The pupils of the steward suddenly contracted! Just as Chen Ling's short knife was about to cut his throat, a gray flash passed by, and his palm suddenly became empty.

Chen Ling's palm wind brushed past the steward's neck, causing the latter to break out in a cold sweat.

He quickly stepped back half a step and stabbed the short knife towards Chen Ling! Forgot that he could steal weapons...

Chen Ling, empty-handed, could only helplessly dodge.

This brief gap allowed the steward to distance himself from Chen Ling and barely stand firm on the roof of the car.

"This speed...

how is it possible?" The steward looked at Chen Ling in astonishment, "Have you also mastered the divine way?" He seemed to have realized something, his face changing continuously.

"No, you are not an ordinary rookie enforcer...

Who are you? A follower of the Vermilion Heaven Sect? Or a member of the Twilight Society?" Seeing his identity exposed, Chen Ling stopped pretending.

He had to take out this guy as soon as possible...

he knew too much.

Even without a weapon, Chen Ling could still fight hand-to-hand with his speed.

The killing techniques he learned from Han Meng were not to be taken lightly.

Chen Ling changed his steps and quickly approached the steward.

The latter, having suffered a loss once, seemed somewhat wary of getting close to Chen Ling and kept using his pistol and short knife to keep his distance.

As Chen Ling gradually closed in, the steward could only retreat continuously, quickly reaching the end of the last section of the train, with almost no room to retreat.

The deep brown coat danced at the top of the train, steam mixed with snow gradually engulfing the figures of the two.

At the same time, in the direction the train was heading, a narrow tunnel was rapidly approaching! The tunnel was extremely narrow, barely taller than the train, and the two engaged in a life-and-death struggle saw the wall rushing towards them at lightning speed, both shocked at the same time! At the moment they were about to hit the tunnel, Chen Ling reached for his chin and tore it off with force! A face flew into the air.

Buzz!! The train shot through the tunnel like a cannonball, the compressed air emitting a low rumble, the chaotic light and shadow flashing by, and after several tens of seconds, light once again enveloped the roof of the car.

The steward, in a sorry state, climbed up from the sunken freight car...

"Damn, that was close." Just as he was about to hit the tunnel, he used the skill "Steal" to take the sand and gravel loaded in the freight car, causing the canvas below to collapse suddenly, allowing him to escape.

He barely stood firm and saw a blood-red cheetah crouching a few steps away, its crimson eyes staring at him intently.

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A cheetah?? His pupils suddenly contracted at the sight of this creature.

Before he could react to why a cheetah would appear out of thin air on this train, he was about to raise his gun to shoot when the crimson figure flashed like lightning over the roof of the car! The sharp claws cut his wrist, and the gun, along with his wrist, fell off the car.

The cheetah then went mad, tearing at his neck and face, the piercing screams echoing in the wind and snow, soon drowned out by the roaring train.

Clang clang clang...

After who knows how long, the cheetah finally stopped slowly...

It stood up, transforming into a human figure.

He raised his hand, gently wiping the hot blood from his cheek.

Behind the crimson, there was Chen Ling with a calm and suppressed yet crazy expression.

Blood flowed down his mouth, and he picked up a handful of snow from the roof, rinsed his mouth for a moment, and spat it out.

"This skill...

unexpectedly useful," he muttered to himself.

This was his first time facing an opponent with divine skills.

Although he won in the end, the opponent's bizarre abilities left a deep impression on him...

However, he speculated that the man in front of him had at most second-tier strength.

The first-tier skill was to steal items, and the second-tier skill was to steal faces...

but strictly speaking, neither of these skills had any offensive capabilities.

Thieves are thieves, in terms of direct combat power, they are still not as good as "soldiers." Chen Ling looked at the unrecognizable corpse, hesitated for a moment, bent down to strip off all its clothes, kicked the naked body under the carriage, and soon it was crushed into pieces by the steel wheels.

Next, he crumpled up the conductor's uniform and threw it into the nearby cliff, making it disappear.

"Sorry, the foundation of the Dao of the Soldier God...

can't just be handed over to you guys like this." The usurper and his target are both ancient soldiers of the Dao, although he is only at the first level and alone, Chen Ling does not intend to give up like this...

he plans to take a risk.

The usurper is the enemy, but if used well, perhaps he can become his own weapon.

Chen Ling looked at the position of the passenger compartment, a plan emerged in his mind, and madness flickered in his eyes once again! At this moment, Chen Ling could clearly feel his twisted Dao rejoicing, his empty chest pulsating, and every cell in his body waiting for him to dance between life and death.

He knew that his twisted Dao was changing his character again...

but this feeling, is really not bad! [Audience Expectation +12] [Current Expectation: 61%] ...

"Which one do you think will come back first, Number 13 or Number 8?" Inside the passenger compartment, Zhong Yaoguang and another fellow student sat side by side in their original seats, cracking melon seeds and talking.

"It should be Number 13, after all, the enforcer leading the third area looks like a fast runner." "I think I heard gunshots just now, at the back of the train, someone should have finished..." "I feel like it's Number 8, after all, Number 8 is at the third level, and learning that skill, killing is not difficult for him." "Makes sense..." Just as everyone was talking, a figure draped in a dark brown coat lightly landed at the door of the carriage, stepping into the carriage with snowflakes.

"So it's Number 13 who came back first." Zhong Yaoguang smiled, "Why did you take so long?" "That kid pretended to escape, but actually sneaked onto the roof, made me run in circles before I found out, so tired." Chen Ling cursed as he walked casually to his seat.

"Pretty clever..." "It's obvious, after all, he was the first to spot us." Another enforcer replied.

"Here, have some melon seeds." Chen Ling picked up two melon seeds, cracking them while looking inside the carriage.

"The other one hasn't been caught yet?" he asked casually.

Jiang Qin ran at the same time as him, if he chose the right path, he actually had a chance to escape...

Chen Ling didn't care if others died, but he hoped Jiang Qin could survive.

Chen Ling looked at his thick dark brown coat, feeling a bit worried.

"Not yet, don't know what's going on." "...Forget it, I'll go check it out." A glint flashed in Chen Ling's eyes as he stood up and walked towards the carriage door.

"No need." Just then, a figure walked into the carriage, facing him, walking slowly towards him...

When he saw that person, Chen Ling's pupils slightly contracted.

He saw "Jiang Qin" covered in blood, dragging a corpse through the carriage, stopping in front of Chen Ling...

The corpse in his hand was another Jiang Qin.

"Jiang Qin" raised a hand covered in bloodstains, patted Chen Ling's shoulder, "All members successfully stolen, well done." With that, he passed by Chen Ling.

Chen Ling was stunned for a long time, lowered his head slightly, on the dark brown coat, there was a crimson blood handprint, a chilling sight.