The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Monkey King, South Wind, Internet Addict, and Mother-Entangled Guy are on the "Tangma Machine" bound for Antarctica.

"How boring! 'Rebel One Fighter Jet,' can't you fly a little faster? You're a high-tech product from the heavens!"

The AI, which called itself a partner, replied with a smile.

"There is a sky screen system in the sky above Earth. If my flight speed exceeds the speed of ordinary civilian aircraft, the sky screen will detect it, and then the coalition air force may launch an attack on you."

Monkey was a little curious.

"The coalition forces also have an air force, right?"

"Yes, that's a combat company composed of professionals who own flying mounts or flying gadgets. They don't fly fighter jets. Although the Allied Forces have fighter jets, they are generally used for mobility, not combat."

makes sense.

Professionals rely more on their professional skills; asking them to operate firearms would be a waste of their talents.

Moreover, Earth's technology is far inferior to that of the celestial beings. If we were to fight with firearms, we would have already suffered a crushing defeat.

Monkey King was so bored he started thinking of ways to kill time.

"Hey buddy, let's have a race and see who flies faster!"

My partner spoke in a serious, mechanically synthesized voice.

"Opening the cockpit during high-speed flight is a dangerous thing. High-altitude airflow can disrupt the fuselage's balance at maximum speeds. Although we have decimal gyroscopes to stabilize the fuselage, the occupants inside may..."

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

"Open cabin canopy detected. Close it immediately? Safety protection command activated. Aircraft speed beginning to decrease..."

Nanfeng and the other two clung tightly to their seatbelts, their faces trembling like ripples in the wind.

"Damn it, Monkey King!! You haven't learned any other operations! But you've managed to manually open the engine bay, haven't you?!"

"Go ahead and start! Just say so! Wait until I buckle my seatbelt!"

"We're almost at Antarctica! It's so cold at high altitudes! All the warmth from the air conditioner has evaporated!"

Monkey King didn't wear a seatbelt or grab onto anything, letting the airflow blow him out of the plane.

He opened his arms and embraced the sky.

"Hahaha! Somersault Cloud!!"

Orange-yellow clouds drifted in from afar and landed at the feet of the Monkey King.

"Come on, buddy! Let's see who flies faster!"

Monkey King, riding on his somersault cloud, took the lead and leaped away.

The cabin doors were closed, and Nanfeng and the other two had fastened their seatbelts.

Seeing that Monkey King had already flown far away, while their Tangma aircraft was still slowing down, Nanfeng and the others felt a strange competitive urge rising within them.

"That damn Monkey King, we can't lose to him! Partner, speed up! Speed ​​up!!"

"Received. Initiate acceleration, engine power increased to 65%."

"100%! 100%! Max it out!"

"You need to turn right ahead..."

"If we turn right, won't we just get even further behind? What a loss of face we'll make if Monkey King circles the earth and catches up with us! Let's chase him!"

"..."

The Antarctic team was successfully led astray by Monkey King.

a few days later.

The Tangmad floats above a vast, white expanse of the polar region.

Partner: "Low energy, please refuel."

Sitting in the cabin, Monkey King, wrapped in a blanket, was taken aback.

"Fuel? What kind of fuel? Oil? Where am I supposed to find that for you?"

"A material combustion energy machine can convert any material into energy, not necessarily oil."

Monkey looked down.

"Snow, ice, and stuff like that, okay?"

"The higher the density of a material, the longer it can continuously supply energy. Ice and snow are usually not the choice. From an economic point of view, stone is the best choice."

"Burning stones... So, which of you three will go down and collect some stones?"

Nanfeng, Internet Addict, and Mother-Entangled Guy all spoke in unison.

"you go!!"

Monkey King was not convinced.

"I am the noble Grand Slam winner! I..."

Nanfeng and his two companions spat out saliva, spraying it all over Monkey King's face.

"If it weren't for you being so bored and wanting to race against airplanes, how would we have gotten lost?!"

"If we didn't get lost, how did we run out of energy!"

"You have the nerve to tell us to get down! Get down there yourselves!"

"You're just like Huozi, a team-building disaster!!"

Although the plane has navigation.

However, the map Wan Jianyi provided was hand-drawn and deviated too much from the actual map.

The Tangma aircraft had been circling over what was likely its destination for a long time, but apart from the endless expanse of silver-clad landscape, there was no sign of Glory City.

Monkey King lost the debate against three opponents.

He had no choice but to put on his gear, wrap himself in a blanket, open the hatch, and jump out.

As soon as the cabin door opened, a bone-chilling wind blew in.

The air, at minus seventy or eighty degrees Celsius, makes your brain sting when you breathe it in.

Nanfeng quickly activated his skill, conjuring two fireballs from his hands to heat up the surrounding area. With a trembling chin, he spoke, urging his partner to quickly close the cabin doors and turn the air conditioning to its highest setting.

The Monkey King is in a sorry state.

A person landed on the frozen ground and began digging.

"Damn it! We don't have any tools, so I'll have to use my stick."

Monkey King took out his golden cudgel and smashed it hard against the ice and snow.

"Click click click..."

The effect was remarkable, with the ice and snow layer cracking rapidly.

"Ultimate Move - Overturning Rivers and Seas!"

"The End: Havoc in Heaven!"

"Secret Technique: Unparalleled Divine Monkey!"

Monkey King unleashed his skills on the ground all by himself, outwitting and outmaneuvering the air.

The three of them, Nanfeng, watched him go crazy from above.

You know what, once you start moving around, you don't feel so cold anymore.

A professional at level 40 or above already possesses physical abilities far exceeding those of an ordinary person who hasn't changed jobs.

But at minus seventy or eighty degrees Celsius, it's still a bit too much to handle.

After exercising, I felt warmer and much better.

Monkey King dug a hole on the spot, used his skill to sweep away all the ice and snow, and kept digging down until he reached the layer of rocks and soil.

However, the weather was freezing cold, and the rocks and soil were frozen solid like steel, so it would take Monkey King quite a bit of effort to destroy them.

Just then, the three people who were scrolling through their phones on the plane suddenly heard an alarm and red lights came on in the cabin.

"High-temperature reaction strike detected en route! Strike trajectory prediction..."

An animated demonstration of the surrounding terrain appeared on the screen, marked with a red dot falling from the sky.

And the location of the attack predicted by his partner was exactly...

Monkey King!

"Watch out, Monkey King! An attack is about to hit you on the head!"

Conversations within the clone's local area network are real-time and extremely fast.

Monkey King reacted quickly, plucking out a single hair from his head.

"A monkey hair double!"

"boom!!"

A strangely shaped cannonball struck the large crater that Monkey King had dug, causing a tremendous explosion.

A deafening roar shook the earth, and an avalanche occurred on a distant snow-capped mountain.

When the smoke, snow, and flames dissipated, Monkey King crawled out, covered in soot.

His clothes were all tattered and torn.

He quickly pulled a new "fortune" hood from his backpack and put it on.

"Who the hell is this?! I'm just digging for rocks and they're hitting me!!"

A loud shout came rapidly approaching from a distance.

"Those who destroy the altar! Slaughter without mercy!!"

Monkey looked up and saw a muscular man with a red mohawk, standing on a black cannon barrel, flying through the air and rapidly approaching.

"Red Bull??"

"Little cutie??"

"Who's the cutie?! I'm the damn big jackpot bandit! Get rich, get rich, get rich!!"

"Alright, alright, Little Fortune, what are you doing here?"