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

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The entire arena seemed to have been paused; everyone froze in place, even their breathing paused for a moment.

Then--

"puff--"

I don't know who laughed first.

Immediately afterwards, laughter erupted from all directions, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, growing more and more numerous and denser.

"Who is this guy? Shen Wen Arena? That's hilarious."

"Even if he was the first to come out of the crater, it doesn't mean he's the strongest, right?"

"Shen Wen Arena? This is so embarrassing! Dude, are you putting on a personal show here?"

"I've dug three bedrooms and a living room out of my toes."

The loudest laughter came from the aurora viewing area.

More than fifty people were there; some were clutching their stomachs, some were slapping their thighs, and some were laughing so hard they were bent over with tears in their eyes.

Wu Chong smiled too.

He laughed the loudest.

A burly man in heavy armor next to him laughed so hard he almost fell over, slapping Wu Chong on the shoulder with a voice as loud as thunder: "Did this kid watch too much Douyin before coming here? Does he really think he's some kind of big shot?"

Huo Mengjiao didn't laugh.

She looked at Shen Wen, her brows furrowing even more deeply.

She remembered the time Shen Wen emerged from the pit, his dark red longsword, and his words to Wu Chong when he threatened her: "I can kill you with one stroke too."

A normal person wouldn't say such a thing in a melee involving 500 people.

unless--

He really believed he could do it.

Lin Tiandong didn't laugh either.

His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, his thumb against the guard, his face unusually alert, like prey that had caught the scent of a predator.

Shen Wen stood still, listening to the laughter, his expression unchanged.

"Have you laughed enough?"

next moment.

Wu Chong's smile froze.

He looked at Shen Wen, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

Then he saw Shen Wen's eyes.

There was no anger, no murderous intent, and not even any emotion in those eyes.

It's like a stagnant pool.

No, it's not stagnant water.

It is an abyss.

A cold sweat suddenly broke out on Wu Chong's back, shooting up his spine and all the way to the back of his head.

He wanted to say something, to signal the people around him to do something, he wanted to—

That's too late.

Shen Wen made a move.

Draw your sword.

The moment the butcher's knife was drawn, the dark red blade gleamed with a bloody light under the pale sunlight, as if something was awakening within the blade.

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.

That blood mist wasn't an illusion; it was real.

The sandy soil has accumulated blood for countless years.

Awakened by some force at this moment, it rises from the gaps between the sand grains, permeating the air with a strong, nauseating smell of rust.

Everyone slowed down.

It's not a placebo effect; it's the territorial effect of the slaughterhouse at work.

Physical and energy defenses are continuously decreasing, and the fear effect is like fine needles piercing the skin, drilling into the blood vessels, and flowing along the blood to the heart.

Several people with weak wills at the Aurora Club have started to tremble.

Shen Wen raised the butcher's knife.

The blood-red light on the blade grew brighter and brighter, changing from dark red to scarlet, and then to a dazzling crimson, like a burning flame of blood.

He brandished his knife.

There are no fancy moves, no pre-charge animation, just a simple horizontal slash.

A crimson blade aura, several meters long, exploded from the blade, like a crimson crescent moon, skimming across the sandy ground and sweeping towards the Aurora Society's crowd.

Wherever the blade's energy passed, a half-meter-deep trench was plowed into the sandy ground, and the dark yellow sand surged to both sides, as if torn apart by an invisible hand.

Wu Chong's pupils suddenly contracted.

His reaction was quick; he made a judgment when the blade energy was still more than ten meters away from him.

"defense!"

His voice, strained from his throat, became shrill and distorted, exploding in the empty arena.

The people at the Aurora Club were quick to react as well.

None of those who have survived to this day are not veterans of countless battles.

More than fifty people activated their defensive capabilities simultaneously.

Someone raised a shield, and a golden light shone on the shield's surface;

Someone cast a spell, and layers of ice armor, stone skin, and light shields appeared in front of him;

Some people activate their talent, and a metallic luster appears on their body surface.

Layer upon layer of defenses were piled up in front of the Aurora Convention crowd, like a wall pieced together from countless colors.

Colorful and gaudy.

Then the blade energy collided with it.

Those defenses were like paper in front of the blood-red blade energy, shattering layer by layer, unable to withstand even half a second.

The blade's energy tore through the last layer of defense and crashed into the Aurora Society's crowd.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Some people stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, as if to shout "I give up," but the words hadn't even escaped their throats.

Someone turned to run, but before they could even lift their foot, their body was already split in two.

Someone held up a shield in front of them, but the shield was sliced ​​open by the blade's energy, the cut as smooth as a laser cut.

Some people didn't even have time to react; their expressions were still frozen in the smile from a second ago.

The sounds of corpses falling echoed one after another, like dominoes being toppled, muffled and dense.

Wu Chong was hit by the aftershock of the sword energy and was sent flying as if he had been hit by a truck, tumbling twice in the air.

It crashed into the sand, slid several meters, and left a long trail in the sand.

He lay there, a tear in his trench coat at the chest, revealing his inner armor.

There was a deep knife mark on the inner armor; it was almost cut open.

A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, but he wasn't seriously injured. He was furthest from the center of the blade's energy, and more than a dozen people in front of him had shielded him from most of the damage.

But those who shielded him from harm.

Wu Chong raised his head.

All he could see was red.

The sandy ground was red, the air was red, and even the grayish-white sky overhead was stained dark red by the blood mist.

Of his more than fifty Aurora Club members, less than half are still standing.

There were more than a dozen corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, some intact and some incomplete.

Cut in half, chopped in half at the waist, with half their heads shaved off—all sorts of ways to die, all sorts of postures—lay scattered across the dark red sand.

Those who were still alive had faces as white as paper, trembling lips, trembling hands, and trembling all over.

Some people were already slumped on the ground, their crotches soaked, their eyes vacant, as if their souls had been ripped out.

Someone knelt on the ground and dry heaved, vomiting only acidic fluid.

Someone was covering their arm; the arm was still there, but they were covering it as if to confirm that they were still whole.

Some people had already begun to crawl towards the edge of the arena, crawling very slowly, sand filling their mouths, but they didn't bother to spit it out.

The entire arena fell silent.

Everyone stared at Shen Wen as if he were something that shouldn't exist in this world.

Huo Mengjiao's mouth was slightly open as her staff slipped from her hand and hit the sandy ground with a dull thud.

She didn't pick it up.

Her gaze was fixed on Shen Wen, her pupils slightly contracted, and only one thought occupied her mind.

She couldn't withstand that blow.

She didn't even know where to hide, let alone answer it.

The range of the blade energy was too large, and the speed was too fast; from the moment the blade was drawn to the moment it hit the target, it took less than half a second.

She didn't even see how Shen Wen drew his sword.

Lin Tiandong's hand was still on the hilt of the sword, but he didn't pull it out.

It's not that I don't want to pull it out, it's that I can't.

His fingers were trembling, from his fingertips all the way to his wrists, and his entire arm felt frozen and completely unresponsive.

Jiang Ling squatted on a rock at the edge of the arena, hugging his knees with both hands, curling up into a ball.

She looked at Shen Wen's back, then at the corpses of the Aurora Society members on the ground, and only one thought occupied her mind.

fortunately.

Fortunately, when Shen Wen asked, "Have you laughed enough?", she quietly slipped out of the Aurora Club crowd.

For a newbie in the Black Iron realm to say something so arrogant.

It's not that they're not smart, it's just that their strength is truly terrifying.

Shen Wen doesn't seem to be a mentally challenged person.

She was now crouching on a rock at the edge of the arena, looking at the corpses of the Aurora Society members on the ground, the cold sweat on her back still damp.

She silently gave herself a thumbs up in her heart.

Jiang Ling, you are this person.

This strike serves as a warning against arrogance and impetuosity!

"Does anyone else have objections?"

Shen Wen put away his knife and spoke.

He was not surprised by the effect of the strike; the slaughterhouse's defenses were lowered.

Although there was no corpse, Blood Blade was still a bronze-level ability.

In this world, mastering several bronze-level abilities is enough to be considered a prodigy, and not everyone can stand in your way.

In addition, he has the passive skill "Decapitation", which, due to the effect of the slaughterhouse, may directly cause the fatal damage of decapitation.

However, Wu Chong was quite something; he wasn't killed with a single blow!

Neither Huo Mengjiao nor Lin Tiandong dared to speak.

"If no one speaks, it will be taken as your agreement. The next nineteen promotion slots will be auctioned off, and the highest bidder will win."

"Anyone making an offer?"

But no one spoke.

This made Shen Wen frown slightly. "Are you deaf?"

Huo Mengjiao coughed and asked, "Then... how are the advancement slots auctioned off?"

"People from the Aurora Club said that there's a guaranteed upgrade for a bronze item, so I'll definitely go by that market price. I'm being very fair."

"Guaranteed at least one bronze piece, with a minimum bid increase of one black iron piece."

"Second place, and third place too?" Huo Mengjiao couldn't help but ask. Shen Wen nodded. "Now we're auctioning off the second place..."

Upon regaining his composure, Wu Chong, upon hearing Shen Wen's words, roared, "Aren't you afraid of offending the Aurora Society by doing this?"

Shen Wen wasn't the first to react to this.

They were members of the Aurora Club.

Brother!

Stop yelling! They've never seen a living Buddha, but a living Yama is right in front of them. Right now, someone could cut us down with a single blow.

The moment Shen Wenfang looked over, some of the surviving members of the Aurora Society immediately shouted, "I surrender!"

Damn it.

Sooner or later, he'll be killed by that brainless Wu Chong.

It also offended the Aurora Club.

If you die here, do you think the chairman will avenge you?

Wu Chong looked at Huo Mengjiao, Lin Tiandong, and the others, and said, "Are you all really willing to be threatened by this person?"

"If we attack together, he might not be able to kill us before he runs out of energy."

"And he certainly won't be able to use this tactic many times!"