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

"Of course, now is not the time for Kong Rong to share pears. If we don't fight for them, there will only be fewer and fewer mirrors. Fighting for mirrors is better than killing people, right? Just drive them away."

Chen Ye's lips curved slightly. He had finally found an unwashed mirror, how could he possibly give it to someone else?

No one raised any objections.

Zhao Hai glanced at Li Zheng, who nodded slightly, his right hand already gripping the hilt of the short sword at his waist.

Wang Shuo also gripped the axe in his hand.

Wen Ning didn't speak, but took half a step closer to Qin Zhaoyang and Zhou Yating.

Chen Ye strode toward the mirror.

The others followed.

Seven people, their footsteps making soft, rustling sounds on the mirrored floor tiles, approaching slowly but surely.

Finally, someone noticed the ten-person team.

A man in a gray hoodie standing on the outermost edge of the group glanced in the direction from which the sound came, and then his body visibly stiffened.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and his gaze quickly swept over Chen Ye and his group of seven. Six of them had actually obtained the survival mark.

The man in the hoodie lowered his voice: "Boss... someone's coming."

The leader of that team turned around.

He was a man around thirty years old, of medium build, wearing a light blue denim jacket, with short hair, a square face, and a calm demeanor between his brows and eyes.

His gaze swept over Chen Ye and his group of seven, pausing briefly on each of the six silver six-pointed stars before settling on Chen Ye, who was walking at the front.

He recognized Chen Ye.

Chen Ye ranked second on the ranking list, and his name was repeatedly mentioned in the chat group, especially after the Mirror City Trial began.

Some say he killed an elite monster all by himself, some say he's not someone to mess with and it's best not to provoke him, and some even say that he killed Tang Jingxin, who was previously ranked number one on the leaderboard.

The man in the denim jacket frowned slightly, but he neither backed down nor told his teammates to move aside.

Chen Ye stopped about ten meters away from that group.

The seven people stood still, facing the ten-person team head-on.

The distance between the two sides was less than fifteen meters, and the mirror, swirling with gray chaos, was about ten meters behind that group.

Chen Ye gripped the Demon-Slaying Halberd, his gaze calmly fixed on the man in the denim jacket opposite him.

The silence lasted for about five seconds.

Then, someone from the opposing team spoke up.

"Another group is here trying to steal the monster."

The speaker was a young man in his early twenties with a buzz cut, standing half a step behind the man in the denim jacket.

He took half a step forward, slightly raised his chin, and his gaze swept over Chen Ye and his group of seven before finally settling on Chen Ye's face: "I said, six people in your team have already obtained the mark, you're just one short, can't we have this mirror?"

His tone wasn't harsh, but his matter-of-fact attitude was clear: we came first, you came later, so you should give way.

Chen Ye didn't look at him; his gaze remained fixed on the man in the denim jacket.

The man in the denim jacket didn't say anything; his gaze swept back and forth between Chen Ye and the six people behind him.

The man with the buzz cut frowned when Chen Ye ignored him, and raised his voice slightly: "I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me? Our boss has been standing here for ages, and you guys just come up and try to grab him. Don't you know about first come, first served?"

He took another half step forward, his right hand already gripping the hilt of the short knife at his waist, but he didn't draw it. He was merely making a gesture.

Qin Zhaoyang took a step forward, raised his crossbow, and pointed the arm at the crew-cut man: "First come, first served? Is your name written on this mirror? Will it answer if you call it?"

The man with the buzz cut's expression changed, and he drew his short knife halfway from his waist: "You son of a bitch..."

"Alright."

The man in the denim jacket finally spoke: "You're Chen Ye, ranked second on the leaderboard, right?"

Chen Ye nodded slightly: "It's me."

The man in the denim jacket paused for two seconds before speaking, his tone more gentle than the man with the buzz cut: "Your team is just one survival mark away, can't you give us this mirror?"

"Sorry, no."

Chen Ye's voice was calm, without provocation or threat, simply stating a fact.

He paused for a moment, then added, "You should leave as soon as possible to find other elite monsters; there's no need to waste your time here."

The man in the denim jacket frowned even more deeply.

He glanced at the mirror behind him; the gray chaos on the mirror's surface was still slowly churning, and the dim light flowed gently along the embossed patterns on the edge of the frame.

Then he looked away and looked at his teammates. Their expressions were all different; some were frowning, some were biting their lips, and some were gripping their weapons tightly.

They all saw the silver six-pointed star above Chen Ye's head and the long spear in Chen Ye's hand that shimmered with a blue light.

Chen Ye's team has six survival marks.

They were a team of ten, and they didn't have a single one.

Everyone knows what the outcome of the fight would be.

The man in the denim jacket was silent for a few seconds, then sighed. There was no anger or resentment in that sigh, only a deep sense of helplessness.

"Let's go."

After saying those three words, he turned and walked towards the other end of the street without looking back.

His teammates looked at each other, some wanting to say something, but seeing that the man in the denim jacket had already walked away, they had no choice but to follow.

The man with the buzz cut walked at the very back. When he turned around, he glared at Qin Zhaoyang fiercely and muttered something under his breath. His voice was very soft and the content was unclear, but judging from his lip movements, it wasn't something nice.

Then he followed, his footsteps fading into the distance on the mirrored floor tiles.

Qin Zhaoyang watched the group walk away, lowered his crossbow, and glanced at Chen Ye: "Brother Ye, they're gone."

Chen Ye nodded and turned to look at the mirror.

The gray chaos on the mirror surface continued to churn, and the dim light flowed slowly along the embossed patterns on the edge of the frame.

Everything is normal. The Mirror Guardian is still inside, waiting for the next person to approach it.

"Brother Hai, let's start the fight."

As Chen Ye spoke, he raised the Demon-Slaying Halberd in his hand.

Zhao Hai nodded, and his fists instantly turned metal, the spikes on his tiger-finger fists gleaming coldly.

Chen Ye strode toward the mirror.

The moment he took his first step, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

Extremely fast.

The soles of their shoes scraped violently against the mirrored floor tiles, making a sharp sound. Each landing carried their full weight and acceleration, coming from a diagonal angle behind Chen Ye and his group.

It's the guy with the buzz cut from the previous team.

He didn't leave with the group at all. Instead, after the group had gone far away, he broke away from the group on the side when they turned the first street corner. He then took an arc and came through another alley, getting behind Chen Ye and the others.

His target is Qin Zhaoyang.

No, to be more precise, his target was the silver six-pointed star above Qin Zhaoyang's head.