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

At this moment, the giant sword mirror guard that Jiang Ning was attacking was already teetering on the brink of collapse.

The armor of the Greatsword Mirror Guard was covered with arrows, and a hole had been shot through the armor at his throat, from which silvery-white liquid was constantly gushing out.

Jiang Ning's last arrow entered through the hole in its throat, piercing through its entire neck. The arrow exited from the back of its neck and embedded itself in the ground behind it.

The Mirror Guard's body stiffened abruptly, the greatsword slipping from his hand and crashing to the ground with a dull metallic clang. His silver-white body swayed twice before collapsing with a thud.

A six-pointed star cursor was slowly forming above Jiang Ning's head.

The second to fall was the dual-dagger guard who was surrounded by more than twenty people.

The Twin-Dagger Guardian's speed decreased more and more under the siege, and his body was covered with wounds of all sizes, from which silvery-white liquid seeped out.

It darted left and right through the crowd, its two daggers drawing silvery arcs in the air, but the interval between each swing was longer than the last, and the accuracy of each stab was worse than the last.

It can't hold on any longer.

In the crowd, a man dressed in black seized the opportunity. His long sword pierced through the back of the guard, the tip emerging from his chest.

The mirror guard froze, and the two daggers slipped from his hands and fell to the ground.

The silver-white armor began to shatter from the core, cracks spreading to the limbs, and the entire body crumbled like porcelain, with fragments scattered all over the ground.

Above the man in black's head, a silver six-pointed star cursor slowly appeared.

He suddenly retreated, and before anyone could react, he had already created a distance of more than ten meters between himself and the crowd.

"He took the survival mark! Chase after him!"

I don't know who shouted it.

Seven or eight people turned around almost at the same time and rushed toward the man in black. Their footsteps exploded rapidly on the mirrored floor tiles and quickly disappeared around the corner of the street.

The remaining dozen or so people stood still, looking around, their eyes scanning back and forth between the remaining battlefields.

They dared not approach the battlefields of Chen Ye, Su Jin, and Lei Xing's teams.

Jiang Ning's guards have already fallen.

So the dozen or so people split into two groups.

One wave rushed towards the Iron Rod Mirror Guard that Wang Ze and Xia Yan were attacking, while another wave rushed towards the Steel Whip Mirror Guard that the tall, thin man and Hu Jie were attacking.

The Iron Rod Mirror Guard was already teetering on the brink of collapse within Wang Ze's gravity field.

Its speed was suppressed to the extreme, and each step required four or five times more effort than usual. It took nearly ten seconds for the iron rod to be raised and lowered before being raised again.

Xia Yan's figure flickered around it, and each time the two daggers fell, they left a new wound on its body.

Seven or eight people rushed into Wang Ze's gravity field from different directions.

The moment they entered the force field, their bodies sank sharply downwards, as if an invisible hand had pressed down on each of their shoulders, their speed decreased drastically, and their steps became heavy.

Wang Ze glanced at them, his brows furrowing slightly, but he didn't speak. The gravity field maintained its suppression of the Iron Rod Mirror Guards, while also suppressing those who rushed in.

Xia Yan's attack rhythm suddenly accelerated.

The two daggers flew through her hands, thrusting and pulling back, each strike landing precisely on the cracked gaps in the Iron Rod Mirror Guard's armor.

Silvery-white liquid gushed from every wound, and the Mirror Guard's body swayed more and more violently.

On the Steel Whip Mirror Guard's side, when those seven or eight people rushed over, Hu Jie immediately gave up attacking the Mirror Guard.

His body sprang aside from the side of the mirror guard, his machete twirled half a circle in his hand with the blade facing outwards, and he tapped the ground several times in quick succession before shooting off like a cannonball toward the person at the front.

His speed was astonishing, a stark contrast to his previous performance.

The person at the very front suddenly contracted his pupils; he tried to dodge, but it was too late.

Hu Jie swung his machete upwards, the blade cutting into his abdomen, slicing from his left rib to his right shoulder, creating a gash more than a meter long in his chest.

Blood spurted out, the man's body stiffened for a moment, and then, as if all his strength had been drained, he collapsed limply to the ground.

Without pausing, Hu Jie changed direction in mid-air with his machete, switching from a slash to a horizontal sweep. The blade sliced ​​open the second man's throat, and blood gushed from the wound on his neck. The man clutched his throat with both hands, knelt on the ground, and fell forward, his face slamming into the mirrored floor tiles.

In less than a minute, Hu Jie killed two people, which was quite ruthless.

Everyone else stopped in their tracks; no one rushed forward.

Everyone stood about twenty meters away from the Steel Whip Mirror Guard, looking at the two corpses on the ground that were still bleeding. Their Adam's apples bobbed, but no one spoke.

Hu Jie stood beside the corpse, the blade of his machete stained with dark red blood. Blood droplets dripped down the blade, making a soft rustling sound as they landed on the mirrored floor tiles.

He turned his head to look at the people who had stopped, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved up, revealing an undisguised ferocity in his smile.

The tall, thin man continued his attack on the steel-whip-wielding mirror guard, his long sword slashing repeatedly at the guard's neck, the blade cutting deeper and deeper into the gaps in his armor.

The mirror guard's body was shaking violently, and the steel whip slipped from his hand, falling to the ground with a dull metallic clang.

A six-pointed star cursor slowly appeared above the tall, thin man's head.

After obtaining the survival mark, he let out a long breath and turned to look at Hu Jie: "Old Hu, thanks. I didn't expect you to be so ruthless."

Hu Jie sheathed his knife, casually flicking the blood droplets from the blade onto the ground. He didn't reply to the tall, thin man.

Jiang Ning's gaze fell on Hu Jie from behind, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she were re-examining the man.

Hu Jie's fighting prowess was far greater than he had anticipated.

Those two slashes were fast and accurate, and the reaction was quick enough. Among these fifty-odd people, he would at least rank in the top ten.

But what Jiang Ning didn't understand was why Hu Jie wanted to help the tall, thin guy.

Given the combat prowess Hu Jie just displayed, he could easily kill the Steel Whip Mirror Guard and obtain the survival mark on his own.

Jiang Ning shifted her gaze from Hu Jie to Wang Ze and Xia Yan.

Within Wang Ze's gravitational field, the Iron Rod Mirror Guard was on the verge of death.

The Mirror Guard's armor was covered with wounds from daggers, and silvery-white liquid seeped out from each wound. Every swing of its staff was like a struggle in a swamp.

Xia Yan's figure flickered around it, each flicker accompanied by a precise thrust, each thrust landing precisely on the cracked gaps in the Iron Rod Mirror Guard's armor.

Her speed increased, and the frequency of her flashes became higher and higher. It was as if three or four Xia Yans appeared around the Iron Rod Mirror Guard at the same time, and daggers pierced its body from all angles.