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

Su Jin slashed down with his long sword again and again, and crescent-shaped blade waves roared out. As the blade waves swept past, the faceless man was split in the middle, and the two halves of his body fell to the sides, each slash clean and swift.

But her four teammates weren't so relaxed.

The number of faceless people is increasing, pouring out of the mirrored walls on both sides of the street in waves.

One of the team members was attacked by three faceless men at the same time. His long sword struck one of the faceless men's shoulders, and the blade got stuck in the shoulder blade and he couldn't pull it out.

Another faceless hand reached out from the side, fingers spread, aiming straight for his neck.

Su Jin dodged from the side, slashing horizontally with his long sword, the blade slicing through the faceless man's wrist.

A transparent liquid splattered out, and the faceless man's hand broke off at the wrist, falling to the ground, still twitching slightly.

Lei Xing's physique demonstrated an overwhelming advantage in this head-on confrontation. His skin turned a dark black during the battle, like a natural armor covering his entire body, so the Faceless Man's attacks did not hurt him at all.

However, Lei Xing's attack power is not very high, and it takes him much longer to kill a Faceless Man compared to the other S-class combatants.

Li Tianran's situation was similar to Lei Xing's; he relied on his speed advantage to avoid damage, and his dagger thrusts were incredibly fast.

Each stab could precisely pierce the faceless man's head or neck, but his attack power was also limited; it often took four or five stabs to kill a faceless man.

Although the three team members were of a high level, they lacked powerful talents and skills. Faced with monsters of this strength, they could only barely maintain the front line through teamwork and tactics.

The number of Faceless Men is still increasing.

The faceless figures emerged from the mirrored wall at an increasingly faster pace.

There are so many faceless people on the streets that it's impossible to count them all.

Su Jin's blade cleaved open the head of a faceless man, then he turned to look in Lei Xing's direction, his voice piercing through the cacophony of battle: "Lei Xing, there are too many of them! Go and smash the mirror!"

Lei Xing smashed a faceless man in front of him with a punch, glanced at Su Jin, and then looked at the mirrored walls from which faceless men were still pouring out.

"Li Tianran!"

He shouted.

Li Tianran darted out of the encirclement of the faceless men, his two daggers flashing in his hands as he slashed the throats of two faceless men who were trying to intercept him, and charged toward the nearest mirrored wall.

Lei Xing simultaneously slammed into a mirrored wall on the other side of the street.

The moment his body slammed into the mirrored wall, it was like an out-of-control truck crashing into a glass wall.

"boom--!"

The entire mirrored wall shattered under his impact, with shards of glass flying in all directions.

Without pausing for a moment, Lei Xing rushed toward the other, still unbroken, mirrored wall.

Li Tianran's dagger pierced the mirrored wall, and the moment the tip of the dagger cut into the mirror, cracks spread outwards from the point of penetration.

He twisted his wrist, causing the dagger to swirl inside the mirror, spreading the cracks into a spiderweb pattern. Then he pulled out the dagger and kicked the already cracked mirror.

"Splash—!"

The entire mirror wall is broken.

Chen Ye glanced in the direction of his team. Wen Ning and Zhao Hai were still dealing stable damage, Qin Zhaoyang and Zhou Yating's ranged attacks had not stopped, and Wang Shuo and Li Zheng were still standing in the center of the triangle, observing without any danger.

He withdrew his gaze, ignoring the mirrors, and continued accumulating points.

The mirrors on both sides of the street were shattered one by one by Su Jin, Lei Xing, and Li Tianran. The battle continued, and the number of faceless men on the street was decreasing.

When the last Faceless Man was pierced through the head by Chen Ye's Demon-Slaying Halberd, the street fell silent for a moment.

Gravel and broken glass were scattered on the mirrored floor tiles, reflecting the grayish-white light of the sky. The faceless corpses lay scattered all over the street.

Lei Xing strode over from the other side of the street, his dark skin slowly returning to its original color.

Li Tianran followed behind him.

"Why didn't you break the mirror just now?"

Lei Xing walked up to Chen Ye and stopped, his tone carrying a hint of questioning.

Chen Ye planted the Demon-Slaying Halberd on the ground, glanced at Lei Xing, and said, "I think we can handle the numbers. There's no need to break the mirror so early. Maybe we can get some survival marks by defeating more Faceless Men, right?"

Lei Xing's lips twitched.

He knew that phrase well.

Half an hour ago, he said the same thing, and now Chen Ye has returned the same words to him verbatim, even with the same tone. It really is a case of karma coming quickly.

Li Tianran's lips curved slightly when he heard this, but he didn't say anything.

Qin Zhaoyang squatted on the ground behind Chen Ye, took out a bottle of water from his storage space, unscrewed the cap and took a sip. His gaze swept across Lei Xing's face and then quickly returned to his own.

Wang Shuo planted his axe on the ground, placed his hands on the top of the axe handle, and glanced at Li Zheng.

The two looked at each other without saying a word, but their eyes both held the same sense of joy.

Zhao Hai's face remained expressionless, showing neither smugness nor mockery.

Wen Ning's gaze fell on Chen Ye's profile, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously twitched. At this moment, she felt more and more that joining Chen Ye's team was the right choice.

"There's something wrong with Su Jin's team ahead."

Gu Qinghuan walked up from the back of the line. She didn't look at anyone; her gaze was fixed on Su Jin's group in front of her.

After saying that, she didn't stop and walked right past the crowd.

Chen Ye's gaze followed the direction Gu Qinghuan had walked and looked ahead.

Su Jin's team stopped about fifty meters ahead on the street, with four team members standing behind her. But Chen Ye noticed that there were two identical people standing opposite Su Jin.

His brow furrowed slightly.

"Let's go take a look."

He picked up the Demon-Slaying Halberd and strode towards Su Jin's group.

Zhao Hai followed on his right, Wen Ning walked on his left, and Qin Zhaoyang and the other three followed behind.

The group of seven quickly moved toward Su Jin.

Lei Xing and Li Tianran followed.

Gu Qinghuan had already walked to the side of Su Jin's group. She stood about five meters away from Su Jin, her gaze fixed on the two people in front of Su Jin. Even with her spiritual perception, she could not distinguish between the real and the fake.

Chen Ye walked to the side of Su Jin's group and stopped.

The two women in front of me were the same height and build, wearing identical dark gray tactical jackets, with the same hair length, and even their standing postures were exactly the same.

The two faces, with identical features, contours, and expressions, looked as if they were carved from the same mold.

Su Jin stood about three meters in front of the two men, his silver-white longsword hanging at his side with the tip pointing to the ground.

Her brows furrowed, her gaze sweeping back and forth between the two identical faces.

Four team members stood behind her, their expressions shifting from confusion to tension. Some gripped their weapons tightly, while others instinctively took a half-step back.

"How...how come there are two Yang Qings?"

A bespectacled boy behind Su Jin blurted out, his voice filled with obvious disbelief.

Both Yang Qings glanced at him at the same time, then looked away and returned their gaze to Su Jin.