The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the light from the soul guide flashlight swept across the aisle, casting moving spots of light on the seats.
He listened carefully and judged that there were at least two people. The footsteps were one behind the other, about two meters apart.
The good news is that these two people's mental strength is not high and they are not aware of his existence.
Tang Wulin clenched his fist, and the golden scales silently covered his right arm. He waited for a while, until the first light swept across his hiding place, and then rushed out.
He did not attack directly, but grabbed the first man's collar and dragged him into the gap in the corner. Before the man could react, Tang Wulin's fist had already hit his temple. With a muffled sound, the man's body went limp and he lost consciousness.
The second person noticed something was wrong and turned his soul guide flashlight over. "The third child?"
Tang Wulin didn't give him time to react. He rushed out from the side and aimed his right fist directly at his face. The man subconsciously raised his hand to block, but Tang Wulin's force was too great. His arm was smashed open and his fist landed firmly on the bridge of his nose.
"Click--"
The sound of cracking bones exploded in the carriage, and the man groaned and fell backward. Tang Wulin took a step forward, covered his mouth with his left hand, and punched him in the neck with his right hand.
The man's body twitched a few times and then stopped moving.
Tang Wulin dragged the two corpses under the seat and covered them with luggage. He leaned on the seat and gasped for air. He killed five people in a row. Although the consumption was not huge, the constant tension made him a little tired.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, stood up, and was about to continue moving toward the rear when he suddenly heard a loud noise from the middle of the train.
"Boom--"
The entire carriage was shaking, and the overhead luggage racks were rattling. Passengers screamed in horror, and some fell from their seats to the ground, rolling and crawling to hide in corners.
Tang Wulin's face changed.
That was the sound of an explosion, and it was someone doing something in the middle car.
He moved forward quickly, and through the glass door connecting the carriages, he saw a purple light flashing in the middle carriage. That was the light of Soul Ring.
The leading man in black is over there. Who is he attacking? Has he discovered Soul Master among the other passengers, or is he simply creating panic?
Tang Wulin gritted his teeth, pushed open the door, and rushed towards the middle compartment.
He must stop him, otherwise the entire train's passengers will be in danger.
The middle compartment was in a mess.
Several seats were blown away, and glass fragments were scattered all over the floor. A man in black stood in the middle of the aisle, with five Soul Ring - two yellow, two purple and one black - hovering around him.
His aura was cold and violent, like a wild beast that chose people to devour.
In front of him, a middle-aged man slumped on the ground, his face pale and his whole body trembling. There were no Soul Power fluctuations in his body, he was just an ordinary person.
There were two people lying at the feet of the man in black, a man and a woman, who were no longer breathing. Blood spread from under them, which was particularly dazzling under the pale flashlight light.
"Tell me, where is the thing?" The man in black's voice was hoarse, like fingernails scratching on a blackboard.
"I, I don't know... I really don't know..." The middle-aged man was incoherent, his face covered with tears and snot.
The man in black sneered and raised his hand, black mist condensed in his palm.
"Don't know? Then go die."
Tang Wulin did not hesitate, rushed out from the darkness, gathered all his strength with his right fist, and went straight to the back of the man in black.
The man in black seemed to sense the danger and turned around suddenly. The black mist turned into a shield and blocked it in front of him.
"Bang!"
Tang Wulin's fist hit the shield, and the shield cracked but did not break. The man in black took two steps back and looked at Tang Wulin with narrowed eyes.
"Oh? There is also a small fish." A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Second ring? No, third ring? It's interesting. But you dare to come and die?"
Tang Wulin didn't answer. He drew back his fists and distanced himself.
Wuhuan, and Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring. He may not be an opponent, at least not in a head-on fight.
The man in black was not in a hurry to take action. He looked Tang Wulin up and down, his eyes lingering on the golden scales on his right arm for a moment.
"What is this Martial Soul? It's quite interesting." He licked his lips, "But it doesn't matter. I can still see clearly if I kill you."
He raised his hand, and the fifth Soul Ring lit up - the black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.
"Fifth Soul Skill, Shadow Cage."
Black mist came from all directions and condensed into a cage, trapping Tang Wulin in it. Tang Wulin punched the wall of the cage, and the golden fist hit the black mist, making a dull sound, but the cage did not move at all.
The man in black laughed.
"Don't waste your efforts. This is Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill. How can you, a three-ring brat, still want to break free?"
Tang Wulin ignored his taunt, closed his eyes, and felt the structure of the cage. The black mist was constantly flowing, and there seemed to be a certain pattern.
He reached out with his mental power and carefully explored the wall of the cage. Soon, he found a tiny gap, which was the weak point of the mist. It may have been caused by the man in black's insufficient control over Soul Skill.
Tang Wulin opened his eyes, and all the Bloodline Power was concentrated in his right fist. The golden scales flashed a faint Golden Light in the darkness.
"Blood Soul Fusion Technique, Golden Dragon Fist!"
With a punch, the golden fist hit the gap accurately.
"Click--"
A crack appeared on the wall of the cage. The crack spread quickly, spreading around like a spider web.
The man in black's smile froze on his face, "Impossible!"
Tang Wulin's second punch has been thrown.
"Bang!"
The cage shattered and black mist dispersed. Tang Wulin rushed out of the cage and went straight to the man in black.
The face of the man in black changed greatly, and he quickly activated the fourth Soul Ring. The black mist condensed again and turned into a shield in front of him. But this time, Tang Wulin did not fight hard. Instead, he passed the shield sideways and punched him in the ribs.
"Ah--"
The man in black screamed, flew backwards, and hit the wall of the carriage. Several of his ribs were broken, and black blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
Tang Wulin did not pursue, but stood there, gasping for air. Two consecutive punches almost exhausted all of his Bloodline Power.
The man in black struggled to get up, his face full of fear and anger.
"You... who are you?"
Tang Wulin didn't answer, just looked at him coldly.
A trace of fierceness flashed in the eyes of the man in black. He bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood mist. The black mist condensed again, this time it was thicker than before.
"Fourth Soul Skill--"
Before he finished speaking, Tang Wulin moved. He did not rush towards the man in black, but bent down to pick up a fragment of glass on the ground and threw it hard.
The fragments drew an arc and accurately penetrated into the throat of the man in black.
The man in black's eyes widened, he made a "ho ho" sound in his throat, and blood foam poured out of his mouth. He slowly fell to the ground, the Soul Ring around him dissipated, and the black mist also dissipated.
The carriage became quiet.
Tang Wulin leaned on the seat, gasping for air. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and the muscles all over his body were trembling.
Fortunately, the opponent underestimated the enemy.