Death Train: SSS-level talent right from the start!

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Inside another large hall.

Wen Ning stood in the center of the main hall, the leaf mark between her brows glowing with a faint green light, pushing aside the thin blood mist around her.

Her brows furrowed slightly as she glanced at the empty space before her, then turned her head to look at her side.

Su Jin was still holding her hand, his five fingers gripping her wrist tightly, so tightly that her skin turned slightly white.

Wen Ning tried to move her wrist but couldn't break free. She turned her head to look at Su Jin: "Um... could you let go of me first?"

Su Jin paused for a moment, looked down at his hand that was gripping Wen Ning's wrist, and then abruptly released it as if he had been burned.

"Feel sorry."

Su Jin lowered his voice, looked away for half a second, and then returned his gaze to Wen Ning's face.

Wen Ning took a half-step back without making a sound, increasing the distance between the two.

She was originally going to enter the same portal as Zhao Hai, but Su Jin grabbed her and dragged her in before she could react.

"Sister Su, what do we do now? Blood mist is appearing."

Yang Qing frowned as he looked around at the not-so-dense blood mist.

Su Jin shifted his gaze from Wen Ning's face, his eyes sweeping across the hall: "With the blessing of the Tree God, this blood mist won't affect us much. We just need to be careful to see if there are any monsters in the blood mist."

As soon as she finished speaking, the leaf-shaped mark between her eyebrows darkened and then disappeared.

"Sister Su..." Yang Qing's voice came from the side, her gaze fixed on Su Jin's forehead: "Your blessing mark... is gone."

Su Jin was slightly taken aback and quickly summoned the trial system panel. The trial task that had been completed was now showing as incomplete.

Yang Qing took a step forward, a faint green light still shining between her brows. The leaf mark was clearly visible on her skin, pushing the surrounding blood mist out of a small area of ​​clarity.

"Sister Su, come closer to me, my blessing mark should be able to help you dispel the blood mist."

Yang Qing's voice was clearly urgent.

Su Jin didn't move. She stood still, turned her head to look at Yang Qing, and the color of her pupils in her narrow eyes was undergoing a subtle change.

The original dark brown color is gradually being covered by blood.

The whites of my eyes also started to turn red, and fine blood vessels spread from the corners of my eyes toward the iris.

She looked at Yang Qing without saying a word.

Wen Ning frowned slightly: "Su Jin, what's wrong?"

Su Jin shifted his gaze from Yang Qing to Wen Ning's face, whose eyes were growing increasingly red.

"Wen Ning".

Su Jin suddenly spoke, her voice a few decibels higher than before.

"Um?"

Wen Ning subconsciously responded, her body tensing slightly.

Su Jin took a step forward, her body almost touching Wen Ning's face, the distance between them so short that they could see the curve of each other's eyelashes.

"Why did you refuse my invitation and join Chen Ye's team? Do you know that no man is a good one? Chen Ye is no exception. Only I am truly good to you."

Su Jin's voice was low, his breathing rapid and hot, spraying onto Wen Ning's neck and arousing a fine shiver.

"What are you talking about?"

Wen Ning looked at Su Jin's increasingly red eyes, her brows furrowing together.

The two were almost face to face. The blessing mark on Wen Ning's forehead still emitted a faint light, but it could not dispel the blood mist around Su Jin.

Su Jin reached out his right hand and touched Wen Ning's face.

Wen Ning subconsciously took two steps back, and black energy instantly swirled around her hands: "I don't know what it is about me that attracted you, but you can't impose your will on me."

Su Jin's movements froze in mid-air.

Those bloodshot eyes contracted slightly for a moment, and something flickered deep within their pupils.

Wen Ning's words stunned her.

She recalled the year she graduated from university and joined that seemingly promising company. At that time, she had long, flowing hair, wore a freshly ironed white shirt, and was full of expectations for the future.

But that was the beginning of her nightmare.

Her boss, a bald man in his forties wearing gold-rimmed glasses, used his position to coerce and entice her in various ways, and sexually assaulted her for two years.

From that time on, she developed an extreme aversion, both physically and psychologically, to having any form of intimate relationship with men.

Later, she changed companies and worked hard, climbing from the bottom to a senior management position. The pressure of work and her past experiences changed her sexual orientation.

How is her current behavior any different from that of the bald boss who molested her back then?

It's the same thing: imposing one's own will on another person, regardless of whether the other person is willing or not.

The blood-red mist in Su Jin's eyes suddenly dissipated, as if something had washed it away from within.

In the instant she was stunned, the ground beneath her feet began to tremble.

Several dark, sharp spikes burst forth from the cracks in the stone bricks at Su Jin's feet. The black spikes were as sharp as spears, but suddenly softened just before they touched her body.

The thorns bent, coiled, and tightened like living things, wrapping around from the knees to the thighs and then to the whole body.

Wen Ning pressed her hands firmly to the ground, her breathing quickened, but she did not loosen her grip.

"Wen Ning, you..."

Su Jin's voice carried a sense of bewilderment, as if she had not yet fully recovered.

Wen Ning didn't look up at her, but instead said to Yang Qing, who was standing to the side at a loss, "Yang Qing! Try to knock her unconscious! She's lost her mind now. If we don't control her, who knows what she might do!"

Yang Qing gritted his teeth and slipped behind Su Jin.

"Sister Su, I'm sorry."

She brought her right palm together like a knife, and the blade landed precisely on the back of Su Jin's neck with a sharp whistling sound.

"boom--"

A muffled thud.

Su Jin's body swayed slightly, her pupils suddenly dilated, and then she went limp as if all her strength had been drained away.

Wen Ning released her hands the moment Su Jin collapsed.

Yang Qing helped Su Jin up from behind, letting her lie down slowly on the ground. Then he looked up at Wen Ning with a complicated expression on his face.

Wen Ning stood up, her gaze falling on the unconscious Su Jin's face before turning away without saying anything.