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

Wang Shuo looked up at Lei Xing's team ahead and then looked back down: "Su Jin, Lei Xing probably thinks we're all just a burden."

Li Zheng walked beside him and smiled helplessly: "Who told us to be the lowest level? It's really hard to say whether we can get the survival mark in this trial. Without Brother Hai's help, I wouldn't even be able to kill those faceless monsters."

Zhao Hai walked to Chen Ye's right. He glanced back at Wang Shuo and Li Zheng without saying a word. As the trial star level gradually increased, he didn't know how long he could protect his two younger brothers.

Wen Ning walked in the middle of the group, side by side with Zhou Yating. Her gaze swept over Qin Zhaoyang, then over Wang Shuo and Li Zheng, and finally landed on Chen Ye's back.

"Actually, among the three teams, we are the strongest." She withdrew her gaze, her tone unhurried: "Lei Xing's team has at most two S-rank combatants, and Su Jin's team only has herself as an S-rank. We have three S-rank combatants, and Chen Ye didn't even break a sweat just now."

Chen Ye walked at the front without saying a word.

Wen Ning continued, "If we don't break the mirror, our team definitely won't be the first to give out."

Qin Zhaoyang raised his head, his gaze lingered on Wen Ning's face for a moment, and then turned to the back of Chen Ye's head.

Chen Ye didn't turn around, but the corners of his mouth curved slightly: "Then we won't attack the mirror next time, let's see how long those two teams can hold out."

His team is indeed the strongest. Zhao Hai has added all his free attributes to strength, so his strength attribute is not much lower than his.

Wen Ning was naturally no weakling either.

Even if the other four members of their team are at a lower level, their overall combat strength is still much stronger than the other two teams.

It's just that the trial has only just begun and we haven't exerted our full strength yet. After all, the trial lasts for three days, and it's very important to use the potions properly.

Zhao Hai's lips slowly curved into a smile.

"Let's go, keep up."

Chen Ye quickened his pace.

The distance between the seven-person team and the two teams in front of them was reduced from nearly thirty meters to less than ten meters.

Gu Qinghuan, who was at the back, quickened her pace, keeping a distance of about five meters from Chen Ye's group.

The procession continued along the mirrored streets.

The mirrored walls of the buildings on both sides reflected countless distorted images under the gray-white skylight.

The sky, the ground, the buildings, the figures—all the images overlapped together, creating a dazzling spectacle.

"here we go again."

Chen Ye's voice came from the front of the group.

He didn't stop walking; his gaze was already fixed on the mirrored exterior wall of a building on the left side of the street.

A faceless figure emerged from the depths of the mirror, like a corpse rising from the bottom of the water.

Then more faceless people poured out from the mirrored walls on both sides.

"Form ranks!"

Chen Ye's voice boomed through the street.

He stopped in his tracks, raised the Demon-Slaying Halberd from his side, its tip pointing forward.

Zhao Hai stood to his right, the silver-gray metallic sheen of his fists spreading from his fingertips to his entire forearm.

Wen Ning stood to Chen Ye's left, took her hands out of her pockets and let them hang at her sides, with a faint layer of black mist swirling around her palms.

The three people stood in a triangle.

Qin Zhaoyang retreated to the inside of the triangle, holding the crossbow in his hand, with three short arrows already loaded.

Zhou Yating stood next to Qin Zhaoyang, a layer of ice-blue light shimmering on the tip of her right finger.

Wang Shuo and Li Zheng stood back to back in the center of the triangle, one holding an axe and the other a short knife, their eyes scanning back and forth in the three directions, ready to fill in at any time.

The first faceless man lunged forward.

It mimics Zhao Hai's physique, its right fist striking from the side, tearing through the air with a low, whistling sound.

Zhao Hai's right fist also met the attack head-on, the silver-gray iron fist colliding directly with the faceless man's fist.

"Bang--!"

A dull thud echoed through the street.

The Faceless Man's wrist was bent and fractured in the collision.

Zhao Hai's left fist followed immediately, striking the faceless man's head.

The iron fist, with three times the force, dented a large chunk of the blank, smooth surface. The faceless man's body leaned backward, and Zhao Hai's right fist followed up, slamming into its chest.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After three punches, the faceless man's chest caved in in the shape of a fist, and transparent liquid gushed out from the crack. Its body swayed twice and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

At the same time, the battle on Chen Ye's side also began.

Three faceless men pounced on him from three directions at the same time.

The Demon-Slaying Halberd spun half a circle in his hand, its tip drawing an arc in the air.

A spear pierced the head of the first faceless man, the tip of the spear emerging from the back of his skull, spraying out transparent liquid.

Immediately afterwards, he clenched his left fist, a faint golden halo appeared on his fist, and unleashed a powerful punch, smashing the faceless head of the second faceless man. The force of the punch did not diminish as it landed on the chest of the third faceless man.

"boom!"

The terrifying burst of 150 points of power caused the third faceless man's body to explode.

He killed two faceless men with a single punch.

Chen Ye shook his head. Using the skill was a bit of a waste, like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

He glanced sideways at Wen Ning's direction.

Black energy swirled around Wen Ning's hands, and three black spikes, seemingly formed from shadows, burst forth from the ground around her, their tips trembling slightly.

With a wave of her hands, the three dark, sharp spikes suddenly lengthened and darted out like serpents, leaving only three blurry afterimages.

The shadow spikes pierced the chests of the three faceless men rushing towards them with pinpoint accuracy. With a flick of her wrist, Wen Ning sent the three faceless men flying high into the air, tracing an arc before crashing heavily to the ground in the distance.

The three faceless figures froze simultaneously, then, like machines that had lost power, became completely still.

Qin Zhaoyang continued to fire his explosive arrows.

One after another, short arrows, enveloped in a pale red glow, accurately struck the heads of the faceless men who tried to approach.

The explosions resounded densely in the streets. Although they were unlikely to be fatal in one hit, they effectively slowed down the pace of their attack, creating opportunities for Chen Ye, Zhao Hai, and Wen Ning to kill them.

Zhou Yating's ice arrows continued to deal damage.

Ice-blue arrows shot from her fingertips, precisely striking the wounds that had already been blasted open by Qin Zhaoyang's explosive arrows. Ice crystals exploded inside the wounds, tearing the bodies of the faceless men apart from the inside.

Wang Shuo and Li Zheng do not have a chance to make a move for the time being.

"We're going to be observing the whole thing."

Wang Shuo slung the axe over his shoulder and scanned Chen Ye, Zhao Hai, and Wen Ning with his eyes.

Li Zheng glanced at him sideways and said, "Being an OB is fine, it's better than dragging the team down."

At the front, Su Jin and Lei Xing's teams were also fighting against groups of faceless men.