Between the blue sky and the vast ocean, a streak of light raced forward. Dream Monroe’s wings stretched out to three meters wide—not that she needed to flap them for lift, but her wings could absorb raw energy from the void, letting her fly even faster and higher.
Normally, she’d never fly this aggressively. The headwind was like a bone-scraping blade—her spirit was strong but her physical body wasn’t top tier. She had to burn extra energy just to shield herself, so this kind of high-speed dash wasn’t her thing. But today, she had no choice—just behind her, a jet-black plane, fierce as a hunting eagle, was closing in for the kill.
“What do you want from me?!” Dream Monroe spun midair, her shout slicing through the wind and static, landing right in the pursuer’s ear: “Why won’t you just leave me alone!”
“You think you can come and go as you please? Dream on!” Jill Young planted her feet, steady as a rock, just behind the cockpit of the Shadow Dragon Jet. The wind roared like knives, but for her, it was nothing.
She stood on the plane like it was a surfboard, flicking her wrist computer to remote mode and piloting the Shadow Dragon Jet with a burst of engine fire, speeding after Dream Monroe. Her voice cut through every barrier, straight into Dream’s ears: “This time, I’m gonna teach you a lesson!”
“Teach me a lesson?” Dream Monroe was fuming. “Let’s see what you’ve got!” Whoosh—she shot upward, climbing to even higher altitudes.
“Oh, I’ve got plenty of tricks. Just watch!” Chasing a girl across the blue sea and sky put Jill Young in a great mood. She spun on the plane with a Jackson-style flourish, slammed to a halt, and pointed her right hand skyward like a finger gun: “SHOW-TIME! Music—go!”
[Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah, wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah!] The sound was confusing, but it didn’t describe ocean waves below—instead, it came from the Shadow Dragon Jet’s speakers. After Jill’s “ShowTime,” music blasted out, and it was those exact [wah-wah-wah]s.
Reading the lyrics, who could guess what song this was? But when Dream Monroe heard it up ahead, her flight path swerved—her face was beyond shocked. She knew this tune by heart: it was the opening theme from the 1983 CCTV version of Journey to the West! Whenever the show started and Monkey King burst onto the scene, flipping somersaults, this was the music.
[Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang, bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang!] The classic, offbeat tune should’ve been drowned out by the howling wind, but Dream Monroe’s sharp ears caught every note. Listening to it, she was speechless. Glancing back at Jill standing on the plane, she wondered just how wild and unpredictable Jill had to be to pull off something this absurd!
[Diu-diu-diu, diu-diu-diu!] With that sound effect, Jill Young let out a villainous “Mu-ha-ha-ha, mu-ha-ha-ha-ha!” laugh, pointing her sword and arching her brows in full opera style: “Hey! You demon monkey—no, you bird-brain! Surrender now, or else!”
Dream Monroe was so mad her nose nearly went crooked, lost for words at how Jill could be so wildly different from Jack.
“You’re the bird-brain! Your whole family—” So much for her ethereal, otherworldly vibe; it was totally wrecked. Dream couldn’t help but shout back, but just as she was about to go off, she caught herself. Thinking of her uncle, aunt, cousin, and all their images, Dream concluded: “Nope, you’re the only bird-brain here!”
But as soon as she turned her head, she realized things were about to get messy—the unreliable Jill was catching up!
Whoosh—the Shadow Dragon Jet’s engines spat fire. It wasn’t built for speed but for stealth, with its engine frequency capped to keep it quiet. Even so, it could hit subsonic speeds. The motor kept pushing, wings slicing the air, leaving white streaks behind. Jill’s white hair streamed out as she swooped after Dream Monroe like a hawk chasing a chick.
One chased, one fled—Dream Monroe shot up into the clouds, and the Shadow Dragon Jet dove right in after her. Their figures darted through the white clouds, popping out of one puff and diving into another.
“No matter how high you fly, you’ll never escape the palm of Buddha!”
In terms of raw speed, Dream Monroe was naturally slower than a plane. If she could outrun it, why would she have flown to Hong Kong by jet in the first place?
But every tool has its strengths and weaknesses. Jill Young couldn’t take on a speeding train head-on, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t handle it some other way. Same goes for Dream—she wasn’t racing the plane; she had her own tricks.
Just as Jill was about to catch up, Dream Monroe made a nimble turn in midair, slipping past the Shadow Dragon Jet in a blink. When it came to tight turns and aerial agility, the plane was clumsy as a turtle compared to her. The wild wind whipped past—only thirty meters separated Dream and the Jet. In aerial combat, that’s what you’d call a 'close shave.'
As they crossed paths, Dream Monroe spread her wings and spun in the air, lifting her left hand as light gathered—a Stellar Longbow materialized, its curve like a crescent moon. She didn’t notch a starlight arrow, just pulled the bowstring empty. But even so, a sharp, powerful aura began to build along the string.
Time seemed to stretch in the roaring wind. Dream Monroe locked eyes with the platinum-haired woman on the plane, noticing Jill’s surprised look—almost as if she couldn’t believe Dream was actually fighting back. Dream hesitated, unsure if she should really throw down. Fighting always stirs up karma, and if things got ugly, cutting ties would be even harder.
But Dream Monroe quickly tossed those worries aside. Forget it—time to brawl with this infuriating woman! If she held it in any longer, she might actually get sick. And if this kept dragging on, she’d never shake Jill off!
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Snap—she let go, the bowstring snapped back, and a streak of light shot out like a shuttle. It didn’t aim for Jill Young but went straight for the Shadow Dragon Jet’s side engine. The starlight bolt was fast, even curving slightly as it zipped toward the plane.
If the engine got hit, that pricey stealth jet would be useless for a while. At the critical moment—buzz!—a dragon shadow flashed. Jill Young stomped on the wing, and the Shadow Dragon Jet rolled sideways, darting away on a slant.
Whoosh! The Shadow Dragon Jet barely grazed past the starlight bolt, tumbling down toward the blue sea below. Another dragon shadow flashed—Jill stomped again, steadying the jet just in time. The engines switched direction, spitting fire as the jet hovered in midair. In a blink, it had dropped several hundred meters. Looking back, the starlight bolt was already far off in the sky—pure energy, far more refined than innate qi.
But instead of discouraging Jill Young, it just made her even more fired up.
Beating up the weak is boring. But now that my little girlfriend’s finally awakened, she’s got some real moves!
Up above, Dream Monroe hovered in midair, wrapped in a halo of light. She stood tall, left hand gripping her bow, right hand drawing the string, and called out coldly: “That was just a warning. If you keep chasing me, don’t blame me for—Hey! Are you even listening to me?!”
“Ha-ha-ha-ha, bring it on!” Before Dream Monroe could finish, Jill Young kicked back, heel slamming the jet’s tail—nose up, pointing at the sky. With a flick of her wrist—boom!—she tossed a glowing orb crackling with black-red lightning into the engine: the upgraded Flame Tide.
After its upgrade, the Flame Tide left not just hellfire but thick black-red clouds in its wake. The Shadow Dragon Jet shot skyward like a rocket, roaring through the air, trailing a fierce black-red arc.
“Underestimate me?!” In the next instant, Dream Monroe shouted, forming a secret hand sign and chanting a mantra. Instantly, a volleyball-sized six-faced star crystal condensed in the void. Crack! The big crystal split into six smaller ones, spinning around her like a Barrett machine gun barrel. You could see energy collapsing inward, gathering power.
After a brief charge-up, the attack exploded into action.
How to describe the scene? Ever played Touhou? No? How about 'The Man Who Can Last 30 Seconds'? Still no? Well, you’ve at least played the classic game Raiden, right? Picture Raiden’s endless, insane bullet hell—yep, that’s exactly what Jill Young faced.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh—like a thousand flowers blooming and petals falling, countless star bolts poured down like rain, like a shower of stars crashing down, all coming straight for her.
“Nice!” Jill Young’s tiger tooth gleamed as she laughed, whipping out a strange, dazzling light—her newly-formed Mystic Divine Weapon. It wasn’t a sword or blade, no fixed shape, just a swirl of celestial light in her hand. But as she raised it, the power to split mountains and seas surged higher and higher, and she charged right into the bullet hell without hesitation.
Boom-boom-boom—the jet engine thundered like muffled lightning across the sea. The black-red cloud trail was both elegant and brutal, a slash across the sky. Dodging what she could, Jill wasn’t fazed by what she couldn’t. Ping-ping-pang-pang, like rain on banana leaves, like a Jedi deflecting blaster bolts, starlight scattered everywhere.
One chased, one fled—one attacking, one pursuing—soaring through the sky and diving to the sea. One moment they were in the clouds, the next kicking up waves on the ocean. It was a scene straight out of myth.