Before Foreman Lao Wang could comprehend the sight of thirty flying men in safety vests, Grand Demonic Elder Blood-Crow dropped from the sky like a falling anvil.
BOOM!
Blood-Crow landed squarely in the center of the three-mile mudslide, his neon-yellow construction harness flapping in the freezing mountain wind.
His eyes were bloodshot with manic energy, his yellow talons clutching a heavy steel road shovel.
“THE MUDSLIDE IS MINE!” Blood-Crow bellowed at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing across the misty ravines. “Zero point five points! Nobody touches this boulder! It belongs to Student Blood-Crow!”
A streak of azure sword-light split the freezing mist, and Mount Qingcheng’s Third Elder He touched down five feet away on the wet mud.
“In your dreams, you demonic vulture!” Elder He screamed, waving his gleaming steel shovel like a broadsword. “I saw the ambulance first! The points are mine! Move your wrinkled carcass out of my work lane!”
“Try me, He! I will pave you into the sub-base layer!” Blood-Crow snarled, his floral vest bulging with dark qi.
