Chapter 419 - Sacrifice (1/2)

Hostages screamed in terror, all of them shrinking against the walls of the fifth carriage as the two terrorists opened fire on Tang Wulin. Their soul guns spat beams that were too fast too dodge. His gauntlet couldn't protect his entire body, but Tang Wulin had walked into the carriage prepared. Bluesilver gra.s.s sprang up in front of him to form a s.h.i.+eld. While soul guns were powerful, these weren't the heavy beam guns that the military used.

They couldn't penetrate the s.h.i.+eld of thousand-year bluesilver gra.s.s.

Tang Wulin's bluesilver gra.s.s was able to withstand the onslaught of beam fire because he was strong. Like all students of Shrek Academy, he was courageous and possessed a martial soul of exceptional quality. In addition to that, he was capable of exerting an exquisite level of control over his martial soul. Only with such control was he able to bring out the full potential of his martial soul.

Ever since he first took action in the fourth carriage, Tang Wulin hadn't so much as paused for even a moment.

Everything was going according to plan.

“Use the cannon!” the terrorist leader shouted, and his subordinate moved to obey.

But he didn't have the soul cannon. Not at that very moment.

Before the carriages were detached, the train attendants had been doing their best to deescalate the situation. Then, when the security captain entered the carriage, the terrorists were able to easily beat him into submission. From that point onward, the terrorists figured that any threat to their control over the situation had been dealt with, so they let down their guard. This particular terrorist hadn't seen any harm in setting the soul cannon aside for the time being.

Of course, there was no way Tang Wulin would let him just pick it back up.

A burst of golden light flooded the carriage. A long tail whipped forth to wrap around the cannon. The light faded to reveal Goldsong, and with a flick of its tail, it hurled the cannon at the terrorist! It struck him with a resounding crack, breaking bone and tearing muscle.

“Don't come any closer!” the terrorist leader shouted. He began backing away from Tang Wulin, dragging Mo Lan along in a chokehold. She quickly realized that the situation had changed and started struggling. The moment she did, the terrorist struck her with the b.u.t.t of his gun, leaving a large gash on her forehead. The blow left her dazed. Blood trickled down her face.

“Stop!” Tang Wulin shouted, taking a step forward. His soul rings flared with energy.

“Take another step and I'll blow your big sister's brains out!” the man said with a cold snort, bringing the gun back up and pressing the tip of its barrel to Mo Lan's head. Three yellow soul rings rose up from beneath him to display their brilliance.

The terrorist's heart, however, was filled with disbelief.

This is insane! He never expected the teenage boy standing before him to be a three-ringed soul master, one even more powerful than he was! This brat has to be from some prestigious clan! He has three purple soul rings!

The leader of the terrorists knew that a soul gun of this caliber would be useless against a Soul Elder. He might have been able to put up a fight if he had the soul cannon, but Tang Wulin had already seized it. In addition to that, his men had been decimated. Out of the original nine terrorists, only he remained.

A metallic groan reverberated through the carriage, and Mo Lan was the first to realize what caused it. She could immediately tell that the fifth carriage had begun decelerating. That meant it had been detached from the rest of the train!

She knew exactly what would happen next.

“Forget about me!” she cried. “Save everyone else!”

“Amazing! You sure are something, brat!” the terrorist exclaimed as he caught on. His expression hardened. His chokehold on Mo Lan tightened. He brandished the detonator. A hint of madness shone in his eyes as he realized that his last bargaining chip had disappeared. “All of you can just die with me then!”