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

Chen Ye raised his head, his gaze stretching forward along the street.

At the end of the street, the view suddenly opened up, and a square appeared in front of us.

The square is paved with mirrored tiles, reflecting the gray-white sky beneath your feet, giving you the illusion of walking in the void.

The facades of the buildings surrounding the square are also covered with mirrored material.

In the center of the square stands a huge oval mirror, about ten meters high and three meters wide, with a black metal frame and intricate relief patterns on the surface.

The mirror surface was smooth as a mirror, but what it reflected was not the buildings across the square, but a chaotic gray expanse.

The mirror was the same shape as the one they had guarded all night, only several times larger.

Above the mirror, a line of silver-white numbers floated in mid-air.

[23/100]

He didn't linger on that line of numbers, because there were still three people standing in the square.

Chen Ye's gaze fell on the three people.

The three people stood in the center of the square, slightly to the right, maintaining a distance of about five meters from each other, forming a loose triangle.

Standing at the apex of the triangle was a man in his thirties.

He was wearing a black leather jacket with a slit at the hem, revealing a white lining underneath.

He held a machete in his right hand, the blade stained with dark red blood. Drops of blood dripped down the blade and landed on the mirrored floor tiles, making a soft, crackling sound.

Above his head, a silver-white six-pointed star cursor hovered and slowly rotated.

Five meters away, a man and a woman were facing him.

The man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, wearing a dark gray windbreaker, and holding a silver iron rod as tall as a person.

The woman looked younger, around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, wearing a black hoodie and holding a dagger with a pale green glow in her right hand.

All three men were injured. There were seven or eight corpses lying haphazardly on the ground around them, some of which were still bleeding from their wounds, indicating that they had just died.

The three people in the square almost simultaneously turned their gazes toward Chen Ye's group.

The man in the leather jacket glanced over Chen Ye's group, moving from the six-pointed star above Chen Ye's head to Wen Ning's head, and then to Zhao Hai's head.

His expression changed.

Chen Ye's team stood still, neither advancing nor retreating, simply watching them.

The man in the leather jacket withdrew his gaze and looked back at the man and woman in front of him: "Looks like I'm going to die here today. Wu Kai, Li Yun, you two treacherous dogs, you'll die with me today!"

Wu Kai and Li Yun did not respond.

Their gazes swept over Chen Ye's group before simultaneously returning to the man in the leather jacket.

Wu Kai's expression was much more complex than the man in the leather jacket's; it showed tension, alertness, and a hesitation that was both a desire to retreat and a reluctance to give up.

He wanted to kill the man in the leather jacket to obtain the mark. They weren't sure if the team with three survival marks would intervene. In this death game where survival was the only objective, everything was unpredictable.

But the man in the leather jacket didn't give them any more time to hesitate.

He slammed his right leg into the ground, and his whole body shot towards the two of them like a cannonball.

He twirled the machete halfway through his hand, the blade reflecting a cold white light in the grayish-white sunlight.

He wasn't particularly fast, but he had plenty of power.

Wu Kai reacted quickly, dodging the leather-clad man's first slash as the silver iron rod slammed down.

The man in the leather jacket changed direction in mid-air, holding the blade horizontally in front of him to take the blow head-on.

"clang--!"

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed across the square.

The iron rod struck the blade of the machete, sending sparks flying.

The man in the leather jacket swayed slightly, but did not retreat.

While blocking, his left hand clenched into a fist, passing under the blade and aiming straight for Wu Kai's chest.

"Bang--!"

Wu Kai grunted and staggered back several steps, his feet scraping against the ground with a screeching sound, almost falling over.

Li Yun's attack arrived at the same time the gray-clad man was repelled; the dagger in her hand suddenly stabbed towards the leather-clad man's neck.

As the man in the leather jacket dodged, he raised his long knife again and charged towards Wu Kai.

The machete cleaved down from above, its blade tearing through the air with a sharp, whistling sound.

Wu Kai raised his iron rod to block.

"clang--!"

The iron rod was pressed down by the blade, and Wu Kai's arms were trembling slightly. The man in the leather jacket was much stronger than him.

"You want my mark? Come on!"

The man in the leather jacket forced out his voice through clenched teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead bulging.

Wu Kai gritted his teeth and desperately braced himself against the iron bar, but his knees were slowly bending.

Li Yun rushed over from the side, her dagger aimed at the leather-clad man's waist.

The man in the leather jacket seemed to have seen through her attack pattern.

Just as Li Yun was about to stab him, his left hand precisely grabbed Li Yun's wrist.

"Snap—!"

The sound of bones cracking echoed across the square.

Li Yun's right wrist was crushed by the man in the leather jacket.

The man in the leather jacket did not give Li Yun a chance to escape.

He pulled the machete away from Wu Kai's iron rod, spun half a circle, and the blade sliced ​​across Li Yun's neck.

"puff--!"

Blood spurted from Li Yun's neck, drawing a dark red arc in the grayish-white sunlight.

Li Yun's body stiffened for a moment, then went limp like a machine that had lost power, collapsing to the ground. Her eyes were still open, the light in her pupils rapidly fading.

When Wu Kai saw his companion being killed, he turned and ran, but he was no match for the man in the leather jacket on his own.

The man in the leather jacket didn't pursue her, or rather, he didn't have the energy to.

He stood there, panting heavily, his machete hanging by his side, the tip pointing to the ground, blood dripping down the blade.

He then looked in Chen Ye's direction and smiled contemptuously: "You want my mark of survival too? Dream on."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, reversed the blade of the machete, and aimed the tip at his own throat. The blade cut into his throat, and blood spurted out from the wound.

The man in the leather jacket suddenly stiffened.

The machete slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

His knees bent, his body leaned forward, and he fell like a sculpture whose support had been removed, crashing onto the mirrored floor tiles with a dull thud.

Blood gushed from the wound in his throat, spreading rapidly across the mirrored floor tiles. The dark red blood reflected the gray-white sky, like a blood-stained mirror.

His eyes were still open, the light in his pupils rapidly fading, but the contemptuous smile on his lips remained frozen in the moment of death.

The silver six-pointed star above his head began to shatter, turning into tiny specks of light that dissipated into the air.

The traces of his survival vanished completely with the man in the leather jacket's suicide.

At the edge of the square, Qin Zhaoyang's eyes widened, his voice trembling: "He...how could he...commit suicide!"