182: J-55, the ancient Western cultivator - Chen Jie, a vampire infiltrating the Vatican

The next morning.

Yang Dian, who had been informed by Yue Shan that they would be departing for Riyadh at noon, woke up early and headed straight for the war zone.

A civilian airliner flying to the Western Regions would take six or seven hours, so he certainly wouldn't make it in time.

Thus, Yang Dian went directly to the war zone to borrow a fighter jet.

Less than 10 minutes after arriving at the war zone, Yang Dian, having completed his flight route application, boarded a J-55 fighter loaded with live ammunition.

As the guide on the runway gave the signal, Yang Dian immediately felt a fierce push against his back.

He shook his head and regained his senses.

Turning his head to look out of the cockpit, Yang Dian found no buildings around, only blue sky and white clouds.

Just then, the voice of the J-55 pilot ahead reached Yang Dian’s ears:

“We are about to enter cruise mode. We are expected to arrive at our destination in 41 minutes.”

Yang Dian was stunned.

How much?

He didn’t mishear?

The war zone was about 4500 kilometers from the Western Regions border war zone; he could arrive in 41 minutes?

“What is the cruising speed in cruise mode?”

The pilot’s answer was concise: “Mach 5.5.”

Yang Dian fell silent.

His little pride, having just become a Martial Arts Grandmaster, quietly faded away.

The 21st century is modern society, not ancient times.

In ancient times, his strength as a Martial Arts Grandmaster would indeed be god-like and saintly.

But in modern times?

Although he could already break the sound barrier and perform supersonic flight with his own power.

He was, after all, made of flesh and blood.

Flying for too long would also make him tired.

Moreover, he didn't fly as fast as the J-55.

He had tried; his fastest flight speed was only about Mach 1.5, which is about 500 meters per second.

For ordinary people, that was indeed incredibly fast.

But this speed was only 27% of the J-55’s speed.

And his endurance wasn't as far as the J-55’s.

There was nothing to be proud of.

What’s more, the J-55 was just one high-tech war weapon he had seen.

Who knew what other powerful weapons China was secretly hiding?

‘Besides, apart from fighter jets, there are also monsters like the Dongfeng Express, with speeds approaching Mach 30.’

‘That’s almost ten thousand meters per second, and it’s an area-of-effect attack, and it can be guided. How do you even fight that?’

‘In addition to that, there’s a Dr. Bai who has a tech cheat. Who knows what generation he’s updated the Dongfeng to?’

‘Even if you can’t fly planes or drop missiles in the city, what about mechs?’

‘Since there’s Unit-01, will there also be Unit-02, special units, or even mechs for Martial Artists?’

Yang Dian, his eyes clear and sharp, fully aware of his subordinate position, looked at the pilot with a hint of curiosity:

“Can the body withstand maintaining Mach 5.5 overload for a long time?”

The pilot smiled:

“Although I can’t compare to you, I have at least entered Ancient Martial Arts and reached the Qi Circulation Realm.”

“This amount of overload is not a problem for me.”

Yang Dian became even more curious:

“Are all J-55 pilots Martial Artists who have entered Martial Dao?”

The pilot nodded:

“Yes, and they are all Qi Circulation Realm Martial Artists.”

“After all, even with combat suits protecting their bodies, the Mach 5.5 cruising speed and the maximum Mach 9.5 extreme speed are still beyond what ordinary people can react to.”

Yang Dian’s eyes lit up at the words:

“Let me try Mach 9.5 extreme speed?”

The pilot’s eyes also lit up, then he shook his head with some regret:

“No, this flight route we applied for only allows us to fly at a cruising speed of Mach 5.5.”

“Exceeding this speed could easily cause misunderstandings.”

Yang Dian sighed with some regret:

“Next time I have a chance, I’ll apply for an extreme speed route…”

...Time flew by.

Just as the pilot said, after only 41 minutes, Yang Dian arrived from the easternmost part of China to its westernmost part.

When the plane took off in the east, the sun had already risen above the sea, and daylight illuminated the land.

But when they reached the westernmost part, the sky was still only faintly bright, with dawn light arriving from the horizon, but the sun was still hidden below the eastern mountains.

“I wonder if exceeding the speed of light would really reverse time.”

Muttering, Yang Dian jumped out of the opened cabin door and immediately saw Yue Shan standing not far away.

Upon seeing Yang Dian, Yue Shan couldn’t help but his eyes gleamed:

“Good kid, you really made the Breakthrough.”

“Want to spar?”

Yang Dian shook his head:

“Uncle Yue, let’s not.”

“The prophecy only says that the Lizardman God will appear in mid-September. Who knows the exact date?”

“If we fight now and get tired, then happen to arrive in Riyadh just as the Lizardman God appears.”

“Wouldn’t that be a disaster?”

Yue Shan nodded:

“That makes sense.”

“Then we’ll fight after we get back.”

Yang Dian understood.

Yue Shan used to seem carefree and caring towards juniors, but in reality, he was a martial arts fanatic.

It was fine when there were no evenly matched opponents.

But once he encountered one, his fighting spirit would ignite fiercely.

Of course, it might also be that he simply wanted to increase Yang Dian’s combat experience.

Ignoring these trivial thoughts, Yang Dian asked curiously:

“Uncle Yue, wasn’t it said that the organization would send three City-Level combatants to Saudi Arabia this time?”

“Where are the other two?”

Speaking of this, Yue Shan looked a bit helpless.

“Scar went to be a repairman, to maintain the Dongfeng.”

“Chen Jie is praying.”

Yang Dian’s mind didn’t process it immediately.

“Maintain the Dongfeng?”

“Praying?”

After his thoughts went around twice, he understood:

“Scar went to maintain the Dongfeng, I get that.”

“After all, he is a Silicon-based life, so maintaining the Dongfeng is a good fit for him.”

“But what the hell is praying?”

“Chen Jie Cultivates things from The West.” Yue Shan replied as he led Yang Dian into the secret war zone:

“Knowing yourself and your enemy ensures victory in every battle.”

“Our Chinese Martial Dao is good, but the Western Ancient Cultivation methods are not without their advantages.”

“The future situation will definitely be one of alliance in confrontation, and confrontation in alliance.”

“We can have expectations of others, but we cannot have absolute expectations of others.”

“Between nations, there is only interest, no emotion.”

“In this situation, we must be fully prepared.”

“After we return from Riyadh, you should spar with Chen Jie more, so that you won’t be flustered if you ever face those Ancient Cultivators from The West because you don’t understand their fighting style.”

Yang Dian nodded, indicating he understood and had learned something.

‘As expected, the higher-ups consider things more thoroughly than anyone else.’

‘Presumably, there aren’t many City-Level Ancient Cultivators in The West, right?’

‘Tsk, this is angels, and cities...’

‘No, according to The West, City-Level should be called Legend.’

‘This is angels, and Legend-level Cultivators.’

‘Is the true orthodoxy really in the East?’

Thinking this, Yang Dian asked curiously again:

“Why have I never heard of a City-Level expert here who Cultivates Western Ancient Cultivation methods?”

“Chen Jie also just had a Breakthrough in his Realm not long ago.”

“Oh, right, he Cultivates the Way of the Knight from The West. After he finishes praying, you can get to know each other.”

With that, he pulled out a paper document and handed it to Yang Dian:

“Besides us, there are a few old acquaintances going to Riyadh this time.”

Taking the document and looking at it, Yang Dian’s pupils suddenly contracted:

“How did that vampire William get mixed up with the people from the Holy See?”