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

After landing, Jiang Ning immediately retreated, her body moving swiftly through the open space like a pale red lightning bolt.

His movements are completely unpredictable; one second he might be in the east, the next in the west, and the very next second he might be in the north.

Tang Jingxin's spear always just missed hitting him by a hair's breadth each time it thrust out.

Chen Ye leaned against the rock wall at the entrance of the passage, watching the chase ahead, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved up.

He had seen this scene before.

In the central square of the Corpse Capital, Jiang Ning also walked that lizard-headed creature in the same way.

At that time, Jiang Ning was holding a Swiftwind Crossbow, and the lizard head couldn't catch up with him; his arrows caused negligible damage to the lizard head.

The situation is almost exactly the same now.

Tang Jingxin couldn't catch up with Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning's arrows struck Tang Jingxin, but the damage was extremely limited.

"Jiang Ning has put all his free attribute points into agility." Zhao Hai's gaze followed the pale red figure: "His speed is much faster than when he was in Guidu."

Chen Ye nodded slightly.

He was more perceptive of Jiang Ning's changes in speed than Zhao Hai.

On the platform of Corpse City, when he and Jiang Ning exchanged punches, Jiang Ning's speed was fast, but not to such an absurd degree.

In the square of the Ghost Capital, Jiang Ning managed to dodge his punches but was still quite disheveled.

But now, Jiang Ning's speed was so fast that even his eyes could hardly keep up. The pale red figure left not a continuous trajectory in the fluorescent light, but a series of afterimages.

"At least 20 points in agility. His talent is balanced, which is both his strength and his weakness. His strength is not enough to match that of an S-rank talent with a single attribute growth, so he added agility."

"But this has resulted in his current limited damage output, and he also lacks ranged archery skills to compensate for the damage. Against someone like Tang Jingxin, who is thick-skinned and three levels higher than him, it is very difficult for him to break through her defenses."

Chen Ye secretly rejoiced, thankful that he had tricked Zhao Hai into giving him the Gale Crossbow in Corpse Capital.

Otherwise, he would have been outmaneuvered by Jiang Ning in the square of Guidu. At that time, his physique was not strong enough, and he could have been injured by Jiang Ning's arrows.

As for now, Jiang Ning fighting him is no different from fighting Tang Jingxin. He can make ten thousand mistakes, but as long as Jiang Ning makes one mistake and Jiang Ning catches him, the battle is over. Besides, his agility is now 14 points.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze and looked at the three team members in Tang Jingxin's team not far away.

Two men and one woman, each with a different expression.

The man with the knife kept his eyes on the battlefield, gripping his long knife tightly, but he did not make another move.

The man holding the sword had his longsword hanging at his side, the tip pointing to the ground. His gaze fell on Sean's headless corpse, and his pupils contracted slightly.

The blue aura in the female team member's palm flickered, as if she was hesitating about whether to continue fighting.

The three of them noticed Chen Ye's gaze and turned to him simultaneously.

"If you want to leave, I won't stop you, but if you want to help Tang Jingxin, then I have no choice but to send you to see that Sean."

Chen Ye's voice wasn't cold, but his words still made all three of them stiffen at the same time.

The person who is saying this now is someone who could knock their boss away with one punch.

Even if the three of them were tied together, they wouldn't be enough for someone to hit with one hand.

"I...we'll leave now."

The female team member was the first to speak, her voice a little dry.

She sheathed the wind blade in her palm and took a step toward the entrance of the passage.

The two male team members exchanged a glance, simultaneously put away their weapons, and followed.

"etc."

Zhao Hai's voice came from behind Chen Ye.

The three of them stopped at the same time, their bodies tense, like three strings stretched to their limit.

"They beat us so badly just now, they should at least make it up to us."

Zhao Hai stepped out from behind Chen Ye and stood in front of the three of them, his 1.95-meter height exuding an imposing aura.

The three of them looked at each other, but no one spoke.

"Ten energy potions per person, is that too much to ask?"

Zhao Hai's tone was more like a notification than a discussion.

Without the slightest hesitation, the female team member flipped her hand, and 10 pale green energy potions appeared in her hand, not stamina potions.

She handed the potion to Zhao Hai: "I have a mental talent... Is an energy potion okay?"

Zhao Hai glanced at her, took the medicine, weighed it in his hand, and then turned to Zhou Yating: "Zhou Yating, here you go."

Zhou Yating walked up from the back of the group, took the energy potion, and put it into her storage space.

The two male team members exchanged a glance, and then simultaneously took out ten red energy potions from their storage space and handed them to Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai took them, counted them, and found twenty sticks, no doubt about it.

"You may leave."

He waved his hand dismissively, as if he were just shooing away two classmates who had come to visit his dorm.

Without a word, the three turned and left, their steps so fast they were almost jogging, and quickly disappeared around the corner of the passage.

Zhao Hai divided the twenty energy potions into two portions, handing ten to Chen Ye and storing the other ten in his own storage space.

"What should we do about Jiang Ning? Should we help him?"

Qin Zhaoyang's gaze followed Jiang Ning's figure.

"Let them fight." Zhao Hai glanced at the battlefield ahead. "I'm rather curious whether Tang Jingxin can kill Jiang Ning."

"If we can't kill him, Jiang Ning can easily run away."

Chen Ye leaned against the rock wall, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze fixed on the battlefield.

Wang Shuo planted the axe on the ground, his hands resting on the top of the handle: "So, are those two just going to keep stalling like this? Stalling until the trial ends? Isn't that just a pure waste of potions? They both have active talents."

The fighting on the front lines continues.

Jiang Ning fired arrow after arrow, each one hitting Tang Jingxin's body with precision, but each arrow only left a shallow wound on the black scales before falling off.

One hundred arrows were shot, but Tang Jingxin didn't even have a decent wound on her body.

His speed did not slow down; the thrusts, sweeps, and parries of his spear never stopped, each strike accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, and each strike was just a hair's breadth away from hitting Jiang Ning.

After a fruitless pursuit, Tang Jingxin suddenly stopped chasing.

He stood in the middle of the open area, holding his spear at an angle, the tip of which was embedded in the gravel. His golden vertical pupils were fixed on Jiang Ning, who was twenty meters away.

You will regret what you did today.

His voice was hoarse, filled with suppressed anger, as he squeezed out each word through clenched teeth.

Jiang Ning also stopped. His breathing was more rapid than Tang Jingxin's, but a smile still lingered on his lips.

"Do you think you still have a chance for revenge?" He paused, glanced sideways at Chen Ye leaning against the rock wall towards the entrance of the passage, then looked back at Tang Jingxin: "Chen Ye will not let you board the train again."