Blinding Speed Mga Nobela at Kwento

But every white Slayer knew that, more than the suit itself, a Slayer’s technique and knowledge of attack-angles were essential. She pinned her arms to her sides and the effect was instantaneous. She dove and started building up speed like a bird of prey. She lowered her head, swept back her arms to reduce drag, and bent her knees slightly, all the while listening to the wind and gauging her speed. White Slayers could reach speeds of up to 180 miles per hour before pulling out and gliding again. She aimed herself at Temujin, who was plummeting backwards in a freefall. There was no time to worry about Griffin. The poor guy was on his own.

He raced across the waves, his feet pounding the water, leaving a frothy trail as straight as an arrow. Alexander! Inner power surged from within him, propelling him over the waves like a dart through the sky. Each of his strides covered an incredible two hundred meters, with at least five steps every second. That was the sheer terror of covering a kilometer in a blink! A kilometer in a second, nearly tripling the speed of sound! Alexander was pushing the boundaries of human speed, a velocity reserved for the most formidable Lords of War. More daunting still, he was not just racing in a straight line, he was weaving and dodging at breakneck speeds to evade a relentless barrage of artillery f

As soon as the words fell, Sebastian suddenly launched an attack on Kit and his group, arriving in an instant. Kit was once again astonished by the opponent's speed. Wind Shang mentioned that this person is also in the mid Qi Refining stage, but the speed, at least three or four times faster than himself! Before he could digest this information, Sebastian's sword was already coming for his life! Kit raised his spear to block; being a spear practitioner, the attack range of his long spear was much greater than that of a sword.

Clearly, they wanted to see if there was any chance for a free gain. Ray wouldn't show mercy to such people. Besides, there were no good people here. Collateral damage? Let it happen. No injustice done. "Shit!" Screams erupted immediately—but nothing more. Sonic steel rebars are faster than rockets. How long to cover 100 meters? Less than 0.3 seconds. Even some ability users couldn't visually track them—they had to rely solely on instinctual danger warnings or last-second survival abilities. The steel rebars rained down, embedding themselves deep into the rubble.

Speed never lied. At three hundred miles an hour, the world peeled away everything unnecessary. There was no room for pretense or sweet-talking, no time for betrayal or half-truths. Excuses had no traction at these speeds; the machine demanded everything, and if you hesitated, it would chew you up and spit you out as just another cautionary tale whispered in the garages of the elite.

The door slammed shut, the engine roared, tires screeching against the floor. A blindfold was pulled over my eyes in one swift move. Darkness took me.

Fuck Becca! Blinded by my envy, I failed to notice that I'd drifted out of my lane. The highway's average speed was a hundred miles per hour, but I had already pushed it up to a hundred and twenty. Before I knew it, my car veered towards the safety rail and into the path of a massive transport truck hurtling in the opposite direction.

I was too late. Blaine’s attack was so fast that even Beta Ted couldn’t react to him on time despite their initial distance. He grabbed him by the side of his face and slammed his head into the cuboidal pillar so hard that a crack ran through it. Beta Ted’s eyes rolled back in his head and his body went limp. Blaine was not done, his claws jumped out and he was about to go for a throat slash. “Don’t!” I yelled and dashed towards him, surprising him and myself by my almost super speed.

SpeedBlade: I roar as I charge toward Lightning Storm, my sword in my hand. Running right up to the villain, I shove him back and prepare to strike him with my sword. However, as I am swinging my sword, I see out of the corner of my helmet three arrows directly in front of me. "Oh no," I say, seeing a tiny, blinking red light on them. It's too late. Even with my speed, I still can't get away in time. The arrows all explode. I scream once more as I'm knocked back, my sword falling out of my hand while I drop to the floor.

Gripped by a bone-chilling fear, I instinctively cried out, "Skyler, please help me! My eye hurts!" I kept calling out to him but didn't receive a response. Within moments, I was surrounded by flames. I thought I would die then and there. Fortunately, firefighters arrived at the last moment and pulled me out of the fire. … My vision was still mostly dark when I opened my eyes again. The doctor regretfully told me the glass shard had severely damaged my right eye, so I was now blind in that eye. As for my left eye, I had already suffered substantial vision loss due to a childhood illness. Because of this, the sight in that eye was very limited.