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

Su Jin led four team members to charge at the Mirror Guards wielding halberds.

Lei Xing and Li Tianran led three team members to charge at the Mirror Guard who was holding a flails.

The other teams also selected their respective targets.

Jiang Ning stood at the back of the crowd, longbow in hand, bowstring taut.

His gaze swept quickly among the seven mirror guards, finally settling on the one wielding a greatsword.

The bowstring vibrated.

An arrow enveloped in a pale blue halo shot through the air and precisely embedded itself in the seam between the helmet and armor of the Greatsword Mirror Guard, penetrating nearly a third of the way.

The Greatsword Mirror Guardian swayed slightly, and the greatsword rose from his right side, its blade as wide as a door panel.

It turned towards Jiang Ning and walked towards him, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Jiang Ning did not back down.

One arrow after another was fired from his hand.

Huang Xuan stood behind Jiang Ning, his arms crossed over his chest. He had no intention of making a move; he had already obtained the survival mark and did not need to take any further risks.

Li Jiahao stood at a greater distance, at least fifty meters from the nearest battlefield, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the seven battlefields, his expression as calm as that of an observer.

Wang Ze and Xia Yan also started moving at this moment.

They charged toward the Mirror Guard wielding an iron rod. The Mirror Guard held the rod with both hands, the rod held horizontally in front of him, his posture as steady as a pine tree.

Wang Ze stopped about ten meters away from the Mirror Guard, and slashed his long sword at the Iron Rod Mirror Guard in the air. The gravity field instantly enveloped the Iron Rod Mirror Guard.

Xia Yan's figure disappeared from Wang Ze's side. The next second, she appeared behind the Iron Rod Mirror Guard, and simultaneously stabbed two daggers into the gaps in the guard's knee joint armor.

After striking successfully, she disappeared again, then reappeared, the dagger piercing the same spot from another angle.

Iron Rod Mirror Guard tried to turn around and attack Xia Yan, but Wang Ze's gravity field pinned it firmly in place, requiring three or four times more effort to turn around each time.

On the other side, the tall, thin man, Hu Jie, and Jian Lan rushed towards the Mirror Guard wielding a steel whip.

The steel whip is composed of segments of metal rings, and the whip itself is about two and a half meters long, ending in a sharp, conical spike. Mirror Guard holds the whip in his right hand, the whip dragging on the ground like a silver-white snake.

The tall, thin man swung his machete straight at the Mirror Guard's head, the blade tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

Jingwei turned his head to dodge, then swung his right arm sharply, sending the steel whip bouncing off the ground. The whip traced an arc in the air, its cone-shaped tip heading straight for the tall, thin man's face.

The tall, thin man's pupils suddenly contracted, and his body jerked backward. The spiky hair grazed the tip of his nose, and the wind it generated made his cheek sting.

He staggered back two steps, steadied himself, and glanced at Hu Jie.

Hu Jie cut in from the side. His machete slashed upwards, the blade cutting into the gap in the mirror guard's waist armor, the tip penetrating nearly five centimeters, and silvery-white liquid seeped from the wound.

The guard swayed slightly, retracted his steel whip, and the whip swept across Hu Jie's side.

Hu Jie dodged to the side, the end of the whip grazing his clothes, leaving a sharp screech in the air.

Jian Lan's strength was much weaker than that of the tall, thin man and Hu Jie, so she could only hover on the edge, trying to find an opportunity.

The remaining twenty-odd men attacked the last Mirror Guard wielding two daggers.

The Twin-Dagger Mirror Guard is slightly smaller than the other six, but faster.

Its two daggers were twirled in its hands, the blades narrow and thin, the edges as sharp as razors.

More than twenty people rushed toward it from all directions, unleashing a barrage of weapons at once.

The Twin-Dagger Guardian was incredibly fast, weaving through the crowd, its twin daggers drawing silvery-white arcs in the air.

But no one backed down, because they all lacked that survival mark, and this Mirror Guardian seemed to be the easiest of the seven to obtain.

Of the seven battlefields, Chen Ye's side was the quietest.

Because the Twin Hammer Mirror Guards had already been captured alive by Chen Ye and Zhao Hai.

Chen Ye and Zhao Hai each grabbed one of Jing Wei's arms and pinned him to the ground.

"Wang Shuo, Li Zheng, come here!"

Chen Ye shouted to Wang Shuo and Li Zheng in front of him.

Wang Shuo and Li Zheng exchanged a glance and rushed forward at the same time.

Chen Ye: "Knock it on the head!"

Wang Shuo swung his axe, the blade cleaving down from above, striking the top of the Mirror Guard's helmet.

"clang--!"

A loud metallic clang rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.

Only a faint white mark remained on the Mirror Guard's helmet, as if a fingernail had been lightly scratched on the metal surface.

Wang Shuo's lips twitched, his hands went numb from the recoil, and his tiger's mouth throbbed with pain.

Li Zheng picked up the short knife, gripped the handle with both hands, pointed the blade downwards, and forcefully stabbed it into the white mark on the Mirror Guard's helmet.

"clang--!"

The same metallic clang, the same sparks flying. The tip of the dagger left a deeper mark on the white scar, but still failed to penetrate the armor.

Their attack power is too low.

They are only level 6 and have no powerful skills. When facing two-star elite monsters, their attacks cannot even break through their defenses.

Wang Shuo gritted his teeth, raised the axe again, and chopped down once more.

"Clang—clang—clang—"

One metallic clang after another, sparks flying everywhere.

On the Mirror Guard's helmet, the white mark had finally turned into a shallow crack after repeated slashes, but the crack was less than a millimeter deep, far from breaking through the armor.

Li Zheng's short knife continued to stab, the tip of the blade landing precisely in the same spot each time, but the effect was minimal.

"This won't do, it's too slow."

Chen Ye raised his left fist and slammed it down on the helmet of the Double Hammer Mirror Guard.

This punch didn't use a powerful cannon; it was just an ordinary punch, a normal punch with 50 points of basic strength. Yet, its power far exceeded the full-force strikes of Wang Shuo and Li Zheng.

His fist slammed into the Mirror Guard's helmet.

"boom--!"

A dull thud resounded, and a long crack spread outwards from the point of impact on the Mirror Guard's helmet, extending from the top of his head to the back of his head, and from the left to the right, like a spider web spread across the silvery-white metal surface.

Silvery-white liquid seeped from the cracks and flowed down the curve of the helmet.

"That's good now, hit it hard!"

Chen Ye withdrew his fist, having only thrown one punch, fearing he might accidentally kill the Mirror Guard.

Wang Shuo and Li Zheng exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.

Wang Shuo raised his axe again, this time aiming at the densest part of the cracks Chen Ye had created. He gritted his teeth, tensed the muscles in his arms to the extreme, and put all his strength into this one axe strike.

"clang--!"

This time the sound was different from before; it was no longer a crisp metallic clang, but rather a muffled thud, like a hammer striking cracked porcelain.

The cracks expanded to both sides under the impact of the axe blade, and silvery-white liquid gushed out from the expanding cracks.

Li Zheng's short knife followed closely, the tip embedding itself deep into the crack. He gripped the hilt with both hands and pried hard, the blade widening the crack.

The two continued hammering, taking turns striking the blade. The axe and dagger fell alternately, their clanging sounds echoing across the battlefield, like two blacksmiths working together to forge a weapon.

The mirror guard was pinned down by Chen Ye and Zhao Hai, and could only let the two gua sha experts tap and pat it on the head.