151: Chapter 151 Gundam? Or Iron Man?

Chu Tian was only LV3, he couldn't block it at all.

But he didn't shrink back; he aimed both hands at the carriage hurtling toward him.

He activated his Superpower, changing the weight of the carriage.

Reducing the carriage's weight by half didn't stop it; reducing it to one-tenth still didn't stop it; reducing it to one-hundredth—this was already his limit.

Under the full force of Chu Tian's Superpower, that multi-ton carriage was compressed to a mere few tens of kilograms.

But it still carried the inertia bestowed by Iron Demon, flying forward, plummeting at high Speed, and smashing toward him.

A piece of iron weighing a few tens of kilograms, thrown by a hand moving at a hundred kilometers per hour, was just as lethal.

Chu Tian still didn't retreat, gritting his teeth and persisting. The Gravity field was dissipating, his Superpower was overdrawn, and he couldn't move his feet anymore.

The carriage was getting closer and closer above his head, the wind pressure making it hard for him to even open his eyes.

Chu Tian knew he would die, be crushed flat, and turn into a puddle of flesh and blood that no one could recognize.

Yet he still didn't run, watching helplessly as the carriage got closer and closer to him.

Ten meters, five meters, three meters, one meter.

Just as it was about to smash into him, it suddenly stopped, as if held steadily by an invisible hand.

The carriage hovered above his head, less than half a meter from the tip of his nose.

Chu Tian looked back and saw that Lin Yuanzhou had woken up, his eyes half-open and half-closed, his telekinesis having almost completely drained his last bit of Mental Energy.

He was supporting the multi-ton carriage, his arms trembling.

The carriage landed steadily on the ground.

Chu Tian's hands hung down, still trembling slightly, his eyes locked onto the tightly closed carriage door.

He raised his hand and punched the sealed carriage door.

His Mental Energy was exhausted, leaving him with only the pitiful strength of an LV3.

The door didn't budge. He punched it again, and it still didn't move.

His fist was already broken, blood streaming down the door panel, but Chu Tian couldn't feel the pain because there were still people crying inside, and children calling for their mothers.

Chu Tian gritted his teeth, punch after punch, until the door finally opened.

The passengers inside surged out in a rush.

Some fell, some trampled others to get out, some held children, and some pulled the elderly.

Chu Tian stepped back a few paces to clear the path, his hand still in that punching posture, blood dripping onto the ground.

Fortunately, there were no casualties.

The people coming out of the carriage were some crying, some kneeling on the ground, and some embracing those beside them.

Chu Tian watched those people walk past him, watching those faces that had survived the disaster, and he smiled.

His tightly strung nerves finally relaxed, his legs went weak, and his whole body tipped forward.

But he didn't fall to the ground; he was caught by a pair of hands.

A middle-aged man, around forty years old, steadily supported Chu Tian.

Behind him, others reached out; some held his shoulders, some patted his back.

"Thank you, young man, thank you for saving us." A young mother holding a child walked over, her eyes red, her voice still trembling.

An elderly woman with gray hair, leaning on a cane, shakily pushed through: "Child, what is your name? I must remember you."

Chu Tian looked at them and smiled even more happily: "I am a Night Watcher. A Reserve Member of the Night Watchers."

The people around him began to repeat his words.

"Night Watchers, he is a Night Watcher."

"A Reserve Member, not even officially promoted yet."

"Who cares if he's official or not? If he hadn't stepped up, we all would have died."

"This child, what was his name again? We must go to the Night Watchers headquarters to thank him later."

...

On the other side, Wang Lin looked at Iron Demon, who was slumped on the ground: "Get up. I know you're not dead."

Iron Demon's body moved slightly, then he slowly opened his eyes, his pupils filled with anger and unwillingness.

He leaned against the carriage wall and suddenly laughed: "I never expected that I, Iron Demon, would one day be pushed to this point by an LV4 kid."

Wang Lin looked at him: "Now you've learned something, right? Levels don't determine everything."

"The most important thing is that Superpowers counteract each other; your Superpower has no effect on me."

"And I have a hundred ways to dodge your attacks."

Iron Demon didn't speak, because Wang Lin was right.

But as the boss of the Red Snake Gang, he wasn't so easy to defeat; he still had a trump card, his strongest trump card.

Iron Demon slowly raised his hand and pressed it against the carriage wall behind him; a dark red light burst from his palm.

The entire train began to vibrate, and all the metal within a fifty-meter radius resonated.

The tracks, the mineral veins in the gravel, telephone poles, the watches and belt buckles on the passengers, and even the coins and keys in their pockets.

The metal began to melt, turning from solid to liquid.

The passengers trapped in the carriage hadn't even reacted yet when the carriage disappeared, turning into flowing silvery-white liquid,

like glowing snakes flowing on the ground, slithering in and out of the cracks in the gravel, sliding past their feet.

No one was hurt, everyone was stunned in place, not knowing what had happened.

Iron Demon slowly began to fly.

Relying on the iron hook on his right hand, Iron Demon controlled the iron hook, letting himself rise bit by bit.

The Speed was not fast, but it was steady.

Wang Lin didn't move; he didn't know what Iron Demon was going to do or what tricks he had.

Iron Demon rose higher and higher, the silvery-white liquid metal gathering toward him from all directions, like glowing rivers,

emerging from the cracks in the gravel, peeling off telephone poles, slipping off passengers' wrists, and sliding from their waists.

All the metal was flying toward Iron Demon, merging into his body and becoming one with him.

Iron Demon's voice came from mid-air: "This is my domain."

"In my domain, any metal can be liquefied and reorganized, merging into one with me."

"Being able to die under my domain is your honor."

Iron Demon's body began to deform.

Those silvery-white liquid metals wrapped around his limbs, torso, and head, layer after layer, getting thicker and taller.

Three meters, five meters, ten meters... A huge steel giant stood before Wang Lin.

Wang Lin looked at the steel giant before him, his eyes lighting up, filled with excitement.

He had seen many Superpowers and had devoured many Superpowers.

None had ever made him this excited.

This Superpower really existed for the sake of showing off.

With it, he could build his own Gundam, sit in the cockpit and control it—it couldn't be cooler.

A steel giant, dozens of meters tall, smashing a mountain with one punch.

Too high-profile, too high-profile, no... no... Wang Lin was already about to lose control...

He needed to be low-key, low-key... He could start by making a small Iron Man Robot to test the waters.

His thoughts drifted further and further, so far that even he found it funny.

Wang Lin looked up, watching the mecha temporarily assembled from that pile of scrap metal; it really had no aesthetic appeal at all, just purely big, purely strong.