Train Survival: One colored hexagon per level!

The light, airy voice that came out of Lu Xingyuan's mouth felt like a silver needle piercing Wen Leisha's heart with every word!

What a convenient "that's it"!

What a mockery and contempt this is!

Vera was an extremely proud person at heart, after all, she was the direct disciple of that being!

Moreover, her strength is beyond doubt; otherwise, she could not have graduated from the Holy Temple's Department of Discipline at the age of sixteen and become a genuine Holy Guard!

However, right now, she has been severely humiliated by a train conductor!

How could she possibly bear this?

"You...you're being too presumptuous!"

Wen Leisha's face flushed red, her azure, jewel-like eyes fixed on Lu Xingyuan in front of her.

"With your strength, I feel I can be even more audacious."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Xingyuan threw a punch.

The fist sliced ​​through the air and slammed hard into the girl's fair and delicate face!

As the saying goes, men and women are equal, so Lu Xingyuan's punches were delivered with equal force, showing no mercy or pity because the other woman was female.

Seeing this, Morren felt a momentary sense of balance, but he quickly recovered, and his expression returned to its fierce state.

"How dare you! Do you even know who she is?!"

"have no idea."

Lu Xingyuan spoke calmly:

"I don't want to know."

Lu Xingyuan's words were like a corncob forcibly shoved into Mo Lun's mouth, choking him so much that he couldn't utter a single word.

That's incredibly arrogant!

"How dare you injure the captain like this!"

Everything happened too fast. By the time Shi Mang reacted, Wen Leisha had already been sent flying.

But just as he was about to make a move, he was stopped by Vera's shout:

"Don't move, I'll handle it myself!"

Unlike Morren, Wenlesa did not give up and quickly got up from the ground.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes gradually turning cold, her long golden hair moving without wind.

The invisible, terrifying pressure emanating from it was almost suffocating.

"You brought this on yourself!"

The blonde girl's voice was like ice that had never melted for millennia, releasing endless chill.

Then, she forcefully pulled off the pendant around her neck.

It was a broken copper bell, about the size of a pigeon egg, with spiderweb-like cracks covering its body.

The inner wall of the bell is engraved with a miniature balance scale pattern, with an hourglass on one end and a heart-shaped groove on the other.

Then, the blonde girl suddenly crushed the broken copper bell.

A mysterious light flowed slowly around her.

She suddenly raised her hand and spread her slender fingers.

The long sword that had been sent flying backward suddenly flew back into her hand, where she gripped it tightly.

Lu Xingyuan raised an eyebrow.

This is... the power of others?

Molen seemed to have thought of something, a deep excitement flashing in his eyes, mixed with an unconcealable fear:

"You're finished, you're really finished now!"

Even a slow-witted giant like Shi Mang realized something, and a look of emotion appeared on his face.

"Even if I defeat you with the help of my teacher, it would be an unfair victory."

The blonde girl slowly spoke:

"So, I'll give you a chance. If you can still hurt me after I unleash this strike, I'll allow you to choose any one of the treasures I carry."

"Conversely, if you cannot, then you should honestly apologize to all of us, cooperate with our work, and explain everything clearly!"

Molen, standing to the side, hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

That's a bit too lenient.

He should be torn to pieces!

Wen Leisha did not give Lu Xingyuan a choice.

Because the weak have no right to choose and can only passively accept.

"Mortals wield the scales of justice, using themselves as the weights!"

Her eyelids snapped open, and she slashed out with her sword.

There was no whooshing sound of wind breaking, nor any earth-shattering collision.

The blade merely grazed the air lightly, a streak of blue light emanating from its tip, like ink falling onto rice paper, silently permeating the entire space.

Then, all was silent.

Time itself seemed to have been severed in half by this one stroke.

The swirling dust froze in mid-air, and the trail of light lingered on the edge of her blade.

Lu Xingyuan was frozen in place, his expression not even having time to appear on his face; he was simply frozen like a statue.

Molen's heart clenched violently, and his pupils shrank to pinpoints.

"Is this... the ultimate technique, 'Stop'?"

He wasn't even the target of that strike; he merely caught the lingering afterglow of that blue light with his gaze, and in that instant, his soul was forcibly put on pause.

The blood in my body froze, my thoughts stopped, and even the fear itself was forced to cease.

With a single strike, it didn't say "destruction," it said—"pause."

So here's the question: how disheveled must Lu Xingyuan be now, having been struck squarely by the blade?

Skills, items... are unusable.

The instant he was struck by the blade, Lu Xingyuan clearly felt that all his skills and items were forcibly separated from him.

He could no longer sense their presence.

Even the bronze eye, as powerful as a level ten extraordinary creation, was erased without a trace.

What exactly is this power?

How could they be so unreasonable?

He now finds it extremely difficult to even move a finger, let alone hurt the other party.

The blonde girl was very satisfied with the result.

She nodded:

"The countdown is about to begin."

"ten……"

"Nine……"

"eight……"

She enjoyed the countdown.

Watching time slip away bit by bit, and being powerless to stop it... what a painful experience!

It's true that the other party deserves to feel pain, after all, that punch was really vicious.

The blonde girl subconsciously touched her left cheek.

It has already started to swell slightly.

At this time, her appearance was definitely not very elegant.

But... who told me I deserved all of this?

That was too careless! How could you be so contemptuous and disrespectful to the train conductor?

After all, they are the protagonists of this world.

Just as the blonde girl was lost in thought, suddenly, without any warning, a tall figure appeared in front of her, casting a shadow on her face.

Her heart skipped a beat.

What...what's going on?

Before she could react, a powerful punch landed squarely on the other half of her face.

This time the force was noticeably less.

It is clear that Lu Xingyuan was severely restricted and unable to exert his full strength.

Even so, it was enough to give Wenlesa a hard time.

She was sent flying backward again, rolling on the ground before lying motionless.

She wasn't beaten to death, nor did she pass out; rather, she was in a state of extreme daze.

who am I?

where am I?

Confused!

I'm completely lost!

No...is that right?

That comes from the teacher's profound secret: "Stop"!

What makes him capable of breaking through?

This is just too unreasonable!

"Hey, wake up! Stop playing dead. Hurry up and keep your promise. Show me your treasure!"

Lu Xingyuan's words, one by one, jumped into her ears, forcing her to snap out of her daze.

She couldn't escape it; she had to face this painful reality!