88: Attack on the Skyrail

Seats beside the sky-rail.

A young girl peeked at Jiang Yuan from time to time, her eyes filled with awe and amazement.

"What a gorgeous boy..."

The girl thought to herself.

Her name was Cao Xiaoyu, a second-year high school student at South River City Martial Arts No. 3 High School, and she could tentatively be considered part of the top tier in her class.

This time, because of her parents' request, she was going to visit a sick relative in Beijiang City, thinking it would be a boring journey.

She never expected that the boy sitting next to her would look so extraordinarily good-looking.

It was not a feminine kind of beauty, but rather a handsome look that maintained a sense of masculinity amidst its refinement.

Sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, with a straight bridge of the nose.

His skin was fair and translucent like crystal, and his semi-long black hair was filled with a vibrant luster of life. He exuded a comfortable, clear Aura, along with an indescribable mysterious temperament that involuntarily attracted other people's gazes.

"Is there something you need?"

Cao Xiaoyu snapped back to her senses, meeting the boy's clear golden eyes filled with inquiry, and her face instantly flushed red.

"N-No, nothing."

She hurriedly explained, feeling that even the roots of her ears were burning.

Ah... He wouldn't think she was a fangirl, would he?

How utterly humiliating.

Jiang Yuan withdrew his gaze from her.

His sharp eyes swept around their surroundings.

What was that abnormality he felt just now...

"Huh? Are you also going to Beijiang City to visit a patient?"

Two middle-aged women whispered not far away.

"Yeah. I heard that many people are falling ill in Beijiang City now, and I have no idea what's going on."

"Could it be the work of some monsters?"

"Who knows..."

Suddenly!

The conversation between the two women stopped abruptly, and their expressions grew stiff.

"I, I can't move."

"Me too... What is going on?"

The two women said in a panic.

"!"

Jiang Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Everyone else in the carriage was the same, their expressions filled with terror,

"Can't move..."

"W-What's wrong with my hand?"

"Hiss..."

Under Cao Xiaoyu's shocked and dumbfounded gaze,

everyone in the carriage stood up, facing her and Jiang Yuan. One by one, with struggling expressions, they raised their hands to take out weapons and blades. Some women even pulled out kitchen knives and soup spoons.

Cao Xiaoyu was startled, "Y-You guys, what are you doing?"

"We don't want to either. I don't know why, but our bodies are out of control," a man cried out.

"Hurry and dodge!" a burly man shouted, an axe in his hand whistling through the wind and carrying a stern Aura as it slashed toward the two of them.

The axe radiated the white blade light of an active skill, combined with his overflowing Qi, making him obviously a transferred Martial Artist.

"!!"

Cao Xiaoyu, still a student, turned pale with fright on the spot, frozen in place by the Aura of that axe strike.

At the exact moment they were about to be cleaved,

a hand reached out from the side.

Under Cao Xiaoyu's astonished gaze,

"Clang!"

that hand caught it as effortlessly as catching a falling leaf,

firmly grasping the descending giant axe!

The powerful and sharp blade couldn't even leave a trace of a white mark on his palm!

Jiang Yuan exerted a slight force with his palm.

"Boom!"

The giant axe was crushed into pieces.

"!!!"

Cao Xiaoyu widened her eyes, staring blankly at the boy beside her, her small mouth agape as if it could fit a duck egg.

The burly man was equally shocked beyond compare, "How is this possible! This weapon of mine is forged from alloy! No... No wait!... Young man, thank you."

"Save me, I don't want to kill people..." a middle-aged woman wailed loudly, controlled as she gripped a kitchen knife and slashed toward Jiang Yuan.

"What are you people doing?!" Sky-Rail security personnel rushed into the carriage, turning pale with fright when they saw this scene.

"Stop right now!"

He pulled out the baton at his waist, his body flashing with faint lightning, and rushed in front of the middle-aged woman to stop her, but the baton in his hand inexplicably swung toward Jiang Yuan,

"Ah? Wh-What is going on?!" The security personnel panicked in utter confusion.

"Hurry and dodge!"

Sure enough, they are coming for me...

Jiang Yuan thought to himself.

"Boom—!"

His Qi shook violently throughout his body,

blasting away the crowd that was rushing over with various weapons.

Another flash of miraculous golden light flickered in his eyes.

Terrifying Mental Energy surged outward.

The crowd instantly became like small bugs trapped in glue, unable to move even a muscle.

"It, it stopped moving, that's great." A middle-aged woman let out a long sigh of relief.

"Could this be the means of a Puppet Master?" A professional Martial Artist panicked.

"Quick, quickly contact the Patrol Division."

...

Jiang Yuan carefully examined it with his Mental Energy.

He saw that above everyone's head was an invisible, illusory thread connecting to the carriage roof.

He raised his gaze to look at the ceiling.

"Hehe, were you found out..."

Laughter came from a young man's mouth, but his expression was terrified and flustered, "N-No, it wasn't me!"

Jiang Yuan: "Are you Abyss Believers?"

"That's right," an elderly person spoke, their expression equally terrified.

"By the will of our great Lord, we are here specially to offer your flesh and Soul to Him," a woman said, panicking and weeping, "N-No, it's not me..."

Jiang Yuan thought to himself: "Are you planning to restrict my movements by controlling these people?"

Needless to say,

their strategy succeeded.

The cramped carriage and dense crowd did indeed cause trouble for Jiang Yuan. If he exerted too much force, he might shatter the internal organs of the ordinary people among these passengers.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

The invisible threads shot toward him like a swarm of snakes.

But before they could even get close to Jiang Yuan,

they were bounced away by a barrier formed of psychokinesis and then incinerated.

"If you have the ability, come and try."

Jiang Yuan said indifferently, looking up at the ceiling, his Mental Energy locking onto that figure.

Mental Spike!

The woman standing on the roof smiled disdainfully, "It's useless. I have a rare high-tier mental protective gear on me. Even a Tier 4 mental-type transferred Martial Artist cannot break through it..."

"Crack!"

The mental protective gear shattered.

Amidst her unbelievable expression,

the Mental Energy released by Jiang Yuan was like a red-hot spear, effortlessly piercing through her Domain and directly crushing her mental sea.

"Ah!!!"

Accompanied by an extremely painful scream, the woman collapsed like a pile of mud.

But the threads on the controlled people did not disappear, indicating that the Puppet Master was still alive, and the woman was merely her Clone.

"Fool."

A cold voice rang out.

A ghostly figure wrapped entirely in darkness appeared outside the sky-rail window.

"Ahhh! A ghost!"

Seeing this scene, Cao Xiaoyu was so frightened that her Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

Jiang Yuan cast a sidelong glance at him,

"As expected, there's more than one..."

The Aura emanating from this black figure probably had already reached Tier 4...

"A person who can be personally cursed by the Lord is not someone so easily dealt with."

As the black figure spoke, it extended a hand,

"But today, this place will be your burial ground."

He clenched his hand into a grip.

"Creak creak—!"

The hard alloy shell of the high-speed moving sky-rail began to indent inward, as if a terrifying force was compressing the entire carriage inward, crushing and squeezing Jiang Yuan along with the passengers.

[Alarm, alarm, Sky-Rail No. 384 is under attack by an unknown external force, alarm... bzzzt bzzzt]

Jiang Yuan sneered at him, his Mental Energy erupting once more to forcefully resist that twisting external force, stopping the sky-rail carriage from warping inward any further.

The black figure outside the window fell silent.

No matter what,

for a Tier 2 to have such Mental Energy was truly Heaven-Defying, leaving him—who fancied himself a madman—momentarily stunned.

"Martial God Clone."

Jiang Yuan flicked a thought in his mind.

The Martial God Clone, enveloped in a dark cloak all over, instantly appeared outside the train window.

With a single punch, it shattered the black figure.

This was also an illusion.

"Above?"

Jiang Yuan raised his head to look at the roof.

The Martial God Clone flickered once more,

arriving on top of the carriage roof.

It punched out toward a certain spot!

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the shattering explosion of the air!

A barrier was smashed, shattering like glass.

Three figures emerged from within.