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

"It's already 99."

I don't know who shouted.

All eyes in the square were once again focused on that huge mirror.

The mirror stood in the very center of the square, like a door to an unknown world.

The mirror's original chaotic gray had become almost transparent, and one could vaguely see something surging behind it.

Chen Ye flipped his hand, and the Demon-Slaying Halberd appeared in his hand.

The rest of the team were also ready to enter the battle at any time.

The same applies to Su Jin and Lei Xing's teams.

Su Jin's long sword was already drawn, and her four teammates spread out in a fan shape with her at the core.

Lei Xing's skin had turned black, and its dull sheen blended almost seamlessly into the background in the night.

Li Tianran already held two daggers in his hands, with three team members following behind him, weapons in hand.

The other teams in the square also gripped their weapons tightly.

The square, which had nearly a hundred people, was as quiet as a tomb. No one spoke, and even breathing was deliberately suppressed to a minimum.

Time passed second by second.

Finally, after waiting for half an hour, the numbers on the giant mirror completed their final jump.

[100/100]

The mirror's surface changed from a chaotic gray to a silvery-white, its light dazzling.

The light was so bright that everyone instinctively squinted.

The embossed patterns along the edges of the frame lit up.

Then, six giant silver hands simultaneously emerged from the mirror.

Next is the head.

Three heads emerged from the mirror.

Each one wore a full-coverage helmet, similar in design to the helmets of the Mirror Guards, but more refined and heavier.

Then comes the torso.

A giant monster, eight meters tall with three heads and six arms, stood in the center of the square.

A six-pointed star cursor also floats on its chest armor, exactly the same as the design of the Survival Mark.

The giant monster opened its six arms at the same time, and six different weapons materialized in its palms.

Knife, gun, sword, axe, hammer, fork.

The giant monster held six weapons firmly in its hands.

This monster is none other than the Mirror Lord, the gatekeeper boss of Mirror City.

The moment the Mirror Master appeared, an invisible sense of oppression swept across the entire square, as if an invisible hand was pressing down from above, making it hard for people to breathe.

Some people gripped their weapons tightly.

Some people held their breath.

Some people subconsciously moved their feet backward, their toes pointing away from the BOSS, their center of gravity shifted backward, ready to turn and run away at any moment.

A middle-aged man with the marks of survival stood at the edge of the square, less than twenty meters from the nearest street exit.

He glanced at the owner of the glasses, then turned and ran without hesitation.

Monsters of this caliber are beyond his reach. He has survived until now not by being reckless, but by accurately judging when to attack and when to run.

This time, the answer was all too obvious.

He pushed off with his right foot, leaned forward, and shot out like an arrow, unleashing a speed far exceeding his usual limits, covering dozens of meters in an instant.

However, the next moment, the mirror owner's figure vanished directly from in front of the giant mirror.

It's not any form of displacement; it simply disappears.

The next second, the Mirror Master appeared in front of the middle-aged man. His huge, silver-white body appeared out of thin air directly in front of the street exit, like a wall, blocking the way.

The middle-aged man's pupils suddenly contracted.

His feet were still moving forward, and his body was still leaning forward, but his brain had already issued the brake command.

His right foot tried to stomp on the ground, the sole of his shoe making a sharp scraping sound on the mirrored tiles, but his momentum was too great, and his body was still lurching forward.

He was less than two meters away from the person in the mirror.

Six thick arms were raised high, and six weapons gleamed with a dark golden luster in the night.

Blades, spear tips, sword edges, axe blades, hammer heads, and fork teeth all fell simultaneously.

Six weapons pierced the middle-aged man's body from different angles, sending fragments of flesh and bone flying in all directions.

Dark red blood exploded on the mirrored floor tiles, like a blooming blood-red flower.

One look, and he was instantly defeated!

The man didn't even have time to scream before his body was dismembered.

The six-pointed star above the man's head disintegrated and shattered into a stream of light that merged into the six-pointed star on the mirror master's chest.

Panic immediately gripped the square.

Those who were previously hesitant about whether to stay no longer hesitate.

Those who had designs on the BOSS have now completely given up on the idea.

Those who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to seize others' living space now just want to leave this place.

Fear spread among the people like a plague.

The crowd surged outwards from all directions of the square, their footsteps echoing rapidly on the mirrored tiles.

"Brother Ye..."

Qin Zhaoyang's voice was trembling.

"Don't move!"

Chen Ye only said two words.

Qin Zhaoyang paused for a moment, then slowly regained his composure. He had complete trust in Chen Ye.

After Chen Ye spoke, Zhao Hai, Wen Ning, and the others all stood still.

Chen Ye's gaze remained fixed on the eight-meter-tall, three-headed, six-armed, silver-white body.

The mirror master stood beside the middle-aged man's corpse, the full-face helmets on the three heads slowly rotating, as if scrutinizing the crowds scattering and fleeing in the square.

The three heads are turning in different directions: the one on the left is scanning the south side of the square, the one in the middle is staring straight ahead, and the one on the right is turning to the northwest.

Its six arms hung down at its sides, and its six weapons pointed to the ground. The blades were stained with dark red blood, and drops of blood dripped down the blades, splashing into tiny blood flowers on the mirrored floor tiles.

Then, the Mirror Master's figure disappeared again.

The next second, it appeared behind a young woman who was quickly fleeing the square.

A silver-white six-pointed star cursor also floated above the woman's head.

She wasn't slow; she started running the moment the Mirror Master killed the man, and now she had reached the edge of the square.

But she sensed something behind her.

A huge shadow fell over her.

Her legs buckled and she fell to the ground, her knees hitting the mirrored tiles with a dull thud, but she felt no pain because fear had overwhelmed all other sensations.

She turned her head and saw the eight-meter-tall, silver-white body.

The Mirror Master raised all six arms again, and the six weapons fell simultaneously.

The woman who fell to the ground was also cut into several pieces and died on the spot.

A large patch of blood was spread across the mirrored floor tiles.

The six-pointed star mark on the mirror owner's chest absorbed the survival mark of the murdered woman once again.

Immediately afterwards, the Mirror Master's figure flashed again and disappeared from the spot once more.

Chen Ye's gaze quickly swept across the square.

Nearly a hundred people scattered in all directions from the center of the square like a flock of startled birds.

Some people are running east, some are running west, some are running south, some are running north, some are crawling into alleys, and some are climbing over low walls.

But the three-headed, six-armed, silver-white figure was nowhere to be found.

It's gone, completely vanished.