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

The battle between Lei Xing and Li Tianran was also unsurprising.

The Meteor Hammer Mirror Guard was completely overwhelmed by Lei Xing, whose dark gray fists pounded into the Mirror Guard's breastplate one after another, leaving a shallow dent in the silver-white armor with each punch.

Li Tianran cut in from the side, his two daggers piercing the gaps in the mirror guard's knee armor, pinning him to the spot.

Seizing the opportunity, Liu Wei, a member of Lei Xing's team, thrust his long sword through the gap in Jing Wei's neck armor, piercing his entire neck. Jing Wei's body stiffened abruptly, then he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Above Liu Wei's head, a silver-white six-pointed star cursor slowly appeared.

He let out a long breath and turned to look at Lei Xing: "Boss, thanks."

Lei Xing waved his hand without saying a word.

Four of the five Mirror Guards fell.

Then the longsword-wielding mirror guard also collapsed to the ground; this mirror guard was literally piled up and killed.

Besides Zhao Hai, Huang Xuan, the tall and thin guy, and Jian Lan, there were many other teams on the periphery hoping to snag a bargain. They couldn't get involved with the other four Mirror Guards, so they could only try their luck.

However, Huang Xuan ultimately obtained the survival mark.

Huang Xuan's lips slowly curved into a smile. He turned his head and glanced at Zhao Hai, his eyes filled with smugness.

Zhao Hai didn't look at him. The silver-gray luster on his fists slowly faded. He turned his head to look at Wang Shuo and Li Zheng, who were standing not far away.

"It's okay, Hai-ge. There are still seven mirrors. Even if we still can't get those seven mirrors, we still have one day to fight the Faceless Man."

Wang Shuo grinned, a smile tinged with bitterness and helplessness.

Li Zheng didn't speak, but simply put the dagger back into the leather sheath at his waist and turned his head to look elsewhere.

The entire room fell silent.

More than fifty people stood still.

Only one person died in the chaotic battle; he wasn't killed by the Mirror Guards, but by Jiang Ning's arrow.

The man who had been shot through the chest by Jiang Ning's arrow was still lying on the ground, his blood pooling on the mirrored floor tiles, spreading a large patch of dark red that reflected the gray-white sky.

The man whose thigh had been pierced by a bullet had already healed with a recovery potion. He stood at the back of the crowd, his gaze fixed on Jiang Ning, a deep fear in his eyes, a fear even more intense than when facing a monster.

Huang Xuan looked at the line of tasks on his trial panel, and couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

The tall, thin man stood beside him, his expression grim, his gaze shifting back and forth between the corpses of the mirror guards and the remaining seven mirrors.

Wang Ze and Xia Yan did not participate in the battle just now because there was no good opportunity.

Li Jiahao didn't make a move either, not because he didn't want to, but because his attacks wouldn't even scratch the surface for the Mirror Guards, and might even cost them their lives.

He has already demonstrated his value. If Jiang Ning values ​​him, she will do her best to get him a survival mark. If Jiang Ning thinks he has no value, then Mirror City will be his last stop.

Hu Jie was another one who didn't make a move.

Chen Ye's team regrouped, and this time they obtained two marks, which can be considered a great success.

He planted his spear on the ground and turned his head to look in Su Jin's direction.

Su Jinzheng sheathed his long sword and walked towards him with four team members.

Lei Xing and Li Tianran also walked over from the other side.

Lei Xing's skin has returned to its normal color, and the blackish-gray sheen has completely faded.

Li Tianran walked to his right, his two daggers already twirling twice in his hands before being sheathed back in their leather sheaths at his waist.

The three teams reunited.

Su Jin's gaze swept over the four people in her team. The six-pointed star above Yang Qing's head made her breathe a slight sigh of relief, but the heads of the other three were still empty.

She turned her gaze away from Chen Ye: "There are still seven mirrors left, shall we continue?"

"Um... wait a minute, the one I killed dropped some items, I'll go pick them up."

Qin Zhaoyang jogged all the way to the corpse of the spear-wielding guard.

Wen Ning followed closely behind Qin Zhaoyang.

Qin Zhaoyang bent down and picked up the silver key from the light shield, then brought up the item information panel.

[A Silver Treasure Chest Key can be used to open a Silver Item Chest.]

"Brother Ye, it's Bai..."

Qin Zhaoyang stopped halfway through his speech.

Because he noticed that the surrounding teams were all focused on him, or rather, on the survival mark above his head.

However, no one dared to make a move. They had all witnessed Chen Ye's strength just now; he was enough to clear the area by himself, which deterred other teams from advancing.

"We'll talk about it when we get back."

Wen Ning smiled slightly.

"Um."

Qin Zhaoyang put the silver key back into his storage space.

The two returned to the group.

Qin Zhaoyang took out the silver key and handed it to Chen Ye: "Brother Ye, you can open the treasure chest now."

"No rush."

Chen Ye took the silver key and put it into his storage space.

Qin Zhaoyang is truly his lucky star; judging from the drop rates, the drop rate of keys is definitely much lower than that of treasure chests.

He now has two treasure chests, and Zhao Hai also has one treasure chest, but the only key is the one Qin Zhaoyang just obtained.

Lei Xing turned his gaze away from the remaining seven mirrors: "There are still seven mirrors left. With the current number of people, we can wipe them out in one go. Each of our three teams can at least get another survival mark."

Wen Ning stood beside Chen Ye, glanced at Qin Zhaoyang and Zhou Yating, then at Wang Shuo and Li Zheng: "Leave Zhaoyang and Yating to me. You and Zhao Hai take Wang Shuo and Li Zheng to fight one, and you should be able to get a survival mark."

Chen Ye nodded slightly: "Let's go straight for it. The rest of these people probably can't wait any longer."

The moment he finished speaking, the eyes of all the surrounding teams turned to the seven silent mirrors.

Some gripped their weapons tightly, some took a half step forward, and some looked back at their teammates and exchanged glances.

Chen Ye, Su Jin, and Lei Xing's teams started walking almost simultaneously toward the remaining seven mirrors.

Other teams followed suit.

The moment everyone stepped into the ten-meter radius, the surfaces of the seven mirrors churned simultaneously.

A gray, chaotic light spread from the center of the mirror outwards, while the embossed patterns on the edges of the frame glowed with a dim light.

Seven 2.5-meter-tall, silver-white figures emerged from the mirror. Their heavy armor reflected a cold metallic luster under the grayish-white light, and their full-face helmets turned in unison towards the crowd.

Seven Mirror Guards, seven different weapons.

Double hammers, greatsword, iron rod, steel whip, double daggers, halberd, flail.

Chen Ye's gaze locked onto the Mirror Guard wielding two hammers.

The hammerheads of the twin hammers were as large as buckets, with fine spikes on their silvery-white surfaces. The Mirror Guard held one hammer in each hand.

Chen Ye charged forward, dragging the Demon-Slaying Halberd, the spear tip scraping against the mirror-like ground with a piercing sound.

Zhao Hai followed on his right, his fists completely metallic, the spikes on his tiger fingers gleaming coldly.

Wang Shuo ran behind Zhao Hai, axe in hand, with Li Zheng beside him, his short sword already drawn.

The four men moved towards the double-hammered mirror guards who were surrounding them.

Wen Ning, Zhou Yating, and Qin Zhaoyang remained motionless at the rear.