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

As Wu Chong finished speaking, the arena fell into a brief silence.

Shen Wen glanced down at him, his gaze as if he were looking at a hopping grasshopper.

"Looks like you've gained confidence since I didn't kill you with one blow earlier."

Wu Chong sneered, got up from the ground, and patted the sand off his trench coat.

There was still blood at the corner of his mouth, but the fear on his face had faded considerably, replaced by an almost insane confidence.

"If you hadn't ambushed me, how do you think I could have reached the Iron rank limit with just two platforms?"

He stared at Shen Wen and said, slowly and deliberately, "Based on my talent."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Chong's figure disappeared from the spot.

It's not a visual persistence caused by the speed being too fast; it's a true disappearance, as if someone erased it from the image with an eraser.

Shen Wen narrowed his eyes.

On the Aurora Club side, the dozen or so survivors who hadn't given up moved at the same time.

Some people activated their talent, and their bodies shimmered with a metallic sheen;

Someone began to chant, and a blinding light gathered at the tip of the staff;

Someone drew their weapon and flanked Shen Wen from the side.

Wu Chong's voice rang out from all directions, like someone shouting at a wall in an empty hall. The echoes overlapped, making it impossible to tell which direction was which.

"Just help me take down this guy, and I'll guarantee you'll join the Aurora Society! No conditions whatsoever!"

Those Aurora Club members who had been slumped on the ground with unfocused eyes regained their light upon hearing these words.

Aurora Viewing.

Gold-level guild leader.

Resources are plentiful.

Some people gritted their teeth, got up from the ground, and picked up their fallen weapons.

Someone swallowed a bottle of medicine, and color returned to their pale face.

Someone gripped their staff tightly, and magical light condensed in their palm.

They glanced at Shen Wen, then at the corpses on the ground that had been cleaved in two, and hesitated for half a second.

Then they rushed up.

It's not that I'm not afraid of death, it's just that the allure of the aurora borealis is too great.

In this precarious world of train travel, having an organization backed by a Gold-level powerhouse means a tenfold increase in the chances of survival.

Huo Mengjiao stood in the northwest corner, her staff planted firmly on the ground, her brows furrowed as she watched the people rushing towards Shen Wen.

A member of the White Tower group leaned closer and whispered, "Sister Mengjiao, should we...?"

"No," Huo Mengjiao interrupted him, her voice soft but firm. "Just watch the show."

The man paused for a moment, then fell silent.

Lin Tiandong stood at the edge of the arena, his hand on the hilt of his sword. His gaze swept back and forth between Shen Wen and the people who rushed over, then he loosened his grip on the hilt, crossed his arms, and leaned against a stone pillar.

The Watchers behind him exchanged glances but didn't move.

Jiang Ling squatted on a rock at the edge of the arena, hugging his knees, watching the Aurora Society members rushing towards Shen Wen, his lips twitching.

"That Wu Chong is really brainless."

Shen Wen stood still, without moving.

His gaze swept over the people rushing in from all directions, and then over the empty surroundings.

Wu Chong was still in the shadows.

Spatial talents: teleportation, invisibility.

This configuration makes him a promising assassin.

A cold light pierced out from the void beside Shen Wen.

Wu Chong has appeared.

He appeared less than a meter to Shen Wen's right, and thrust his short knife straight at Shen Wen's waist.

The blade gleamed with a ghostly blue light, and the air around its edge distorted as if being scorched by high temperatures.

"Spatial confinement!"

Shen Wen felt the air around his body suddenly become viscous, and every inch of his muscles was locked by an invisible force, making it difficult to even lift a finger.

Space confinement.

Forcibly lock the space around the target, making it unable to move, dodge, or defend.

A ferocious smile appeared on Wu Chong's face.

"My superior spatial abilities are far beyond your reach!"

His short knife was already at Shen Wen's waist, the tip piercing through his clothes.

This knife is bronze grade.

The Aurora Society will personally provide it, and combined with his spatial talent, it will be enough to kill any Iron-level being, and even Bronze-level beings can be taken down by him.

"Backstab!"

The moment the dagger pierced through, the eerie blue light on the blade surged, as if something had exploded from the edge.

This is the bronze-level ability he has mastered.

As long as you don't attack the enemy within their field of vision, there's a certain probability that you can directly break through their defenses, ignoring armor, shields, and constitution, and kill them with a single strike.

The probability is not high, but when combined with the immobilization effect of spatial confinement, the hit rate is close to 100%.

Wu Chong's mouth stretched from ear to ear.

"Go to hell!"

The next moment, his mind exploded.

It wasn't a metaphor; it really exploded.

Countless images flooded into his consciousness like a burst dam.

The blood-red sky, the mountains of corpses, the feel of blades cutting into bone, the screams of those dying—all densely packed and layered, as if someone had stuffed a hundred horror movies into his brain at once.

kill.

kill.

kill.

The sounds came from all directions, flooding his ears, eyes, and every nerve, grinding all his reason into dust.

Wu Chong's eyes turned bloodshot, and countless distorted shadows were reflected in his pupils.

He opened his mouth to shout, but only a muffled hoarse sound came out of his throat.

"Impossible... I possess a bronze-level ability that can withstand mental attacks..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body began to tremble, the tremors spreading from his fingers to his arms, and from his arms to his entire body, convulsing as if he had been electrocuted.

The dagger slipped from his hand and fell to the sandy ground with a dull thud.

He fell forward, curled up on the ground, covered his head with his hands, his mouth wide open, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, mixing with sand and covering his face.

Shen Wen's killing intent had reached hundreds of layers at this moment.

It all started when I acquired the Will to Kill.

The people he killed, the monsters he slew, every strike fueled his killing intent.

The lives that died by his blade transformed into layers of murderous intent, piling up deep within his consciousness like a mountain of corpses that grew ever higher.

Not to mention.

[Blood Sacrifice] can exert a 20% psychological suppression on creatures that have been killed.

These are all increases.

At this moment, as the mountain of corpses pressed down, Wu Chong's pitiful bronze-level mental defense couldn't even last a second.

Meanwhile, those who rushed over had already arrived.

The first person to rush in front of Shen Wen was a burly man in heavy armor, holding a two-handed sword with flames gleaming on its blade.

He gripped the sword with both hands and slashed down with all his might. The blade struck Shen Wen's shoulder with a dull thud.

Sparks flew everywhere.

Shen Wen's shoulders remained completely still.

The big man's pupils suddenly contracted. He looked down at his sword blade, then at Shen Wen's shoulder.

The blade was blunt.

Shen Wen's clothes were slashed open, revealing the skin underneath.

There wasn't even a white mark on his skin.

"This...this is impossible..."

The big man's voice trembled.

The people following behind him did not stop.

A spear thrust at the side, its tip piercing Shen Wen's waist before being deflected.

A dagger stabbed from behind, the blade slicing across Shen Wen's back with a grating metallic scraping sound.

An ice arrow struck Shen Wen in the chest, exploding into a cluster of ice flowers. The ice flowers shattered, but Shen Wen did not move.

A fireball struck him in the face, the flames dissipated, revealing a blank expression.

A bolt of lightning struck him on the head, and the arc of electricity leaped around his body a few times before dissipating.

A body of steel, immune to physical attacks below the silver level.

The defensive power boost from the five-fold increase in constitution provided by the "Iron Body" effect.

Let those magical attacks fall on him; at most, they'll leave a bruise.

Again.

Superman's low magic resistance is only effective against opponents of the same level.

It's not something that can be solved with just a simple spell.

Shen Wen looked down at his ripped clothes and frowned.

"Su Mu will probably be heartbroken when she gets back and sees this."

He drew his butcher's knife.

A flash of light appeared.

The three people at the front didn't even have time to react before their bodies were sliced ​​in half. Their upper bodies flew out while their lower bodies remained standing in place, blood spurting out and splattering all over the faces of the people behind them.

Second knife.

The third cut.

Each cut was clean and crisp, without any unnecessary movements, like chopping melons and vegetables.

Some of those who rushed over turned to run, while others opened their mouths to shout "I surrender," but the flash of the blade was much faster than their movements.

Five seconds.

None of the dozen or so people who rushed over were standing.

The bodies lay scattered on the sandy ground, blood seeping into the sand and turning the dark yellow sand a deep brown.

Shen Wen sheathed his knife, turned around, bent down, grabbed Wu Chong by the neck, and lifted him off the ground.

Wu Chong looked like a chicken with its neck being choked, its legs dangling in the air, its face flushed red, its mouth open but unable to make a sound.

His consciousness had not yet recovered from the shock of the killing intent; his eyes were bloodshot, his pupils were dilated, and drool was dripping from the corner of his mouth, making him look like a broken rag doll.

Shen Wen lifted him up in front of him and looked at his distorted face.

"Spatial talent, indeed impressive."

His voice was very calm, as if he were commenting on a dish.

"It's a pity you ran into me."

Pure numerical superiority.

Even without the will to kill, Wu Chong's broken dagger couldn't even pierce his skin.

The defenses of the steel body are there.

What about spatial confinement, back attack, and bronze weapons?

At the peak of the Iron level, none of this matters.

Just like an ant, no matter how sophisticated its skills or how sharp its weapons, it can never kill an elephant.

It's not a matter of skill, it's a matter of scale.

Wu Chong's mouth was open, and he was making "ho, ho" sounds in his throat, as if he was saying something, but not a single word could be heard.

His gaze began to focus, and Shen Wen's face was reflected in his pupils.

fear.

It wasn't the suppressed tension of before, nor the resentment of being threatened; it was genuine, deep-seated fear.

He recalled Shen Wen's words: "I can also kill you with one strike."

He thought it was a threat.

Now he knows that it was a statement of fact.

Wu Chong's mouth gaped open even wider. He wanted to shout "I give up," but Shen Wen's other hand had already reached out.

Pinch his throat with two fingers and apply gentle pressure.

Pinch his throat with two fingers and apply gentle pressure.

"Click."

The sound of bones cracking was very faint, almost inaudible in the wind.

Wu Chong's head was tilted to one side, his eyes were still open, his pupils were completely dilated, and his mouth was still open, but he would no longer make any sound.

Shen Wen released his grip, and the corpse fell to the ground, crashing into the sand and raising a small cloud of dust.

He bent down, picked up Wu Chong's short knife, and weighed it in his hand.

Bronze grade, slightly inferior to the Butcher's Knife, but much stronger than the Iron grade.

Store it in your spatial backpack.

Then he straightened up and glanced across the arena.

Those who didn't rush over are now frozen in place in various poses.

Someone was holding a staff, the light at the tip of the staff still lingering, but the person was completely still, as if they had been paralyzed.

Someone was holding a weapon, the blade still raised in mid-air, but their hand was trembling.

Some people had already retreated to the edge of the arena, their backs pressed against the stone wall, their faces as white as paper.

Shen Wen didn't look at them.

He drew the butcher's knife, and the dark red light on the blade shone again.

The blood of the surrounding corpses began to evaporate, turning into dark red mist, which, as if grasped by an invisible hand, gathered on the blade of the butcher's knife from the sand, from the corpses, and from the air.

The fog thickened, and the blood-red light on the blade grew brighter, changing from dark red to scarlet, and then to a dazzling crimson.

Those Aurora Society members who hadn't left finally realized what was happening as they watched the increasingly bright crimson light.

"I give up!"

The first to shout was a tall, thin man whose voice was shrill and distorted, echoing in the empty arena.

As soon as he finished speaking, a white light exploded from his body, and he disappeared from the spot.

"I give up!"

"I give up!"

"I give up too!"

Shouts rose and fell, like dominoes being toppled, one after another.

One burst of white light after another exploded, and the Aurora Society members disappeared one by one from the arena.

But some people didn't make it in time.

It wasn't that they were too slow in their shouts; it was that Shen Wen's knife was too fast.

The crimson blade energy exploded from the blade, wider, longer, and faster than the previous one.

It swept across the sandy ground like a blood-red tsunami.

Those who hadn't even had a chance to shout "I surrender" were swallowed up by the blade's aura.

The corpse was cut in half, and the blood mist exploded, spreading into a dark red cloud under the gray-white sky.

The blade's energy struck the stone wall of the arena, leaving a deep trench in its surface, sending shards of stone flying and dust billowing everywhere.

The entire arena was shaking.