Sun and moon converged.
The frenzy of Blood Source faded amid the increasingly fierce wind and snow.
People stopped fighting.
One day, one night.
The battle between Mr. Order and Teng Ge had lasted a long time.
The sky was riddled with rifts left behind by shattered space.
But now.
This battle between Top-Level Train Conductors had finally reached its end.
"Teng Ge, you've hidden your strength well."
Mr. Order folded his arms haughtily, looking at the thoroughly battered Teng Ge before him, a flash of irritation crossing his eyes.
This fellow had actually held him up for so long.
His own strength should have far surpassed his opponent's.
["It's all because of that damned Imperial Sequence Member, and that thief who stole [Sloth]."]
["Otherwise, this Teng Ge could never have been a match for me."]
["The Imperial Sequence, hmph. Sooner or later, I'll deal with those lunatics."]
Mr. Order approached Teng Ge.
His haughty gaze brimmed with contempt for the man.
"I'll give you one last chance. Hand over the crown, and I'll spare your life."
Teng Ge grinned, took out a flask, and poured its strong liquor into his mouth.
Mr. Order frowned and flicked the flask away with his spear.
"Ha, haha... that was fine liquor aged thirty years. What a waste."
"You have a death wish."
"Whatever. Haha, would I have made it this far if I feared death?"
His body riddled with wounds, Teng Ge looked toward the City Lord's residence.
"It's time."
"What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said!"
Teng Ge plunged his only usable hand into his own heart and roared at the heavens with a wolf's howl.
"Changsheng Tian blesses me! Today! Shall be the day I become king!"
Rumble! Rumble!!!
Where had those drumbeats come from!?
People suddenly became aware