Just kidding, Blood Fang's strength is definitely above Hu Meng's. Hu Meng is only at the Fourth Rank Middle Stage, while that boss must be at least at the Late-Stage Fourth Rank, or even possibly the Fifth Rank.
On the roof of the car.
The two fought fiercely, but their injuries differed.
Blood Fang, the leader, carried a pair of alloy scissors covered in serrations, opening and closing them repeatedly, making a "snap-snap" sound.
He was mostly uninjured, while the train expert he was fighting was covered in wounds and was forced to retreat repeatedly under his relentless scissor attacks.
The expert was fast, but in the end, he was no match for Blood Fang, and was bitten by those opening and closing scissors.
"Ah!"
The expert let out a shout and then gritted his teeth.
He tried to pull his leg back, but Blood Fang leader didn't give him the chance, constantly increasing the force in his hand, trying to cut the expert's leg off directly.
In just a few breaths, the expert's pale face was covered in sweat.
After struggling for a while, the expert seemed to realize that his leg was definitely ruined today.
Since that's the case, let's just ignore it!
Thinking of this, he withdrew his hand from the scissors and swung the large knife horizontally at Blood Fang's neck.
Blood Fang leader ducked low, easily dodging the horizontal slash of the greatsword. Then, taking advantage of the opponent's wide-open defense, he withdrew the scissors that were clamped on the expert's leg and slashed towards the fatal neck.
In that instant, the expert's pupils dilated sharply, his eyes filled with the despair of death.
However, at this critical moment, a leg suddenly appeared and kicked Blood Fang's leader in the chest.
"Click--"
His ribs were shattered, and his chest suddenly caved in.
Immediately, Blood Fang Boss was sent flying backward like a meteor, as if he had been suddenly hit by a speeding train, and finally crashed heavily onto the roof of the train.
"Puff--"
After spitting out blood several times, Blood Fang Boss gradually regained a sliver of consciousness.
"Who... who are you?"
The person who came earlier acted so quickly that he didn't even have time to see what their strength was.
It's easy to imagine just how terrifying the other party must be!
Before Wei San could answer, the expert sitting on the train suddenly became respectful.
" Wei San —Commander!"
Every expert commanding the train came from the Divine Wind Camp, a regular unit, and naturally knew Wei San.
"Hmm." Wei San nodded.
Blood Fang, the leader, witnessed everything and was immediately terrified, his eyes filled with disbelief.
How could the commander of the Divine Wind Camp end up on a train?!
Shouldn't he be stationed at Fortress No. 1 headquarters?
Just as he was racking his brains trying to figure it out, Wei San looked at him.
"I'll give you two choices: one, surrender obediently and I'll send you to prison; two, resist to the bitter end, and then I'll accidentally kill you during the arrest. Yes, accidentally."
Upon hearing this, Blood Fang's lips twitched violently.
If you want to kill him, just say so. Why say it was "accidental"?
Of course, now was not the time to complain. He knew very well that if he dared to run away, Wei San would definitely kill him. But if he didn't run away, given the bloody crimes he and Blood Fang had committed, he probably wouldn't have a good ending after the trial.
After much deliberation, he decided to take a gamble; perhaps there was still a chance of escape.
Let's do it!
The old ambassador with Blood Fang used all his strength to leap down towards the bottom of the train.
Before his feet even touched the ground, a cone-shaped alloy weapon pierced his chest. The massive impact, accompanied by a whistling wind, pinned him to the ground.
On his deathbed, Blood Fang had only one thought left in his mind.
Isn't this the train that departed from the outer fortress? Why the hell is the commander of the Kamikaze Divine Wind Camp on it?
He had a million curses he wanted to utter, but in the end, his neck twisted to the side, and he died a horrible death.
This scene caught the eyes of Jiang Fan and the others, and they were all deeply shocked.
What domineering power!
Aside from Jiang Fan, they were all curious about who had done it and how such a powerful expert had appeared on the train.
Wei San took out a Body Restoration Pill and handed it to the expert stationed on the train, "Take it quickly."
"Thank you, Commander Wei San."
After the expert took the medicine, his injuries noticeably improved.
Especially the area that was clamped by the serrated scissors, where the skin and flesh of the thigh were completely turned inside out, even revealing the bare white bone, is now starting to grow new flesh and blood, gradually becoming thicker.
This is the efficacy of Body Restoration Pill, which can treat internal and external injuries in the shortest possible time.
After recovering to a near-complete state, the expert looked at Wei San.
Why are you sitting on this train?
"Naturally, they are carrying out a mission."
Upon hearing this answer, the expert wisely refrained from asking further questions.
A mission personally carried out by the commander-in-chief is naturally a top secret of the Divine Wind Camp; it's not something that can be casually discussed by others.
"Alright, you should continue to recover. I'm going back to sleep."
After saying that, Wei San chuckled and jumped off the roof of the car.
He then pretended to come from the bathroom and went back to his middle bunk to sleep as if nothing had happened.
Jiang Fan's gaze remained fixed on Wei San until he heard snoring, at which point he shifted his attention.
" Brother Fan, Brother Fan, can you give me another cup of instant noodles? I'm still not full." The fat man stared longingly at the remaining instant noodles Jiang Fan had.
Jiang Fan raised an eyebrow slightly, "How come you, the heir of the Pill Pavilion, have never even eaten instant noodles?"
Also, ham sausage.
Before he knew that he was the crown prince of the Pill Pavilion, he only thought that the fat man was too poor, after all, his patched clothes were too intimidating.
Taken aback by the sudden question, the fat man let out a heavy sigh and began to reflect.
"You think being the young master of the Pill Pavilion is so easy? The family rules are very strict, okay? Junk food is absolutely forbidden. You have no idea how envious I am of kids from ordinary families who can eat junk food as they please, like spicy strips, potato chips, and cheap ice cream that costs only ten or twenty yuan. I've never eaten any of those."
The fat man had a naturally loud voice, and everyone nearby could hear him. They were all provoked to the point of wanting to hit him, but they couldn't win, and they didn't dare to either!
Jiang Fan and the fat man chatted for a while longer. Although the fat man was very talkative, Jiang Fan got a lot of useful information from him.
Before we knew it, the train had arrived at its final stop.
Fortress No. 1.
As Jiang Fan dragged his suitcase out of the station, he was stunned by the endless steel forest.
Especially the tower standing in the city center, soaring into the clouds, as if it were about to reach the heavens.
The fat man, acting as a tour guide, introduced, "This is the Heaven-Reaching Tower, the core landmark of Fortress No. 1."
Jiang Fan knew this; although he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he had seen it in textbooks.
He also knew that the headquarters of the Divine Wind Camp was built around this Heaven-Reaching Tower.
To be honest, he wanted to extend his Psychic Power over there, but in reality, the distance from the train station to the Heaven-Reaching Tower far exceeded the range that his Psychic Power could cover.