Train Survival: One colored hexagon per level!

Cold sweat instantly broke out on my forehead.

It slid down from between the eyebrows to the bridge of the nose, finally reaching the tip of the nose, and then dripped into the mouth.

It is bitter and salty.

Mo Lun swallowed hard, looking up in disbelief at Lu Xingyuan who had suddenly appeared in front of him.

It's a ghost!

How could this guy possibly break through the dungeon rules and appear here!

The train conductors' faces showed such horror precisely because they witnessed this scene.

Although they can speak, they cannot move freely; otherwise, they would have gone to find people they are close to or familiar with.

Does this mean the restrictions on dungeons have been lifted?

They tried to move, but found they couldn't move at all!

Even the thunderous roar is no exception.

His face was indescribably gloomy.

Could it be that... Lu Xingyuan's strength is above his?

……

Golden blood was boiling and burning within his body.

The limitations that were previously invisible are now clearly visible to Lu Xingyuan.

They are like fine threads, wrapped around the body of each train conductor.

He also had it, but when faced with the golden blood, it melted away instantly, like snow under the scorching sun of midsummer!

Under normal circumstances, his peak condition can last for five minutes.

However, due to the limitations of the dungeon rules, this state has been reduced to only three minutes remaining.

Three minutes is enough.

That's enough for him to beat this beast in front of him to a pulp!

Is a mere slip of the tongue enough to make a mistake?

What's even more ridiculous is that he never admitted it was his fault, blaming everything on the wind that blew out of nowhere.

Isn't this blatantly treating people like fools?

Lu Xingyuan was very angry.

If you have anger, you need to release it.

Otherwise, if you keep it all inside, won't you just hurt yourself?

Molen must be laughing in his dreams. I've disgusted you so much and made you sick with anger. Is there anything happier in this world?

Therefore, in order to prevent such a terrible thing from happening, Lu Xingyuan decided to release him.

Then hit!

Beat them hard!

Don't hold it in!

Follow the voice of your deepest heart!

"You...you...you!"

When Lu Xingyuan sensed that Moran's fear had reached its peak, he knew it was time to make his move.

Crimson Tyrant!

The energy core was spinning at high speed, emitting a roar that made one's scalp tingle.

He immediately threw a punch, which landed hard!

Boom!

Molen's body was instantly sent flying like a cannonball, slamming heavily against the wall!

The entire tower is built of special rocks, making it one of the most solid fortresses.

However, at this very moment, a spiderweb-like dent appeared on the wall!

This shows just how terrifying the power of that punch was!

This can also be seen in Morren.

He slowly fell off the wall, spitting out pools of blood.

The black and gold robe that symbolized his status was already completely soaked in blood!

He was trembling all over and struggled several times to get up from the ground, but failed each time.

Fortunately, Lu Xingyuan was a kind-hearted person. He grabbed the other man's head and roughly lifted him up.

His feet dangled in the air, hanging limply, and his arms also hung down.

Dead dog!

There's no better word to describe it!

The once arrogant and contemptuous chief referee is now being held like a dead dog by the train conductor he looked down upon!

Lu Xingyuan's other hand landed on the bronze mask.

He gripped the edge of the mask with his five fingers and then tore it off forcefully!

"No!"

Molen, who was in a semi-conscious state, suddenly woke up and let out a shrill wail, his whole body shaking violently!

He even tried to raise his weak hands to pry open Lu Xingyuan's strong arms.

but……

It's meaningless.

Hiss!

The bronze mask that he wore on his face, which seemed to have grown into his flesh and blood, was torn off in the most brutal way!

Then, Lu Xingyuan casually tossed it, and the distorted bronze mask landed on the stone slab with a crisp sound.

Molen's pale face was exposed to the sunlight, contorted in pain.

He covered his face with his hands, seemingly not wanting the world to see his disheveled appearance.

But Lu Xingyuan roughly pried his hands off, then lifted him up and positioned him facing the group of train conductors below in the most forward-facing position.

Every train conductor stared wide-eyed at Moren's face, as if trying to imprint that face firmly and deeply in their hearts.

So this is what they call the chief referee?

He doesn't seem as unapproachable as I imagined!

Morren opened his eyes in pain, his vision blurred by blood, only able to make out a hazy outline.

But strangely, he could clearly sense the gazes of the train conductors; it wasn't just a few scattered ones, but every single one!

"Ah! Ahhh!"

He let out a shrill, painful wail, as helpless as a child, with a touch of pitifulness about him.

but……

Poor?

Why do I only feel hatred?

Lu Xingyuan smiled, then looked up at Wen Leisha in front of him.

Vera's voice rang out almost at the same time.

"That's enough!"

However, less than 0.01 seconds after she finished speaking, Lu Xingyuan's fist slammed down hard!

Vera's pupils contracted sharply, and she instinctively reached out to shield herself, but... would it work?

boom!

His fist slammed into her delicate body, sending her flying!

Her body landed heavily on the solid, thick wall before coming to a stop.

Spiderweb-like cracks also appeared on the wall behind her. Lu Xingyuan's punch was the same as the one he used against Mo Lun, powerful and heavy, showing no mercy just because she was a girl.

However, Wenlesa was in better shape than Morren. The moment she landed, she braced herself with one hand on the ground, preventing herself from falling and looking too disheveled.

However, her internal organs had already suffered varying degrees of damage.

As for the ribs in his chest, they were mostly broken.

pain!

My whole body was burning with pain; even breathing was a painful experience!

Wen Leisha struggled to lift her head and look at Lu Xingyuan, her voice weak and feeble.

"No...don't kill him...someone will take care of him for you."

Morren is definitely going to die.

He has committed such a heinous crime that no one, regardless of their faction, would ever let him go.

So why should Lu Xingyuan do it himself and create trouble for himself?

Her advice was well-intentioned.

Out of guilt.

She deserved that punch.

She failed to fulfill her supervisory duties, which allowed Moron to take advantage of the situation and led to this series of events.

And because of her teacher, she showed mercy to him and was unable to kill him immediately.

Therefore, Lu Xingyuan's anger was justified.

but……

"You should have said so sooner."

Lu Xingyuan remained expressionless, exerted force in his hand, and snapped Mo Lun's neck with a crack, then tossed him to the ground at his feet.