Train Survival: Can I get a treasure chest by touching my goddess?

The moment Shen Wen jumped into the pit, the sand beneath his feet seemed to come alive and began to leak downwards, causing him to lose his balance for half a second before his boots landed on a hard rocky surface.

The hole above their heads had shrunk to the size of a fist, and the surroundings had become completely dark.

The butcher's instincts exploded in his mind.

This thing is very big.

Shen Wen's hand rested on the hilt of the butcher's knife, but he didn't rush to pull it out.

A dim light shone from the bottom of the pit.

It wasn't firelight, but the fluorescence emanating from the surface of some kind of organism, seeping out from the cracks in the rocks and illuminating the entire space like the deep sea.

He finally saw it clearly.

A lizard.

It's not an ordinary lizard.

This thing is at least two meters tall when it stands up, and at least six or seven meters long from the tip of its nose to the tip of its tail. Its whole body is covered with dark green scales, each the size of a palm, with edges that gleam with a metallic sheen.

Its head is triangular, with two dark yellow vertical pupils embedded in its eye sockets. The pupils are narrowed into thin lines as it stares at Shen Wen.

Iron-level peak.

Shen Wen could feel that the oppressive feeling was similar to that of the Fallen High Priest before his transformation, or even stronger.

But that's all; he's not even as good as the corrupted High Priest after his transformation.

next moment.

Its thick tail swept across from the side, moving so fast that it created a gust of wind, the tip of which slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

Shen Wen did not dodge.

The defensive power provided by his steel body made him not even blink.

Its tail lashed out at his side with a dull thud, like a hammer hitting a tire.

Shen Wen remained motionless.

The lizard's tail snapped back, breaking off several scales at the tip, and dark red blood seeped out.

It let out a hoarse roar.

Shen Wen drew his sword.

The moment the butcher's knife was drawn, the dark red blade glowed with a layer of bloody light in the dim pit.

The slaughterhouse is set up.

Within a radius of fifty meters, the air suddenly became viscous, as if an invisible layer of blood mist was rising from the ground.

The lizard's movements visibly slowed down, and the fierce light in its vertical pupils began to fade, replaced by an instinctive fear.

The fear effect has taken effect.

The execution mark was placed on the lizard's head.

The mental impact of the killing intent was like an invisible hammer, smashing out of Shen Wen's consciousness and hitting the lizard's head squarely.

Its body stiffened abruptly, the last glimmer of light in its vertical pupils was crushed, leaving only a deathly ashes.

Shen Wen took a step.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The boots trod on the rocks, each step unhurried and deliberate.

The lizard opened its mouth, and a dark green light condensed deep in its throat.

It is gathering its strength, preparing to spew out something corrosive.

But it's too slow.

Slaughterhouse reduces defense, fear effect is suppressed, and mental shock causes dizziness.

With this combination, even a peak-level Black Iron monster is no different from a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

Shen Wen walked up to it and raised his butcher knife.

The blade flashed.

The blade cuts into the lizard's skull, down the spine, slicing through scales, muscle, and bone, like cutting through a block of tofu.

The body was split in two and collapsed with a crash, its internal organs and blood gushing out onto the ground.

Shen Wen sheathed his sword.

The whole process took less than ten seconds.

Look up at the ball of light above your head.

The cave entrance had reopened sometime earlier, and grayish-white sunlight poured down from above.

Shen Wen grabbed a protrusion on the cave wall, used it as leverage to leap out, and his whole body was ejected from the pit like a cannonball, landing back on the sandy ground in the center of the arena.

The boots sank into the sand with a dull thud.

The surroundings were deserted; there wasn't a single person in sight.

He glanced at the time.

[Remaining time for Round 1: 09:47:00]

Thirteen seconds.

He exhaled and glanced around at the still-lit pits.

Fighting had already broken out in some of the pits; the sounds of clashing metal, the roars of monsters, and the shouts of men could be heard rising from underground, mingling into a muffled buzz.

Some of the pits were as quiet as tombs.

Some of the now-quiet pits have reopened their entrances.

The people inside have finished fighting and are climbing out.

But many more pits still had their entrances tightly closed.

Shen Wen walked to the edge of the venue, leaned against a stone pillar, crossed his arms, and waited.

My mind is racing.

Ten minutes is too long, especially since both scores were perfect.

Surely no one can't handle this.

He felt that the first event was just a formality, and he wondered if there would be a second or even a third one.

The system keeps saying that the next time will be more difficult after a failure. Could it be that there are some kind of restrictions?

Just as I was pondering this, a person jumped out of the third pit on the left.

The movement was very light, and the landing was almost silent.

She wore light silver armor, a long sword at her waist, and the gems on the scabbard gleamed faintly in the pale sunlight.

It was the man who had glanced at Shen Wen earlier.

There were several bloodstains on his clothes, but they weren't his; they stood out conspicuously against the silver armor plates.

After he came out, his gaze swept across the entire arena and then settled on Shen Wen.

It paused for a second.

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Then he looked away, walked to the other side of the field, leaned against a stone pillar, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes to rest.

It paused for a second.

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Then he looked away, walked to the other side of the field, leaned against a stone pillar, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes to rest.

Shen Wen glanced at him but didn't say anything.

About half a minute later, a woman jumped out of the pit on the right.

Black robes with dark red patterns, bone-white staff, the dark purple gem at the top of the staff still faintly glowing.

It was the female mage who had used magic to attack Shen Wen before.

Her face was a little paler than before, and the hem of her robe was covered in dust, but overall she was in good condition, breathing steadily, and showed no signs of injury.

After she came out, her gaze swept around the room before landing on Shen Wen.

This time, she didn't use her ability to scan him again. She just glanced at him, then looked away and walked to the other side of the arena.

After taking two steps, he stopped and looked back at Shen Wen.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak and turned away.

Shen Wen withdrew his gaze.

The third person to emerge jumped out from the pit in the very center of the arena.

It wasn't climbing, it was jumping.

He was ejected from the pit, flipped in the air, and landed steadily on the sandy ground, his boots sinking half an inch into the sand.

He was a young man.

He looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a dark long trench coat over a black bodysuit that accentuated his strong physique.

Her hair was dark brown, slightly wavy, and casually hung down in front of her forehead.

He has well-defined features and a composed demeanor.

He had a short knife hanging at his waist, with a black scabbard and no decoration.

It was the man who led the Aurora Club before.

It seems he is the genius of the Aurora Club that Jiang Ling mentioned.

After landing, Wu Chong's gaze swept across the entire arena before settling on Shen Wen.

Unlike the previous two people who glanced at it and then looked away, they remained rooted to the spot.

He looked at Shen Wen, the corners of his mouth widening slightly, and then walked directly towards them.

The boots trod on the sandy ground, the pace neither fast nor slow, but each step was steady.

Shen Wen leaned against the stone pillar, his hands in his pockets, watching Wu Chong walk over without moving.

Wu Chong walked up to him and stopped.

The two were about two meters apart.

Wu Chong looked Shen Wen up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment on the butcher's knife at his waist.

"I wonder what organization my friend belongs to? Their strength is actually greater than ours."

Shen Wen looked at him, expressionless.

The butcher's intuition made the judgment in his mind.

Malice.

Shen Wen spoke: "A freelancer."

At that moment, the man in the silver light armor walked over from the other side of the field.

He walked up to the two of them, his gaze lingered on Wu Chong's face for a moment, and then fell on Shen Wen.

"Wu Chong, it seems you might not be number one this time."

His voice was deep.

Wu Chong turned to look at him, his smile unchanged: "Lin Tiandong, don't talk nonsense. I never said I would definitely be number one."

He paused, then added, "Heroes of the world are as numerous as carp crossing a river; I am merely one of them."

Lin Tiandong chuckled, but there was little warmth in his laughter.

"That's not what your Aurora Club said."

He looked into Wu Chong's eyes and said, "You are the number one Black Iron level player in the Wilderness Region. Even your guild leader couldn't compare to you back then."

Wu Chong's smile finally changed slightly. He looked at Lin Tiandong and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I am a genius, I can't compare to him."

Lin Tiandong snorted and didn't say anything more, but his gaze swept back and forth between Wu Chong and Shen Wen, as if he was comparing something.

At this moment, the female mage also came over.

She walked with an elegant posture, the hem of her robe sweeping lightly across the ground, stirring up a small cloud of dust.

She walked up to the three of them and stopped.

"hypocritical."

This word was spoken to Wu Chong.

Wu Chong wasn't angry; he even smiled and said, "Huo Mengjiao, you're still as direct as ever."

Huo Mengjiao ignored him and focused her gaze on Shen Wen.

"What's your name?"

"Shen Wen."

"Interested in joining our White Tower?" Huo Mengjiao asked, sensing that this person was definitely not simple.

"Not interested," Shen Wen shook his head.

Huo Mengjiao nodded and said nothing more.

Meanwhile, people began to emerge from the pits in the arena.

Some were covered in blood and walked with a limp, but their faces showed relief at surviving the ordeal.

Some of their clothes were torn, revealing their inner armor; they were panting heavily, their hands still trembling.

Some of them collapsed onto the sandy ground after coming out, gulping down water, their faces as white as paper.

Shen Wen glanced at the number of people who came out.

Less than four hundred.

He frowned.

Five hundred people went in, but less than four hundred came out.

It's down by at least a quarter.

The first round is just a formality, yet some people still failed?

"It's not that difficult, is it?"

Wu Chong, standing nearby, laughed and said, "It's certainly not difficult for friends. But for some people, reaching the peak of the Black Iron level is a hurdle."

What's done is done; if you can't get past it, wait for next time. There will be more opportunities next time.

"No wonder those old people didn't say anything."

Shen Wen thought to himself, "Speaking out is like creating more competitors for myself. The more newcomers there are, the higher their chances of passing."

The smell of gunpowder in the air was even stronger than before the first round began.

Because a quarter of the people were eliminated in the first round.

The remaining people are all those who truly have the ability to get to this point.

They only have twenty spots to compete for.