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

A street in Mirror City.

The group of eighteen people moved forward slowly.

Su Jin's group was at the front, Lei Xing and Li Tianran's group was in the middle, and Chen Ye's group was at the back of the main group.

Gu Qinghuan walked alone at the very back, keeping a distance from everyone else.

The footsteps of eighteen people echoed on the mirror-covered street.

The buildings on both sides of the street are of varying heights, and their facades are all covered with that mirrored material, like two infinitely extending mirror walls, sandwiching the street in the middle.

Everywhere you look is a reflection, refraction, and overlapping image. Walking on such a street will give you a strong feeling of dizziness, not because the road surface is uneven, but because there is too much visual information.

There are images in every direction, and every image is moving; the human brain can't process them all.

What's even more bizarre is that the eighteen figures reflected in these mirrors are all identical in shape, clothing, and posture, but the positions of their facial features are smooth blank spaces, as if they have been erased by an eraser.

Qin Zhaoyang's gaze swept over the gleaming, mirror-like exterior walls of the buildings lining both sides of the street, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he said, "These mirrors are really eerie, kind of creepy."

Chen Ye turned his head to look at the mirrored exterior wall of a building on his right: "There are no normal places in the survival trials. These are not ordinary mirrors, and the reflections in them are not us."

As soon as he finished speaking, the faceless figure in the mirror moved.

It wasn't the eighteen people outside the mirror that were moving; it was the reflection in the mirror that was moving on its own.

The faceless figures turned around at the same time, facing the direction outside the mirror.

Then they came out.

The first hand emerged from the mirror, pressing against it as if it were on water, its fingertips tracing the surface and creating visible ripples.

Next comes the entire arm, shoulder, torso, and legs.

A faceless man emerged from the mirror, his entire body covered in a wet liquid.

It stood on the street, its shape exactly like Chen Ye's, even the folds of its clothes were identical, but its head was a blank, smooth surface, without facial features or hair.

The second, the third, the fourth...

Faceless people emerged continuously from the mirrors on both sides of the street, each with a different shape.

Some were as thin as Qin Zhaoyang, some as tall as Zhao Hai, some as sturdy as Wang Shuo, and some as delicate as Zhou Yating.

Each Faceless Man is imitating one of their eighteen.

The group of eighteen people also stopped. Compared to monsters that could appear out of nowhere, monsters that appeared directly in front of them were much more reassuring.

"These things must be the monsters of Mirror City. Prepare for battle!"

No sooner had Chen Ye finished speaking than the first faceless man pounced on him.

The faceless man's body was modeled after Zhao Hai, standing 1.95 meters tall with broad shoulders and clearly defined arm muscles, but its head was a blank, smooth surface with no eyes, no nose, and no mouth.

It slammed its fist down.

Chen Ye dodged to the side, and the Demon-Slaying Halberd rose from below, its tip tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

The spear blade cut into the faceless man's abdomen, slicing from his left rib to his right shoulder, creating a gash more than a meter long in his torso.

There was no blood.

The fluid gushing from the wound was a clear, viscous liquid, like molten glass.

The faceless man swayed, but did not fall.

Its hand continued to reach for Chen Ye, its five fingers spread wide, the tips as sharp as blades.

Chen Ye did not retreat. He retrieved the Demon-Slaying Halberd, held it horizontally in front of his chest, and took the faceless man's grab head-on.

Five fingers gripped the gun barrel, fingernails scraping across the metal surface, producing a harsh scraping sound.

Chen Ye exerted force with his right arm, and the gun suddenly jolted.

With 50 points of base strength plus 10 points of strength from the Demon-Slaying Halberd, the power of this shockwave reached 60 points.

The faceless man's five fingers were forcefully shaken open, and his entire arm was jolted backward.

The spear tip thrusts straight in.

This time, the target is the blank, smooth surface of the Faceless Man's head.

"puff--!"

The spear tip penetrated nearly twenty centimeters, emerging from the back of the faceless man's head. Clear liquid spurted from the wound.

The faceless man's body suddenly stiffened, then went limp and collapsed to the ground, motionless.

[Defeat the Faceless Man, score +20]

The system notification flashed by.

They were just ordinary monsters in the two-star trial.

However, this ordinary monster's strength is already close to that of the elite monsters in the insect hive.

Chen Ye pulled out the tip of the gun and shook off the transparent liquid that was stuck to it.

He glanced at the battlefield.

The situation is not optimistic.

Zhao Hai is fine; his fists have been metalized, and each strike of his silver-gray iron fists leaves a dent in the faceless man's body.

A faceless figure mimicking Wen Ning's physique lunged at him from the side, only to be struck on the head with a right hook. Half of his head was dented, and transparent liquid gushed out from the crack. The faceless figure stopped moving before it even hit the ground.

Wen Ning was also fine. She pressed her hands on the ground, and black spikes burst out from under the mirrored floor tiles, piercing the bodies of three faceless men in succession.

Spikes pierced the faceless men's feet and emerged from their heads, pinning them to mid-air. A clear liquid flowed down the spikes, dripping onto the mirror-like ground.

Su Jin and Lei Xing, and Li Tianran's team, were ahead, and they had also stabilized their battle lines in their respective positions.

Su Jin's longsword drew a silvery-white arc in the air, each slash cleaving through the body of a faceless man.

Lei Xing also swung his fists, facing the Faceless Man's attacks without dodging or avoiding them. It seemed like he had a physical talent, with a very high physical strength.

Li Tianran's weapon was a pair of daggers, and the speed of his thrusts was so fast that they were almost invisible to the naked eye.

Gu Qinghuan stood at the very back of the group, three throwing knives spinning rapidly around her like three miniature meat grinders. Any faceless person who got close to her was sliced ​​into pieces within three seconds.

These high-level, highly talented individuals can easily handle ordinary two-star monsters.

However, the lower-level members of his team were struggling considerably.

A faceless figure, mimicking Wang Shuo's physique, lunged at Qin Zhaoyang from the side with astonishing speed.

Qin Zhaoyang had already raised his crossbow and activated the explosive arrows. Three short arrows, enveloped in a pale red halo, shot out and accurately struck the faceless man's head.

"Boom boom boom—!"

Three explosions rang out, and three holes were blown open in the faceless man's head. But it did not fall.

Its head had been blown beyond recognition, but its body was still moving, still lunging towards Qin Zhaoyang.

A clear liquid gushed from the wound and flowed down the neck.

Qin Zhaoyang's pupils contracted sharply. He didn't have time to fire a second arrow; the faceless man had already pounced on him, his five fingers spread wide, aiming straight for his face.

Chen Ye flashed in front of Qin Zhaoyang and thrust out with his spear, killing the faceless man.

"Thanks, Brother Ye."

Qin Zhaoyang was breathing rapidly, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.