Chapter 109: The Mountain, and The Flying Bun 3
He swooped over the heads of the crowd. People were ducking, and screaming. (Ahhhh!) The wind pressure from his fly-by blew his hats off, flipped up skirts, and knocked over a stack of wooden crates. (Crash!)
He aimed for the center of Group D's platform.
"Brakes! Brakes! Where are the brakes on this thing?! System, buy me an airbag!" Yin Zhe yelled in panic, while looking genuinely panicked for a split second.
He stomped his foot on the blade. Then The sword suddenly jerked upward, the tip pointing to the sky, and slowing down his descent with a massive burst of friction against the air. He hopped off the blade about five feet from the ground.
(THUD!)
He landed in a crouch, superhero style. One hand on the ground, and one hand holding the meat bun high in the air to save it from the dirt. Dust spiraled and billowed out around him in a perfect circle.
