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

Twenty minutes later.

A group of four people walked briskly out from the street on the south side of the square.

The man at the front quickly scanned the square and soon locked onto the slowly rotating silver-white six-pointed stars next to the corpse of the mirror master.

His eyes lit up.

"there!"

He shouted and led his team towards the direction of the corpses.

The four people ran to the body, squatted down, and reached out to touch the nearest survival mark.

The silvery-white six-pointed star floated up from its suspended state, rose above their heads, and began to slowly rotate.

Over the next hour, people kept arriving at the plaza. Some teams found the Survival Mark and returned to their groups, while the lone wolf quickly left the plaza after finding the Survival Mark.

Just as the last mark was picked up, a team of five emerged from the street on the north side of the square.

The man walking at the front was in his early thirties and was wearing a dark gray short-sleeved shirt.

His gaze swept quickly across the square, over the heads of those who already bore the marks of survival, over the massive corpse of the Mirror Master, and over the empty area surrounding the body.

He stopped in his tracks.

The four team members behind him also stopped.

"Boss... the survival mark is gone?"

A young team member's voice carried a hint of uncertainty.

The man did not speak.

He stood at the edge of the square, looking at the empty ground and the silver six-pointed stars above the heads of those who had already obtained the survival mark.

His expression changed from expectation to blankness, and from blankness to despair—a quiet despair, without shouting, cursing, or any intense emotional expression.

The four teammates behind him also fell silent.

Five people stood at the edge of the square, with nothing overhead.

The gray-clad man who led the group left the square dejectedly, followed by his four teammates.

It was almost dawn.

The gray-white sky changed from dark gray to light gray, and from light gray to gray-white, as light poured down from the sky at a slow but unstoppable speed.

There are less than two hours left until the trial ends.

Those who do not obtain the mark of survival are getting closer and closer to death.

The square was unusually quiet.

The teams that remained in the square were scattered in various corners, and Gu Qinghuan did not leave either; she remained alone in one place.

As the crowd watched the teams that were arriving, their joy turned to despair as they left.

The cruelty of the death game was fully demonstrated at this moment.

Knowing that they were about to die, they could do nothing but wait, wait for the death knell to toll at the end of the trial, wait for the rules to erase them.

Chen Ye walked over and sat down next to Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai was still squatting there, the metallic sheen on his fists had faded.

His emotions had calmed down considerably; at least his shoulders were no longer trembling, and the tears in his eyes had receded, but the bloodshot veins were still visible on the surface of his eyeballs.

Chen Ye did not offer any words of comfort.

In this environment, at this moment, any words of comfort would be inadequate.

Wang Shuo and Li Zheng are dead; that's a fact. Zhao Hai needs time to accept this fact.

Chen Ye took out the skill book dropped by the Mirror Master from his storage space.

The book's cover is dark gold, with no text on it, only a picture of a fist. The outline of the fist is bold and powerful.

He opened the cover.

A blue light screen popped up in front of him.

[Rank A Skill: Heavenly Fire Falling Star]

[Skill Description: Fist technique, consumes 40 stamina points, delivers a powerful punch, dealing damage equal to four times the base strength, stacks with talents.]

Chen Ye's eyes narrowed slightly. It was actually an A-level skill, dealing four times the base strength damage, which was twice as high as his Thousand-Pound Cannon.

He closed the skill book and handed it to Zhao Hai: "Brother Hai, this is an A-level fist technique skill with four times the base strength damage. It's perfect for you."

Zhao Hai looked at the dark gold skill book, remained silent for two seconds, then took it, opened it, and glanced at it.

He wasn't very excited; the deaths of Wang Shuo and Li Zheng were still affecting his emotions, but he still clicked to study.

The skill book transformed into tiny specks of light, and with this skill and his own talent, Zhao Hai's base strength was increased by 7 times, allowing him to unleash more than 100 points of power damage, effectively doubling his combat power.

If Wang Shuo and Li Zheng were still alive, seeing him acquire this skill, they would definitely rush over immediately, one shouting "Brother Hai is awesome!" and the other shouting "Holy crap, Brother Hai, you're invincible now!"

No one is shouting anymore.

Zhao Hai turned his head to look at Chen Ye: "I also have a skill book."

With a flick of his wrist, a dark blue skill book appeared in his hand.

The book's cover was smaller than Chen Ye's, and there was no text on it, only an image of crossed swords.

"This is a B-rank sword skill dropped by that Mirror Demon." Zhao Hai handed the skill book to Chen Ye: "Wang Shuo and Li Zheng... are no longer here. You can take it. Next time you go to Infinite City, see if you can exchange it for a skill that our team can use."

When he mentioned Wang Shuo and Li Zheng's names, he paused for a moment. The pause was so short that it was almost unnoticed unless you were listening intently, but Chen Ye did notice it.

Chen Ye took the skill book.

Upon opening the cover, a blue light screen popped up before my eyes.

[Rank B Skill: Charged Heavy Slash]

[Skill Description: Sword skill, consumes 20 stamina points, unleashes a charged slash that deals damage equal to three times the base power, stacks with talents.]

Like the Heavy Cannon, it has a three-fold base power bonus.

Chen Ye closed the skill book and put it into his storage space. They had obtained two extremely rare skill books during this survival trial.

It's a pity that Wang Shuo and Li Zheng are both dead. Otherwise, whichever of them learned this "Powerful Cleave" technique, their combat power would more than double.

Zhao Hai didn't speak, and neither did Chen Ye; the two of them just sat there.

In front of the tent next to them, Wen Ning, Qin Zhaoyang, and Zhou Yating sat side by side, none of them speaking.

The entire square was unusually quiet. No teams had come for a long time because Su Jin had said in the chat group that the survival mark was gone.

Those who remained and wanted to survive could only search for lone passengers with marks in the vast city of mirrors.

But it's almost dawn.