Death Train: SSS-level talent right from the start!

Chen Ye's gaze lingered on the long spear for a moment; Tang Jingxin's weapon appeared to be of very high quality.

Qin Zhaoyang's Adam's apple bobbed suddenly.

Wang Shuo and Li Zheng also raised their weapons.

The metallic luster on Zhao Hai's silver-gray fists brightened slightly.

Zhou Yating took a few steps back, and ice crystals began to condense at her fingertips.

They still feel a lot of pressure facing the top-ranked player.

Although Jiang Ning secretly said he wanted to cooperate with them, judging from the current situation, it doesn't seem like he really wants to cooperate with them.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze from the spear and looked at Tang Jingxin, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I won't hand it over. If you want to fight, I'm ready anytime."

"Tang Jingxin, why are you wasting your breath talking to him? I told you he won't give you the treasure chest."

Jiang Ning's voice came from the back of the group, carrying a clear urging tone.

Tang Jingxin ignored Jiang Ning and stared intently at Chen Ye.

Chen Ye stood still, his hands hanging at his sides, without taking out any weapons.

Tang Jingxin stared at Chen Ye for about two seconds, then took a deep breath.

"In that case, let's settle the score for the skill books."

His voice suddenly turned cold.

Then, his body began to change.

Tang Jingxin's top burst open, the sound of tearing fabric echoing in the empty space, as shreds of cloth flew in all directions.

His body swelled up to a size visible to the naked eye, and black scales grew on his exposed skin, the scales arranged closely together.

His fingers grew thicker and longer, his nails turned into black claws, and his eyes became golden vertical pupils, the pupils shrinking into thin lines in the fluorescent light.

Two black horns grew from his head, running diagonally backward from his temples, with sharp, needle-like ends.

"roar--!"

Tang Jingxin opened her mouth and let out a low roar.

The sound didn't seem like something a human could make; it was more like the roar of some kind of ferocious beast, echoing through the empty underground space and causing rubble to fall from the cave walls.

Chen Ye's pupils contracted slightly.

He finally saw Tang Jingxin's talent: this change in body structure and form would inevitably be accompanied by a significant boost to her strength attribute.

"Let's do it!"

With a roar, Tang Jingxin stomped her legs on the ground, crushing the gravel beneath her feet, and shot towards Chen Ye like a cannonball.

His speed was astonishing; his spear trailed behind him, its tip carving a spark-sparkling trench in the ground.

The distance is rapidly decreasing.

When they were less than five meters apart, Tang Jingxin suddenly thrust out her spear.

"Wind-Breaking Thrust!"

The moment the skill was activated, the blue light on the spear suddenly brightened, and the spear tip tore through the air, emitting a sharp explosion.

The sound was so sharp it hurt my eardrums, like something cutting through the air at high speed.

The spear tip pierced straight into Chen Ye's chest.

Faced with this attack, Chen Ye dared not be careless. He pulled his right fist back, rotated his waist and hips, and put all his strength into this punch.

"A devastating cannon!"

With 30 points of base strength and a triple burst, the damage of 90 points of strength was unleashed in this instant.

A pale golden halo appeared on the surface of his fist, which, in the blue-green fluorescent light, resembled a golden flame compressed to its extreme.

Chen Ye's right fist met Tang Jingxin's spear tip head-on.

"boom--!!!"

The moment the fist collided with the tip of the gun, a loud bang exploded in the empty underground space.

The shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact, kicking up gravel and dust from the ground and drawing a visible circle on the ground.

The bioluminescent plants on the cave walls were violently shaken by the gusts of air.

The cocoons, which were taller than a person, trembled slightly, and the vascular patterns on the cocoons pulsated a few times faster than before.

Chen Ye slid back four or five steps before regaining his balance.

On his right fist, there was a faint white mark at the knuckles, a mark left by the tip of a spear.

Tang Jingxin also took four or five steps back. His steps were heavier than Chen Ye's, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground, with gravel shattering and flying around the footprint.

The tip of his gun trembled slightly. The force of Chen Ye's punch traveled through the gun to his arm, making his entire right arm feel slightly numb.

Tang Jingxin's golden vertical pupils contracted sharply, her inner shock even greater than her facial expression.

His level is as high as 9, and he has the S-level talent [Dragon Transformation]. Combined with a blue-quality spear and a matching B-level skill, the power damage he can unleash is close to 90 points.

Chen Ye was three levels lower than him, and he was unarmed and had no weapon enhancements. He took Chen Ye's full-force attack head-on, and the result was a draw.

No, it's not a close contest.

Tang Jingxin glanced at her trembling spear tip, then at Chen Ye's hands, which were unscathed, her golden pupils flashing uncertainly.

He was shocked. Just how high was Chen Ye's basic strength? How powerful was his physique? Was his skill an A-level skill?

Tang Jingxin's talent and skills have reached six times the base, but what he doesn't know is that Chen Ye's talent and skills have reached eight times the base, which has already eliminated the gap in level and weapon.

Chen Ye was also quite shocked. Five times the talent and three times the skills, yet he still couldn't defeat Tang Jingxin head-on.

Just then, a whooshing sound came from behind Tang Jingxin.

An arrow pierced the air from the direction of the passage and shot straight at Chen Ye's face.

Zhao Hai was prepared and immediately stepped in front of Chen Ye, throwing his right fist upwards, the silver-gray iron fist slamming directly into the arrow.

"Bang--!"

The arrow was blasted away by a punch, tumbling several times in the air before embedding itself in the cave wall, its fletching still trembling violently.

Sean stood beside the entrance to the passage, his longbow still in his hand, the second arrow already nocked on the bowstring.

But he didn't shoot the arrow because Zhao Hai had already set his sights on him.

The two teams were on the verge of a fight.

Wang Shuo was the first to rush out.

He gripped the axe handle with both hands and swung the axe diagonally from the upper right to the lower left, aiming at the man with the knife opposite him.

The axe blade tore through the air, producing a sharp whistling sound.

The man with the knife did not take Wang Shuo's slash head-on, but instead dodged to the side, raising his long knife from below, the blade aimed straight for Wang Shuo's abdomen.

Wang Shuo parried with his axe, the blade striking the axe handle, sparks flying.

The two men were locked in combat, the sound of their weapons clashing echoing through the open space.

Li Zheng faced off against another man wielding a sword.

The man wielding the sword drew silvery arcs in the air with his longsword, each thrust precisely aimed at Li Zheng's vital points.

With his longsword in hand, Li Zheng's innate talent for swordsmanship made his swordsmanship precise and fierce, each strike steady, accurate, and ruthless.

The two exchanged blows, neither able to gain the upper hand in the short term.

Zhou Yating was matched up against the only female member of Tang Jingxin's team.

Ice arrows and wind blades collided repeatedly in the air, the sound as dense as firecrackers.

The three opponents are one level higher than Zhou Yating and her two companions. Apart from Zhou Yating having obtained a green-quality weapon, Wang Shuo and Li Zheng are still using white-quality weapons. They will inevitably be defeated in a prolonged battle.

Qin Zhaoyang crouched behind a protruding rock, his crossbow resting on it, his eyes rapidly scanning the battlefield, searching for targets.

Then he targeted Sean.

Sean stood beside the entrance to the passage, holding a longbow in his hand, the arrow aimed at Chen Ye, who was confronting Tang Jingxin.