Chapter 1718: After revision: Chapter 34 Breakneck Progress

“What’s he up to? Building a hot air balloon?” Watching Tang Zheng purchase a mountain of supplies and check into the inn near the train station, Jiang Xiuming was puzzled.

“No idea.” Xu Biyun was dying of curiosity and really wanted to go in and take a closer look.

“Don’t even think about making a hot air balloon. I just went out to gather some intel and saw a guy from one of the teams riding that thing. He got attacked by a demon hunter and fell from high altitude, ending up as a splattered mess.” Chu Baichuan shivered at the thought of that unfortunate soul’s tragic end.

“Tang Zheng isn’t that stupid!” Yin Shangwu rolled her eyes, somewhat disappointed. “But hijacking the train is out of the question; there are too many soldiers.”

Time flowed slowly. People in the lobby ate, slept, and spent their spare time watching the contestants participate in the Death Rally.

It’s been more than two months, and all the teams have reached the sixth station. The accumulated fatigue has begun to ferment—many people haven’t bathed in over a week, except for a few cleanliness fanatics.

During this lengthy period, a massive consumption of supplies strained the resources of each team, but there were exceptions.

Lu Fan’s Alice apron had unlimited space, and a few other teams had similar spatial props, making others envy them to death.

Tang Zheng hurried along the road tirelessly, crossing Colorado State and Iowa State, briefly stopping in Chicago before entering Ohio State.

By this point, Tang Zheng had traversed two-thirds of the American continent, embarking on the final leg of the journey to New York.

The first group had already boarded an ocean liner heading for Swansea. At the endpoint, they would take a train directly to London.

The second group gradually caught up, using all kinds of bizarre transportation methods. One guy even hijacked a demon hunter’s two-headed flying dragon mount, incredibly reckless.

There were also a few military enthusiasts who had managed to construct a simple piston engine. With a machine gun attached, they could’ve joined World War II, except the engine’s limitations prevented them from flying long distances.

During lunchtime, Tang Zheng ate canned food while lubricating the polished pulleys.

The white woman sitting opposite was very friendly, constantly chatting with Tang Zheng about the wonders of the Eastern world and being amazed by such beautiful porcelain for half a day.

If it weren’t for Tang Zheng being preoccupied, he definitely would’ve had a chance for a ‘friendly match’ with this woman on the train, dealing with some physiological needs.

“Bandits!” a traveler shouted in terror, immediately causing people in the carriage to stick their heads out of the car window, looking back, but soon ducking back inside after hearing several gunshots.

The carriage was in chaos, with almost everyone diving under the table, fearing being hit by bullets.

Tang Zheng remained calm. He knew it was the punishment troops coming; otherwise, no band of thieves would be foolish enough to attack a train with scant resources.

This was a punishment troop full of American West characteristics, all in cowboy attire with riding boots, cowboy hats, revolvers, and bottles of whiskey.

The cowboys howled, riding fine horses, approaching the train, then leaping aboard, breaking windows, and infiltrating the carriage.

A dozen cowboys lined up with Tang Zheng’s carriage, drawing their guns and firing angrily.

Hoo, Tang Zheng blew on the pulley, wanting the lubricant to wind-dry quickly, then deftly pulled out a revolver with his right hand, firing six rapid shots outside.

Bang, bang, bang, amidst the dull, dense gunshots, six cowboys were shot in the head, tumbling from their fine horses. One had a foot caught in the stirrup, dragging him along and scraping the skin off his face.

Tang Zheng flicked his wrist, opened the bullet nest, and six hot bullet cases clattered to the floor, striking a crisp copper note.

“Wasting my bullets again!” Tang Zheng pulled out a box of bullets, filling the bullet nest, then fired another six rapid shots.

His precise shooting caught the attention of a native wizard, who waved a cherry wood magic wand. Blue lightning shattered the glass, shooting in through the car window, crawling across the car wall.

Someone at the back of the carriage let out a final scream, and several natives charged through the teleportation gate, spearing every obstructing enemy to death.

These monsters were also immune to ranged attacks and magic; bullets simply had no effect on them.

Tang Zheng pulled out a dagger, flipping his wrist to throw it, hitting a native in the eye socket, then leaping forward onto him, knocking him over while drawing out the dagger, blocking a spear thrust aimed at his face, and stabbing the next enemy.

Ten minutes later, the punishment troops left behind a field of corpses and retreated.

Amid continuous harassment and counterattacks, Tang Zheng finally set foot on New York soil, breathing in the humid air, feeling elated.

Securing a boat ticket immediately, Tang Zheng began a shopping spree.

The cruise ship was set to depart the next morning, with more than enough time for some contestants to catch up, but Tang Zheng didn’t care.

“So many key players have gathered on the same ship, there’s going to be a good show.”

The Conquerors are all eagerly awaiting the opening act, as taking down the group leader of another team would definitely be a blow to their morale.

As the cargo was checked in and the boarding passes were verified, Tang Zheng’s wristwatch kept sounding alerts, showing no less than twelve red dots.

Even the sixth player made eye contact, but didn’t rashly attack.

The cruise ship crossed the North Atlantic, and by noon the next day, Tang Zheng was approached while eating.

“Hey, long time no see!” A burly man spoke, dragging a chair over with familiarity, and sat opposite Tang Zheng.

“Huangfu Xiong?” Although the guy had changed his appearance, Tang Zheng still recognized him as the one who had once intersected paths in the Death Thorns, with the Floating Shuttle ability. “Looks like you didn’t resurrect your group leader, huh?”

“Why resurrect him? Isn’t it better for me to be the boss?” Huangfu Xiong laughed. “As for you, however, you’ve really impressed me. But with your strength, it’s not surprising you can reach the Holy Land.”

“Want to team up with me to take down those group leaders?” Tang Zheng called the waiter and ordered another lunch. “What are you having?”

“Talking to smart people is simple.” Huangfu Xiong made a stop gesture. “Don’t rush to refuse. Contestants from other zones have temporarily allied. Our Asia Region has to do the same, or else we’ll be defeated one by one.”

“Are you the team leader?” Tang Zheng had long been planning to kill those guys, just hadn’t been ready yet.

“I’m not qualified; it’s Ma Tianyuan!” Huangfu Xiong said bluntly, “Get me a Lobster Feast. Oh, I’ve heard you have a conflict? But for the sake of being from the same China Region, let’s call a temporary truce?”

“No objections.” Tang Zheng drank his clear water, surveying the deck. Now, very few contestants acted alone, at least two people together.

“Refreshing.” Huangfu Xiong picked up a bottle of wine and took a swig. “With you joining, our strength has greatly increased, I’ll go tell them the good news.”

Tang Zheng wasn’t overly pleased with this simple flattery.

“They want to use you as cannon fodder!” An American woman sat next to Tang Zheng, with a charming smile, sizing him up. “It’s been a while, and you’ve matured a lot.”

“Miranda, you aren’t here to recruit me, are you?” Glancing at this woman, who had intersected with him in the Cretaceous Bite, Tang Zheng lowered his eyelids.

“If I knew you were participating in the Holy Land War, I’d definitely stay away.” Miranda smiled bitterly, playing with feelings. “No matter what, I won’t forget the help you gave me.”

“You think I believe that?” Tang Zheng deliberately showed a smug smile, deceiving Miranda, knowing this woman wasn’t a good character, let alone after so many games, probably with a heart cold as a snake or scorpion.

“As far as I know, the next stage should be a slaughter within the zones. I think you wouldn’t refuse to make the game easier, would you?” Miranda licked her red lips, sitting next to Tang Zheng, placing a hand on his thigh. “You don’t need to kill, just stay neutral.”

Feeling Miranda’s hand becoming more excessive, Tang Zheng grabbed her hand, reversing it on her chest, kneading hard, and followed by kissing her deeply.

Miranda let out an enticing moan, wrapping her arms around Tang Zheng’s neck, passionately returning the kiss.

Tang Zheng miscalculated. He knew there must be some white people spying nearby, initially preparing to deliberately create an ambiguous atmosphere to make Miranda lose trust with her companions, but unexpectedly she became more proactive.

“Want to go to the cabin? I still haven’t forgotten your collision!” Miranda threw a seductive glance. “You and Ma Tianyuan are enemies, right? How about I help you take him out?”

“No need, I’d prefer to take them out myself!” Tang Zheng pushed Miranda away, got up and left the deck, too much entanglement would definitely be disadvantageous to himself.

Miranda must have a certain status within the Americas Zone, even if she does something, she has supporters. I don’t, easily misunderstood.

“That nasty woman, always seducing uncle.” Lu Fan gritted his teeth in anger. “Fortunately, uncle is determined, resisting the temptation.”

“She’s pursuing him, determined to cling to Tang Zheng.” Chu Baichuan laughed heartily.

“Compared to those irrelevant people, at least we have some feelings.” Miranda wrapped her arms around Tang Zheng’s arm, deliberately pressing her ample chest against him. “Killing you can shorten it by five days, so many people are targeting you!”

“Am I worth that much?” Tang Zheng didn’t want Miranda to think he was too cold, thus he grabbed her plump buttocks, giving it a squeeze.

The contestants could only see others’ worth, so Tang Zheng, without allies, had no way of knowing.

“Uh-huh, you’re ranked in the top ten. The highest are the group leaders of seeds and alternative seeds, each exceeding seven days, others are relatively less, only two or three days, but relatively speaking, easier to kill.” Miranda led Tang Zheng towards the cabin.

Tang Zheng’s personal and team rankings are very high, Miranda couldn’t help but pay attention. Before, saying she’d stay away was just modesty. Passing the Holy Land can fulfill any wish, other than that, there are said to be other benefits.

For Miranda, a billionaire, things that could move her heart are very few, even if the risk of death is high, she wants to try. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)