Everyone's faces were blank as they watched the wild and frantic surgery unfold before them.
Su Huan closed one eye, half of his mind immersed in his body, the other half manipulating the electric current to hunt down the intruding spores.
Pain prompted a sound like snarling laughter to squeeze through Su Huan's clenched teeth, his muscles dancing on his athletic body, blood gushing out, yet his heart remained icy cold.
Given his current physical constitution, as long as it's not a bone or tendon injury, even a piercing wound would heal completely in less than three days—his only trouble is internal organ damage—but he's betting the spores' resistance to electricity isn't higher than his!
Around ten seconds in, ninety percent of the spores within him had been eradicated.
With another ten seconds, only a few scattered spores remained inside, the rest wiped out by Su Huan in one sweep.
Clearly, the train conductor had gambled and won again.
