126: Chapter 126 The Clouds Clear and the Rain Stops, Identity Revealed

"Boom—!!!"

Two dull, thunderous sounds echoed from the valley a kilometer away.

The massive, bifurcated corpse of the Four-Stage Peak Thunder Eagle King, like two collapsing small mountains, slammed heavily into the abyss ravines on both sides of the train.

The earth trembled, and the sky-high dust mixed with searing beast blood erupted into the air.

In the sky, the thousands of Iron-Winged Thunder Eagles that had originally blotted out the sun and were crazily attacking the train now froze in mid-air.

They flapped their wings, staring wide-eyed with crimson bird pupils at the corpse of their leader in the deep valley.

Just like that, split in two by a single kick?

The fear deep within their Bloodlines instantly crushed the violent instincts of these ferocious birds.

"Screech—!"

A mournful, extreme cry erupted from one of the Thunder Eagles.

The next second, the entire Thunder Eagle flock completely panicked.

They didn't even dare to look at the slender human figure standing in mid-air, frantically turning around, flapping their wings desperately, scattering like birds and beasts, and fleeing without looking back into the depths of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Utterly defeated.

In less than half a minute, not a single trace of an exotic beast could be seen in the sky.

"Hoo—"

The wild wind whistled through the high altitude.

Su Chen's [Tempest Kick: Sky-Severing] that just tore through the firmament didn't just split the destructive thunder ball and the Thunder Eagle King; the overbearing, peerless vacuum slash also forcibly carved a massive rift several kilometers long through the dark purple toxic fog and heavy clouds piled up at an altitude of a thousand meters!

Clouds part, rain clears.

A ray of warm golden sunlight projected straight down through this rift in the clouds, piercing through the haze that hung over the Ten Thousand Mountains all year round.

It shone once again on the devastated armored train, which was covered in blood and wreckage.

"Did... did we survive?"

On the roof, a Zhenyuan Army soldier, clutching a ventilation duct tightly, stared blankly at the golden sunlight hitting the back of his hand, his dry lips trembling slightly.

The dozens of surviving soldiers around him also climbed up from their hiding spots.

They didn't cheer.

Everyone's gaze was uniformly fixed on the black dot slowly descending in mid-air.

"Bang."

"Bang."

Extremely faint sonic booms sounded in the air.

Su Chen stepped on [Moonwalk], like a weightless black feather, landing steadily back onto the alloy steel plate of the train roof.

He straightened his body.

He raised his hand and casually brushed the non-existent dust off the cuffs of his black jacket.

The entire process was calm and unruffled, his breathing rhythm not even slightly disrupted. It was as if he hadn't just rushed a thousand meters into the sky to slay a Four-Stage Peak King Beast, but had merely gone downstairs for a walk and done some insignificant warm-up exercise.

"Gulp."

Commander Zhao Tie swallowed heavily.

He loosened his grip on the horse-chopping saber that had already become notched from combat, letting it clatter onto the train roof.

Zhao Tie dragged his blood-soaked body and walked quickly to Su Chen.

This commander, usually known in the army for his fiery temper and iron-blooded toughness, was now trembling slightly because of extreme excitement and irrepressible awe as he looked at the slender youth before him.

"Snap!"

Zhao Tie slammed his legs together, standing straight as a board.

Ignoring his own status and the fact that the other party appeared to be only eighteen years old, Zhao Tie raised his right hand and gave Su Chen a solemn military salute of the highest level in the Great Xia!

"Thank you, Senior, for your great kindness in saving us! On behalf of all three thousand students and the Zhenyuan Army soldiers on this train, I thank you for saving our lives!"

Zhao Tie's voice was loud, even cracking slightly.

The dozens of soldiers around him saw this and also stood at attention, saluting Su Chen.

In Zhao Tie's inherent understanding, the martial iron laws of the Great Xia could not be broken.

To be able to walk through the air purely relying on the Physical Body without any spiritual energy wings, and to be able to kick out a hundred-meter-long vacuum slash to instantly kill a Four-Stage Peak King Beast—this was absolutely impossible for a high school student to do!

The only explanation was that the person in front of him was definitely some reclusive, Transcendent Great Grandmaster who had cultivated physical techniques to the Transcendent realm, or perhaps even an old monster at the Martial King level! He was only maintaining the appearance of an eighteen-year-old youth by using some extremely profound bone-shrinking and disguise technique, or perhaps he was skilled in preserving his youthful looks.

Thinking about how he had just pointed at the other person's nose and cursed him for "seeking death" and "getting back," cold sweat broke out on Zhao Tie's back.

"Senior is skilled at preserving youth and possesses divine combat power! This Junior was blind just now and has offended you."

Zhao Tie maintained the salute, bent down, and asked loudly: "May I ask for your honorable name, Senior?!"

Facing the awe of this military commander and the gazes of the surrounding soldiers, which were like looking at a god, Su Chen's face still showed no extra expression.

He didn't even look at Zhao Tie.

"Senior?"

Su Chen put his hands back into his jacket pockets.

He turned around, took a step, and walked straight toward the large hole smashed into the train roof.

"Jiangnan City, Su Chen."

In the wind, only these five words, extremely calm and without a trace of emotional fluctuation, remained.

Zhao Tie remained in his bowing and saluting posture, frozen in place.

"Jiangnan City... Su Chen?"

He slowly straightened up, his eyes filled with extreme astonishment and bewilderment.

"This name... why is it so familiar?"

"Commander!" An adjutant in charge of communications beside him suddenly widened his eyes and rushed over, saying, "The Jiangnan Province practical exam top scorer we are escorting this time, the special recruit personally recommended by Major General Lei—isn't his name Su Chen?!"

"What did you say?!"

Zhao Tie was struck by lightning, his eyes almost popping out, "He really is a student?! A freshman this year?!"

"But the machine test said he was an F-rank trash!" The adjutant was also going crazy.

Zhao Tie watched the back that jumped back into the carriage through the broken hole, his mind blank.

An eighteen-year-old freshman.

An F-rank trash detected by the machine.

Pinching black stone with bare hands, walking on air for a thousand meters, killing a King Beast with one kick?

"To hell with the machine test! To hell with F-rank!" Zhao Tie suddenly reacted and roared into the communicator, "Broadcast on all channels! Lift the highest crisis alert! Tell everyone on the train that the crisis is resolved!"

...

Just now, to coordinate the defense, the internal communication channel on the train had been fully open.

Su Chen's calm words, "Jiangnan City, Su Chen," and Zhao Tie's ghost-like roar, instantly spread to every corner of the train through the communicators of the surviving soldiers on the roof!

In the D-zone carriage.

Below the hole.

"Bang."

Su Chen landed steadily on the carriage floor.

"Brother Chen! I knew you were invincible!"

Jiang Feng looked at the descending Su Chen, wiped the rain and blood off his face, grinned, and let out a burst of extremely wild, hearty laughter.

At this moment.

On the other side of the carriage aisle.

Those few young masters from other provinces' small families who had previously loudly mocked Jiangnan City as a "countryside place" and mocked Su Chen as a "shoddy top scorer bought with money"—they were now lying sprawled on the ground.

The yellow-haired youth's crotch was full of foul-smelling urine. He listened to the voice coming from the broadcast and looked at Su Chen, who had walked back unharmed.

The yellow-haired youth's face was as pale as paper, and even his lips were trembling violently.

"Su... Su Chen... That Senior who instantly killed the Thunder Eagle King, is it him?" The yellow-haired youth's companion's teeth were chattering, his voice filled with endless fear.

They had actually just mocked a monster who could walk on air and kick a Four-Stage King Beast to death, right to his face?

The yellow-haired youth rolled his eyes, twitched twice from fear, and fainted in the aisle.

The commoner students in the entire D-zone carriage, seeing Su Chen walking back to his seat, all spontaneously stepped back, clearing a wide path, their eyes filled with unhidden awe.

And even more shocking was the situation in the A-zone luxury carriage at the front of the train.

At this time, the A-zone door was still locked tight.

The interior of the carriage was luxuriously decorated with leather sofas, but none of the dozens of Kyoto aristocratic children sitting there had the mood to enjoy it.

Surrounded by a group of bodyguards, their faces turned pale.

Through the bodyguards' tactical terminals, they clearly heard the voice from the broadcast.

"The beast tide has retreated?"

A young master in an expensive suit stood up abruptly, staring fixedly at the bodyguard, "Did you hear clearly? Who did the broadcast say killed that Four-Stage King Beast?"

The bodyguard swallowed, lowered his head, and replied, "Young Master, I heard clearly. It was that... that Jiangnan Province top scorer in the D-zone, Su Chen."

"How is that possible!"

The young master flipped over the fruit plate in front of him, and red wine spilled all over the floor.

"Isn't he an F-rank trash who doesn't even have spiritual energy fluctuations! How could he possibly kill a Four-Stage King Beast! Are those idiots in the military blind!"

"Young Master, the outside surveillance captured a blur..." The bodyguard pulled up a piece of extremely blurry surveillance footage, "He seems to be able to fly..."

Inside the luxury carriage, there was a deathly silence.

These young masters and young misses of aristocratic families, who usually held their heads high in the Kyoto circle and considered themselves superior, all collapsed onto the sofas.

They had just been cowering in the carriage like turtles, locking the blast door, not even having the courage to look outside.

And that "countryside shoddy goods" whom they disliked for "polluting the spiritual energy" and whom they had driven to the lowest-level carriage, had been outside single-handedly, shattering the firmament and saving the entire train.

Strong contrast.

Extreme face-slapping.

It made these proud aristocratic children feel an unprecedented humiliation.

They looked at each other's pale faces, and no one spoke.

But a seed named jealousy and fear had already been quietly planted in their hearts. And, to the sound of the train tracks constantly heading towards Kyoto, it took root and sprouted.