The train stopped at the station. Passengers hurried off, and new ones rushed aboard.
Dr. Thomas Tang’s enthusiasm for conversation seemed to vanish as soon as the train arrived. People shuffled in and out, swapping places and swapping luggage.
As the train started moving again, Jack Young resumed his meditation. But something felt off. He opened his eyes and glanced around, a shadow crossing his mind—why had all the passengers in this carriage quietly turned into able-bodied men?
Jack picked up his water cup, whistled as he strolled around, then returned to his bunk with a grim face. He lowered his voice: “Dr. Tang, I’m afraid this trip won’t be so easy…”
“No worries. What’s meant to come will come. Honestly, I figured it’d be about this time.” Dr. Tang was as calm as ever, a teasing glint in his eye. “Are you starting to doubt the reality of ‘Qi’?”
Jack thought for a moment, then nodded honestly: “I know you’re strong, but I’m not sure ‘Qi’ is as magical as you say.”
“Alright then, let me show you.”
“Show me how?”
“You’ll see soon enough.”
Just as he finished speaking, a heavy thumping sound echoed through the carriage. Jack could feel the vibrations beneath him—something massive was moving their way. Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and a hulking figure appeared at the entrance to their sleeper compartment.
It was a giant of a man, well over two meters tall, broad and burly with a tiger’s back and a bear’s waist. His bald head gleamed, veins bulged on his arms, and Jack reckoned the guy’s arm was thicker than his own thigh.
“Dr. Tang,” the man spoke, his voice both muffled and piercing—oddly unsettling. “I’m just here to give you a friendly reminder: mind your own business. Meddlers don’t live long. Sure, you’re a kung fu master, but bullets don’t care who you are. Martial arts can’t beat guns.”
Just then, the doors at both ends of the carriage swung open. Jack’s sharp eyes caught more than ten people entering from each side, heading their way. The passengers already in the carriage stood up and joined them, all armed and looking murderously serious.
The atmosphere instantly turned oppressive.
Dr. Tang didn’t bother to stand up, his tone as calm as ever: “As for meddling, I’ll reserve judgment. But if you say kung fu can’t beat guns, I’d like to test that theory.”
The bald giant laughed, throwing his head back: “Suit yourself—don’t blame me if you end up dead!”
Just then, Jack—who’d been overlooked—suddenly sprang up and struck at the giant’s throat with a palm. The move was sharp and direct, like Lillian Snow’s signature knife-hand attack, and it landed with a faint, whistling sound.
There was a sound like a drum, but the giant didn’t budge. He glanced down, his face twisted into a mocking grin: “Who’s this little bug? Doesn’t know his limits.”
Whoosh—while the giant was busy mocking, Jack kept his cool and launched a full-force kick straight for the groin. The tip of his foot whistled sharply through the air.
Serves you right for running your mouth in the middle of a fight. Let’s see you handle this one!
Bang! This time the hit landed even harder, right on the giant’s crotch.
The giant didn’t flinch; his mocking grin only grew. But Jack’s expression finally changed. Not only did his kick fail, but his own leg was left tingling. It wasn’t just that the giant had insane hard-body skills—turns out, he didn’t even have any family jewels! This burly beast was actually a eunuch!
Jack had just started to look shocked when the giant roared, “Die, brat!” He reached out and grabbed for Jack’s chest. With the sleeper compartment so cramped, Jack couldn’t dodge and got caught tight.
Jack reacted fast—he punched at the giant’s arm, kicked at his armpit, trying to break free. With the first layer of Titan Spirit Method, every blow was as strong as a pro fighter’s. But against this iron-bodied giant, it was useless.
With one arm, the giant easily lifted Jack’s hundred-plus kilos and swung him, ready to smash him to the floor. If he landed, Jack would be seriously hurt.
But just then, a hand tapped Jack’s shoulder. He felt his muscles shift, and his arm shot out faster than ever, smacking the giant’s wrist with a crisp slap.
The slap was quick, but not especially strong. Still, the giant let go, clutching his wrist and stepping back two paces—the first time he’d retreated since the fight began!
Both Jack and the giant were stunned. But the giant recovered instantly, roaring and charging forward like a rampaging rhino, aiming straight for Jack.
At that moment, Jack felt another tap on his lower back. His right leg shot out, the tip of his foot landing precisely on a spot on the giant’s lower belly.
The giant’s belly was hard as steel, but after that kick, he collapsed to his knees with a thud.
The giant’s eyes were now filled with terror, staring at someone behind Jack like he’d seen a ghost—Dr. Tang!
Dr. Tang stepped past Jack, looming over the kneeling giant, his right hand raised.
The giant’s face twisted in panic: “Spare me—please!”
Bang! A massive figure crashed through the train window and flew outside, landing with a crunch against a pole by the tracks—alive or dead, who could say.
After smacking the eunuch giant out of the train, Dr. Tang flipped his hand—out came his signature pouch of pebbles. The gunmen charging from both sides of the carriage shouted and raised their weapons, but sharp whistling sounds cut through the air. Pebbles flew like darts, each tracing a unique arc before striking the gunmen and blooming with little bursts of blood.
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The pebbles weren’t deadly, but every gunman hit started trembling, their arms twitching and fingers spasming—bang bang bang, gunshots rang out, and the gunmen collapsed. From a distance, it looked like they’d shot each other, and not a single one survived. It was like magic.
Jack’s jaw nearly hit the floor. He’d always known Dr. Tang was scary strong, but this level? Was Dr. Tang just humoring him yesterday when he fell in the oil vat? That’s way too considerate, you maniac!
Witnessed it. Today, I really witnessed it!
“D-Dr. Tang!” Jack stared at the blood-soaked carriage, stammering, “How—how did you do that?”
“Simple,” Dr. Tang said, pointing at Jack. “If I sense your Qi, I can control your movements. If I sense the giant’s Qi, I can break him easily. Same goes for the gunmen. Let’s go—looks like I’ll have to step in today.” With that, he strode toward the next carriage.
From the next carriage came a burst of gunfire, sending the other passengers into a panic.
Jack followed, stepping over the gunmen’s bodies, and couldn’t help asking, “I understood every word you said, but I can’t do any of it. Is there an easier way to at least predict what the other guy will do?”
“There is.” Dr. Tang paused and looked back at Jack. “Just watch their eyes.”
“How?”
“You’ll see soon enough.”
“Again with that line? Why do I get the feeling nothing good ever follows it?”
Just then, a gunman burst through the door into their carriage. He froze at the scene, then raised his gun to shoot at the two of them from four meters away.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jack saw Dr. Tang’s expression—a mischievous grin. “I’m not helping. Live or die, it’s up to you,” he heard. The next moment, Jack felt a slap on his lower back and a surge of force sent him flying toward the gunman.
Up ahead, the gun’s dark muzzle was pointed straight at him.
“Oh, mother of mine!”