But wasn’t it a safe landing? How co he was missing now?