"Master Mang really has seen dragons, and he’s definitely killed more than one!"
"Are there really dragons in this world?"
"Wait, Master Mang killed dragons even before Doomsday, so is Master Mang now... a cultivator?"
"This plot seems a bit off?"
Biaozi took a deep breath to calm himself as much as possible and then led his team towards Carriage 7, the Guard Carriage: "Let think this through, my head is a bit muddled right now."
The captain of Team Three and Zhang Dai standing by were even more bewildered.
After being dazed for a long while, they also led their team back to their carriage.
"Is it supernatural abilities or cultivation?"
Biaozi shook his head and looked at everyone in the carriage: "I’m not sure about that; Master Mang didn’t explain it to in detail, but one thing is certain, sowhere in the world before Doomsday, there were people with extraordinary abilities, we just didn’t know about them."
"And the number of these extraordinary people must be extrely few."
"Master Mang is one of the outstanding ones among them!"
"Phew..."
Old Pig sighed lightly and nodded in agreent: "This can explain things from before. I was the first to follow Master Mang; from the first ti I saw him, I felt an extrely strong sense of conviction and aura about him."
"It’s that kind of conviction to achieve sothing no matter what."
"Many people doing sothing with uncertain outcos always doubt themselves and need validation from others, or a small success to keep going."
"Yet there are a few people who don’t need any external validation. Even if they don’t see any results initially, they are convinced that continuing will definitely succeed."
"That’s conviction."
"Master Mang’s conviction is very strong."
"At the ti, I was pondering why soone with such strong conviction, soone who was clearly not a mortal, would beco a slave a year after Doomsday, and had never served as Train Captain before. Through communication with Master Mang, I could distinctly feel that he genuinely didn’t know much about the train."
"So, then..."
"Where was Master Mang during the year when Doomsday erupted? What place was he in? What was he doing?"
"Master Mang never told us about this."
"But now everything has answers. When Doomsday ca, Master Mang happened to be in seclusion, and only after coming out did he find out about Doomsday. It’s very likely that this Doomsday caused his seclusion to fail, causing his cultivation to plumt."
"These days, his cultivation is gradually recovering."
"You’re really sothing." Biaozi looked at Old Pig with so admiration: "Your reasoning abilities have always been strong. With your explanation, it makes perfect sense. This way, I’m even more confident in Fixed Star’s future."
"After all, following a Train Captain who’s killed dragons before, we shouldn’t even fear encountering dragons again, right?"
"Indeed."
Old Pig sighed with so emotion: "We’re really lucky to have t Master Mang during Doomsday. Alright, let’s keep it a secret for now that Master Mang is a cultivator."
"Understood."
"You all go about your tasks, I need to quickly write this scene into the ’History of Train Developnt’, it’s very important!"
...
However—
That scene just now was displayed on the screen in every corner of the train. Everyone inside, as if cast with a freezing spell, stared blankly at the now closed screen.
In their minds, they kept replaying what they had just seen.
Thunder rolling in the sky, Ten Thousand Swords Attack.
No...
If Master Mang had just used a machine gun to blow away those Corpse Tides, they would’ve been thrilled because each ti zombies were killed, it ant more safety within the train, but... Master Mang had just raised his staff, and with one Ten Thousand Swords Attack, took them out instantly?!
Won’t you have to undergo a tribulation in the future, Master Mang?
"Bro..."
The man who was once part of the Azure Dragon train looked sowhat dazed at the turned-off screen: "Has Master Mang always been like this?"
The middle-aged man, also in a bit of a daze, took a deep breath and then nodded firmly.
"Yes, exactly like this!"
"We once encountered an even more formidable monster, and Master Mang, back then, took it out with a single Ten Thousand Swords Attack."
"If you don’t believe it, ask others?"
The man subconsciously turned to look at an elderly resident beside him, who also nodded earnestly: "It’s true."
"No wonder Fixed Star developed so quickly..."
...
"Really cool..."
Yan Yao sat sowhat dazed, legs crossed by the window, her long, snow-white legs bare in the open air, looking out at the zombie flesh outside the window, unable to help recalling that scene in her mind.
Seriously cool.
She had t many handso n.
Handso n from the entertainnt circle, from the fitness circle, wealthy businessn, and so forth.
Each person had their male charm, be it looks, charisma, speech, or wealth.
But...
Under that scene, all those so-called male charms paled in comparison.
Can’t compare, not even on the sa level.
It was absolute dominance, absolute confidence in one’s abilities that brought an absolute sense of security. It made one feel that being with Master Mang during Doomsday, perhaps one might die, but certainly later than following others.
In that mont.
She suddenly felt like opening the cabin door and rging herself into Master Mang’s chest.
But Master Mang had clearly told them not to seek him out proactively.
"Kind of... cool, huh."
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