Doomsday Cruise

“Let's Swing the Oars”, Jiang Yan suddenly felt that he didn't seem to have any position to call others naive.

    The nimble, ugly, and chasing deadly killer was confronted by the Chuunibyou* girl who shouted “Pikachu, it's up to you!”.
The drummer over there began to learn to use drumsticks to hit the skulls of the enemies while beating the drums—all of which seems so harmonious to the lively accompaniment of “Let's Swing the Oars”.

*I don't think I need to explain this, but just in case.
The original words should be translated as 'second-grade syndrome', but it's  more commonly known as 'chuunibyou'.
To quote Wikipedia, it's a Japanese colloquial term typically used to describe early teens who have grandiose delusions, who desperately want to stand out, and who have convinced themselves that they have hidden knowledge or secret powers. 

    ——Jiang Yan's conscience hurt so much that he couldn't make it up anymore.

    Yue Yin had been relieved from the initial tension, especially when he subconsciously tapped the little monster's outstretched claws with a drumstick at a certain emergency, and successfully hurt it, it was like opening a new door.
The drumstick in his hand was no longer an ordinary drumstick, but a Frostmourne* drumstick from the distant icy land.

*The original words were 霜鼓槌哀伤, literally 'frost drumstick sorrow'.
Not sure, but it's most likely a weapon from the game World of Warcraft, Frostmourne (in Chinese 霜之哀伤).

    Mo Xiaoyao already felt that she was crying from the lack of oxygen, but the power of the wind blade sent out was still scum*.

*战五渣, the scum with only five combat power, a quote from Dragon Ball that's now used as slang that just means it sucks.
Badly.

    She even felt that the two high-heeled shoes she threw out just now were more lethal than the wind blade.
At least when the money-losing shoes hit the little monster's head, it staggered.

    Jiang Yan looked at the little monster chaser who had turned into three, and then looked at the more and more scratches on the back of the small stage.
He suddenly had an idea and said to Mo Xiaoyao: “Try to sing a song, after all we are a band.”

    Mo Xiaoyao was refreshed and felt that Jiang Yan's words were very reasonable, and hoped that it gave her great strength, cleared her throat, and moved to the microphone to start a new round of her performance.

    Before the phone booth-like mini KTV on the street came out, she had a glorious record of 4 hours of solo singing in a small private room.

    But what should she sing now? The gentle and lyrical estimation was not applicable, so a rough one had to come.
Mo Xiaoyao quickly selected the first eligible song that popped up in her mind, and shouted into the microphone again.

    “The river flows eastward!! Stars in the sky are in the north!!”

    “Say, go, let's go.
You have I have it all, wow!!”

    “See injustice on the road and roar! Just shoot wow!!”

    “When it's time to shoot, shoot wow!!”

    “Wind and fire into Jiuzhou wow!!”*

*Hao Han Ge 好汉歌, translated to Heroes Song, made popular by Liu Huan. 

    …

    This time, the strength of the wind blade launched by the small stage has indeed increased, and the speed has become a bit faster.
If it was a scum with combat power of 5* just now, then at least the combat power had increased to 15.

*refers to earlier slang, a scum with only five combat power.

    Of course, it was still useless.

    There were more and more curves on the road ahead, more terrifying than the ultimate track of any racing game she had ever played.
Just a few seconds ago, she was screaming “Heroes Song” while seeing with her own eyes that a car veered off the track because it was going too fast and rushed into the fog on the side of the road.

    A few seconds later, short and shrill screams came from the fog, and after two or three sounds, it stopped abruptly, perhaps because the monster strangled the throat, or maybe they lost their lives.

    No matter what it was, Mo Xiaoyao didn't want to experience it for herself, her curiosity was not that heavy, really.

    The pedestrians who didn't grab the car were completely invisible.
She didn't know if they were left behind because the speed was too fast, or were these eaten by little monsters rushing out of the fog as their meal.
Even if they were lucky enough to survive, it would be useless.
After 20 groups, they would all be wiped out.
From the very beginning, those who did not grab the car were destined to be eliminated.

    Unless, this person miraculously made it to the end, and the remaining number of the car in front was less than 20.
But this probability was not much different from the winning a 5 million yuan jackpot*.

*跟中500w.
I can't find what it actually means, but there are several articles related to winning a lottery, so that's what I assume it means.
It's an amount around 745,000 USD.

    Mo Xiaoyao had been unable to sing for several times.
She was engrossed in staring at the bend of the road in front of her, and adjusted the position of the handle in time.
The strings are already being pulled randomly, and it was completely out of tune.
If it was not necessary to play something so she could steer more flexibly, she would long since stop playing.

    Jiang Yan saw all of this in his eyes.
He was now the most leisurely person in the entire team, and the one who had the most time to think about countermeasures.

    He analyzed the current situation very clearly.
Without getting rid of the three little monsters behind them, they would never reach the finish line smoothly.
Looking around, behind each car, there were little monsters chasing after them, and the number is distributed extremely fairly, no more and no less, three behind one car.

    This should be one of the conditions for passing the level.
Either get rid of it or kill it.
In short, it was impossible to reach the end with it.
Just now, another car crashed and died.
This time, instead of rushing into the fog, it was overtaken by monsters and got attacked.

    When the small stage passed them, Jiang Yan glanced at them.
The people in the car were already bloody, and he couldn't even see where their heads and limbs were.
And the three little monsters just enjoy their delicious meal, not chasing other contestants.

    This made Jiang Yan more certain of his thoughts, and he preferred a once-and-for-all approach rather than just throwing off the enemy.

    “Get the microphone to my side!” Jiang Yan shouted to Mo Xiaoyao.

    Since Mo Xiaoyao couldn't sing anymore, and her power was just that big, he might as well try it himself.

    Mo Xiaoyao heard his call.
Seeing that the track in front of her was relatively stable, she then turned around and kicked the stand with the microphone plugged in towards Jiang Yan.

    Jiang Yan freed one hand to catch the microphone firmly, and then he sang the sentence “The river flows eastward”, which was out of tune to the south pole.*

*the tune just…
run from north pole all the way to south pole, I guess.
I can't find the exact explanation.

    The small stage trembled for a while, and then used a kind of “fruit ninja” speed frenzy effect to both sides, firing colorful wind blades in all directions.

    The knife sees blood*, the power is MAX!

*刀刀见血: a Chinese idiom, a metaphor for great, ferocious, intense.