120: Chapter 120 A Mysterious Man Makes a Move! The Area Cleared in a Second! What kind of power is this?!
That massive Aggregate opened its mouth.
Deep within its throat, purple light condensed into an energy ball three meters in diameter.
The light grew brighter and more dazzling.
Inside the energy ball, lightning flickered and crackled.
This strike was even more terrifying than the breath of the Fusion Beast from before.
Lin Feng stood at the front of the carriage, gripping the dragon slaying sword tightly.
His hands were shaking.
It wasn't because of fear.
It was because the past half hour of combat had taken too much out of him.
His mana was down to less than a million.
His health points had barely managed to refill thanks to the Source of Life, but the mental exhaustion could not be recovered.
He didn't know how much longer he could hold on.
But he knew he had to.
“Come on,”
he whispered.
Golden patterns lit up on the dragon slaying sword.
The energy ball in the Aggregate's mouth had condensed to its limit.
It aimed at the carriage.
It aimed at Lin Feng.
It aimed at the Man wearing the hat.
And then—
It smiled.
The face, composed of countless tentacles and eyes, split open to reveal rows of densely packed fangs.
“Die.”
The energy ball fired!
A ten-meter-thick purple beam of light blasted toward the carriage!
Wherever it passed, the air burned and the ground cracked!
Lin Feng's pupils constricted as he raised the dragon slaying sword, preparing for a desperate block!
Just as the light beam was less than ten meters from the carriage—
A hand reached out from inside the carriage.
It wasn't Lin Feng's hand.
It was the Man wearing the hat.
Without anyone noticing, he was already standing beside Lin Feng.
His movements were light, like a falling leaf.
He raised his right hand, fingers spread, facing the purple beam of light.
Then, he simply gave a gentle squeeze.
Time seemed to stand still.
The ten-meter-thick purple beam of light stopped in mid-air.
As if an invisible hand had grabbed it by the throat.
Then, that hand squeezed gently.
“Crack—”
A crisp sound rang out.
The light beam, which was powerful enough to destroy the entire train, shattered.
It turned into countless purple specks of light, scattering into the air.
Like fireworks.
Like shooting stars.
Like... broken glass.
Lin Feng was stunned.
His mouth hung open and his eyes widened as he watched those purple specks of light slowly drift down in the sunlight.
His mind went completely blank.
The Aggregate was also stunned.
All of its eyes stared in unison at the Man wearing the hat.
The fear in its eyes was a hundred times more intense than when it faced Lin Feng.
“Who... who are you?!”
Its voice was trembling.
The man didn't answer.
He simply withdrew his hand and raised the other one.
Fingers spread, he aimed at the Aggregate.
Then, he gave a gentle squeeze.
“Crack—”
The same sound.
The ten-meter-tall Aggregate was instantly compressed into a fist-sized ball by an invisible force.
Purple flesh struggled frantically inside the ball.
But it couldn't break free.
That invisible hand held it in a death grip like iron pincers.
Then, the man gave it a light flick.
The ball flew out.
It vanished into the sky.
It vanished beyond the horizon.
Not even the sound of an explosion echoed back.
It was just like tossing a pebble.
Effortless.
Indifferent.
Watching this scene, Lin Feng's brain completely crashed.
That Aggregate had two million health.
He had fought for ages just to take off half its health.
This person just squeezed once, flicked once, and it was gone?
What kind of power was this?
Only this single question remained in his mind.
But the person didn't give him time to think.
He looked up toward the distant sky.
There was nothing there.
Only clouds, sunlight, and the occasional bird flying by.
But his gaze seemed capable of piercing through everything.
“Found you,”
he said softly.
Then, he vanished.
It wasn't stealth, nor was it teleportation.
He just... vanished.
Like a drop of water merging into the ocean.
Like a wisp of smoke dispersing in the wind.
No sound, no light, no energy fluctuations whatsoever.
He simply vanished into thin air.
Lin Feng stood at the carriage door, staring blankly at the spot where he had disappeared.
The wind blew over, carrying the scent of green grass from the fields.
The sunlight hit his body, feeling warm.
Everything was as usual.
As if nothing had happened.
But those purple light specks on the ground were still slowly drifting down.
Proving that the battle just now was real.
“Where is he?”
Lin Feng looked around.
The wilderness was vast.
The fields were silent.
There was no one.
The Aggregate had vanished, and the small mobs had vanished too.
Even the injured and crippled crew members had been helped out of the craters by someone.
They stood there in a daze, looking around with faces full of confusion.
“Where are the monsters?”
“They're gone?”
“Who did this?”
They didn't know.
Only Lin Feng knew.
It was that man.
The Man wearing the hat.
The man who hadn't said a single word from beginning to end.
He looked toward the carriage.
Inside, the passengers were still shivering.
The middle-aged man was still holding his head, curled up under his seat.
The young woman still had her eyes closed, her lips trembling.
The few children were still crying.
But the Man wearing the hat was no longer in his seat.
His seat was empty.
Only a hat was left on the seat.
Black, ordinary, the kind you could buy at a roadside stall for ten bucks.
Lin Feng walked over and picked up the hat.
The hat still held some body heat.
He turned it over and looked at the inside of the brim.
There, an emblem was embroidered.
Golden, palm-sized, the pattern was a hand gripping a sword.
On the blade of the sword, two words were engraved—
“Long Yuan”.
Lin Feng didn't recognize this emblem.
But he knew that someone who possessed such an emblem was definitely not simple.
He put away the hat and walked out of the carriage.
Standing by the door, he looked at the distant sky.
Clouds drifted, birds flew, and the sunlight was pleasant.
Just how strong was that man's power?
He didn't know.
He only knew that the strength to effortlessly insta-kill a monster with millions of health was beyond his imagination.
Level 60? Level 80? Or Level 100?
Or even higher?
He didn't know.
He only knew that man was very strong.
So strong that it made him feel like the strength he had been proud of along the way was nothing at all in front of a true powerhouse.
He looked down at his hands.
These hands had just killed hundreds of monsters.
These hands held the SSS-grade dragon slaying sword.
These hands had released world-destroying Fusion skills.
But compared to that man, it was like a child waving a wooden sword against an armed adult.
The gap was too vast.
“I have to get stronger,”
he murmured.
“Become even stronger.”
He clenched his fists and looked into the distance.
In the direction of The Capital.
There, his mission awaited.
There, more challenges awaited.
There, perhaps, lay the answers.
He took a deep breath and turned back into the carriage.
The middle-aged man was still shaking under the seat.
He reached out and patted his shoulder.
“It's okay now.”
The middle-aged man looked up at him, tears streaming down his face.
“Th... Thank you...”
Lin Feng shook his head.
“Don't thank me. Thank that man.”
The middle-aged man was confused. “Which man?”
Lin Feng didn't answer.
He walked back to his seat and sat down.
Outside the window, the sunlight was just right.
The train started moving again.