Armed Train in the Apocalypse-Chapter 425 - 276: Spear and Shield, Which Is Stronger?

Chapter 425: Chapter 276: Spear and Shield, Which Is Stronger?

Lin Jin and the others backed out from the hall.

They handed Bai Lu and another person over to the armed soldiers who were stationed outside in layers of defense.

"So what do we do now, just wait here?"

Lin Jin asked, unwilling to let it go.

Mountain Goat rolled his eyes, "Clearly, you didn’t finish He Jie’s theory classes. Even regular soldiers know not to go through the front door in battle. You, an Evolver, and yet you could die of urgency?"

Yu Jing circled outside, activated the Mechanical Puppet to drag the corpse of Silver Kite, whom He Jie had killed, to a corner.

Soon, horrifying sounds of muscles snapping and bones reconstructing were heard.

It sounded like a beast was gnawing on a corpse.

Before long, Yu Jing emerged with her Mechanical Puppet intact.

The woman’s face remained unchanged; only her eyes bore a faint red, evidence of her recently invoked abilities.

"Then let’s do it quickly, no need to split into teams, we’ll enter directly from the top."

Hidden apprehension flashed in Mountain Goat’s eyes.

He didn’t even need to use skills to assess; the sensation Yu Jing gave him felt increasingly dangerous.

"Okay."

The five climbed to the center of the theater, standing at the edge of a crater, and first glanced at Yu Yue, who simply shook her head, indicating she heard nothing.

Mountain Goat gritted his teeth and activated "Probability Judgment." The level of danger feedback stunned him momentarily.

Not because it was too dangerous, but because it was too safe, with no risk of death whatsoever.

Looking at the lifeless pit, Mountain Goat held his breath, focused, and cautiously peered inside.

"What are you doing up there, sneaking around?"

A teasing voice rose from below.

"Train Conductor?"

The group moved forward to look down.

Under the searchlights outside and the rain reflecting inside, they could see the scene in the inner hall.

Sizzling rainwater fell through the broken ceiling, soaking the luxurious carpet into a mess of mud.

Only the two genuine leather sofas in the middle remained unscathed. Su Huan sat on a sofa back, stepping on the leather surface, looking down arrogantly at Mr. Shu on the opposite side while playing with a slender rapier.

The position of the coffee table had turned into a large pit, where a grotesque four-armed individual was pinned to the ground by a short spear through the chest, his limbs contorted in bizarre ways.

In the pit, the rainwater had already covered more than half of the body, turning crimson.

A butler-like figure floated in a room corner, eyes closed, occasionally coughing up blood, as if weightless drifting towards the sky. Then, as if exiting a certain area, the hot rain sizzled, filling the room with the stench of blood.

On the floor, there was a terrifying rift extending to the feet of a young man slumping in a corner.

The young man faced upward, blood seeping from his mouth and nose, while his formal wear bore a palm-sized depression in the chest. The entire chest cavity was nearly pierced through; yet if it weren’t for weak breaths, anyone would assume he was dead.

Zhong You stared vacantly at the Train Conductor, who was fiddling with the rapier’s tip, sword hum resonating as cold glimmers danced across his handsome face.

The atrocious scarlet sheen was reflected over his eyebrows.

One against three, with total annihilation.

And the price Su Huan paid was nothing more than a profound, bone-deep sword scar between his brows.

Just that one wound.

The confidence accumulated through countless battles, a belief being systematically dismantled by the Train Conductor in a single encounter, left no trace.

Neither process nor result escaped a fantastical absurdity.

Even now, he couldn’t process it.

The entire person was engulfed in immense bewilderment.

’Can one still advance during combat?’

Contrasting this, Shu Wei’s eyes were filled with fervor.

Having witnessed again the Train Conductor’s scene of instantaneous ascension and effortlessly killing three Tier Two Evolvers, every cell, every inch of Shu Wei’s skin was imprinted with that tyrant-like image.

If there was once a bottomless fear, now it was a wholehearted surrender!

Surrender to that most violent force, surrender to the most formidable origin!

"Boom—Crash——"

The rapier emitted rhythmic clinks under Su Huan’s nimble play, harmonizing smoothly with the booming sounds of battle in the outer hall.

"Old Shu, how about we make another bet?"

Su Huan positioned the rapier vertically before his eyes, those elongated narrow eyes more piercing than the sword’s gleam.

Cold water washed over his shoes, Mr. Shu felt as though he was taken back to years past, standing punished by his father in the rain in the courtyard, his feet just as cold, but with a fire burning in his heart that carried him to this day.

Through fifty years of storm and wind, he had witnessed many youths, he had encountered innumerable outstanding individuals, and he considered himself among the best of them.

Yet, the fire within his heart had long since extinguished.

Thus, when faced with Su Huan’s arrogance, he felt a pricking anger.

By some strange compulsion, he wondered if he were thirty years younger, would he have chosen to embark on the path of evolution at the start of the apocalypse to compete against him?

Taking a deep breath, adopting an earnest demeanor towards a peer, "What’s the bet?"

Su Huan smiled slightly, "A bet on spear versus shield, which is stronger."

"What do I have to stake?"

"Just one answer."

"And what is your stake?"

Mr. Shu rolled up his sleeves, eyes never more solemn, "A bet without stakes loses its meaning."

"Me?"

Su Huan was a bit surprised, pondered, then pointed at the group of ten plus huddled in a corner.

"I watched a movie that left an impression on me, and coincidentally, there are fourteen people here. My stake also divides into fourteen points: if you win, they live; if you lose, they die."

Upon hearing this, everyone turned pale.

Bao Qingqing still hadn’t recovered from that terrifying shade of blue, realizing the situation had developed in an unimaginably dire direction. The cooked duck not only flew away, now it wanted to eat people too!