DipNovel Chapter 121 Tiger Caravan
Chapter 121 Tiger Caravan
Su Su's consciousness was rising and falling in extreme pain.
She could almost "see" the sequence origin of the "Fist Fighter" within her body being forcibly pulled and expanded by countless ice-blue energy threads.
The originally relatively simple energy circuits were widened, stretched, and rebuilt.
Muscle fibers break and reassemble under even stronger forces, causing bones to emit a faint hum of unbearable strain, and their density seems to increase.
Pain, pain that is everywhere.
But beneath the pain, a new, more refined, and more violent force is slowly but steadily growing.
In her hazy consciousness, she could sense that her control over "power" was undergoing a qualitative change.
Time slowly passed amidst the extreme torment.
Outside the pickup truck, the night was deep.
The mine ruins were deathly silent, with only the mournful sound of the wind.
Finally, when Jiao Jiao was almost exhausted and her face was as pale as paper, the violent energy tide in Su Su's body began to gradually subside.
The trembling stopped.
She slowly opened her eyes.
A fleeting glint of cold light seemed to linger in his eyes before returning to his usual aloofness.
But beneath that aloofness lies a restrained sharpness, as if forged through countless trials.
"Auntie!" Jiao Jiao collapsed to the side, exhausted, tears finally falling, but she was smiling.
"You scared me to death!"
Su Su felt the surging, powerful force within her body, far exceeding anything she had experienced before, and the fist intent that was as responsive as her own limbs and as solid as steel.
The bottleneck of Sequence 2 has been broken through significantly, and it has even reached the threshold of Sequence 3.
She clenched her fist gently, her knuckles making a soft but crisp popping sound, causing a subtle vibration in the air.
"I'm fine." Her voice was a little hoarse, but it carried an unprecedented calmness.
She looked at Jiao Jiao, reached out to wipe away the girl's tears and sweat, and said gently, "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard work! That bastard Dao Ge gave me some lousy medicine, it's terrifying! I'm going to settle the score with him!"
"Don't go, that's what the Sequence Enhancement Potion does," Su Su shook her head. The pain had disappeared, but her body's instincts seemed to still be there.
She was well aware of the value of the medicine.
If not for this intense pain and risk, how could such a significant improvement have been achieved?
The road to becoming stronger is never easy.
"Well... I guess I'll just ignore him for two days, but never mind, one day it is!"
……
The night passed uneventfully.
The next day, the blood-red sun rose as usual, but the atmosphere in the mine ruins was different.
The shallow crater where the beautiful women's convoy was destroyed has been filled in at some point, but the ugly scar, branded on the edge of the square, silently tells the story of last night's horror.
Everyone who passes by will subconsciously avoid it, glancing at it again with complicated emotions.
The trading market remains open.
But the conversations between the stall owners and customers were much quieter, and the calculation and greed in their eyes were replaced by more vigilance and caution.
Jiao Jiao was still sitting in front of the Xin Huo team's booth, but today there were significantly fewer people coming to her for "treatment" or "purification"—not fewer, but almost none.
Apart from Xiao Xiao occasionally coming over to talk to her, there were no customers at all.
The little girl wasn't in a good mood today either; what happened yesterday really terrified her.
Every time she saw Xu Si, she would "humph" twice, just like a little pig that had just left its pen.
As the blood-red sun rose high in the sky, its scorching rays baked the Gobi Desert, and the number of people in the market dwindled.
Just when Jiao Jiao thought she would get nothing today, an unusual noise came from the direction of the entrance to the mine ruins.
The personnel responsible for guarding the area also waved flags and shouted encouragement.
"A convoy is coming!"
The sound immediately attracted everyone's attention.
On the square, under the banner of the "Martial God Car Team," Wu Dazhao's expression hardened as he looked toward the entrance.
Through the side observation window of the "Flame Chariot," Lin Li, Huo Nan, and the others also looked towards the Gobi Desert.
Xu Sixing narrowed his eyes slightly, and the "star trails" had already spread out like mercury.
The buzzing sound grew closer.
A strangely shaped "large truck" pulling three "small trucks" behind it, like a train in the Gobi Desert, slowly drove into the mine ruins.
The leading "big truck" was a modified heavy truck that was over ten meters long, with a large "王" (king) character written on the front, and the overall shape of the front of the truck was somewhat similar to a tiger.
The "small cargo" at the back bears some resemblance to a train freight car, and it must be said that it was converted from the rear compartment of a small cargo car. It must be said that the conversion was very successful.
The "train" drove straight to the square without any hesitation, and then stopped at the original campsite of the beautiful women's convoy, which everyone avoided.
"Crack—"
The heavy armored door of the truck's cab was pushed open, and a figure jumped out to the accompaniment of heavy metal rock music.
He was a young man covered in gold and silver jewelry.
"My goodness! My goodness! My goodness! I've never seen so many people before!"
"They're all here to welcome me, right? Come on in! Everyone's here! Everyone's here!"
The guy, channeling his inner emperor, instantly burst into tears, then began to distribute his gold and silver jewelry to the crowd in the square as if they were old friends.
The little girl was completely dumbfounded.
Xu Si even saw several people who were about to jump off the "little train" hide back inside.
They probably felt it was too embarrassing!
The young man looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a flashy patchwork short-sleeved shirt and several gold chains of varying thicknesses around his neck.
His ten fingers were almost entirely covered with rings of various gemstones, which glittered under the blood-red sun, making people dizzy.
He pulled out gold rings, silver bracelets, and jade pendants from his pockets and stuffed them into the hands of the stunned survivors.
"Here you go! Don't be shy! It's fate that we met! My name is Wang Yanhua, Yan as in the King of Hell, Hua as in China! This is my 'Tiger Car Team'! I'm new here, so please take care of me!"
His voice was loud and clear, carrying a sincerity rarely seen in the apocalypse.
"Where...where did this nouveau riche come from?"
Jiao Jiao was stunned, forgetting even her frustration at not making a sale today.
Xiao Luo leaned closer and whispered, "Sister Jiaojiao, is his gold... real? How much is it worth?"
"Are you crazy? This is the apocalypse, what use is this thing now?"
Fu Xiaojian, however, looked solemn. This man’s behavior seemed absurd, but he was no ordinary person who could drive such a modified “train” across the Gobi Desert to get here.
Either he has something to rely on, or... he's just incredibly crazy.
Inside the "Flaming Chariot," the Fire Man scoffed, "Where did this idiot come from? Treating his tattered clothes like a treasure."
Lin Li stared at Wang Yanhua for a few seconds, then glanced at the motionless "carriages" behind him, and whispered, "Don't let your guard down. Aya?"
From the corner, Aya whispered in response, "There are too many people; I can't hear them. There must be some strange object or sequence-based supernatural concealment!"
Under the banner of the Martial God Caravan, Wu Dazhao had already led two people over.
His expression remained serious as he stood in front of Wang Yanhua, saying in a deep voice, "Friend, this place was gathered by the 'Martial God Caravan.' All the caravans assembled here are here to hunt down mid-ranking anomalies. May I ask if your caravan has come in response to this summons?"
Wang Yanhua was putting a jade thumb ring on the finger of an old man who couldn't dodge in time when he heard this. He looked up, his smile unchanged, even more radiant.
"Wow! This guy looks like he's in charge! So imposing! So imposing!" He reached out and tried to hang a gold chain around Wu Dazhao's neck.
Wu Dazhao took a half step back, raised his arm to block his hand, and his eyes were sharp.
Wang Yanhua wasn't embarrassed at all. He chuckled and took back the gold chain, wrapping it around his neck once more.
"Hunting mid-level anomalies? That's great! My team specializes in this!"
"Oh! My poor sister! What heartless bastard chopped off your arm? Don't be scared! I have a plan!!! Old Fu..."
The guy's eyes lit up the moment he saw Cheng Xinyi behind Wu Dazhao, and he immediately shouted to the convoy behind him.