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

The samurai-haired youth shook his head slightly, his tone decisive: "Sword and blade skills are useless to us. Either exchange them for ranged skill books of the same rank, or buy them with potions worth 25000 points. No bargaining."

Chen Ye frowned slightly. He was about to send a message to Qin Zhaoyang to ask how many weapons had been sold.

Just then, the young man with the buzz cut next to me suddenly spoke up: "Which train are you on?"

Chen Ye looked up: "Train G4939."

The buzz-cut youth's expression shifted slightly. He glanced at the samurai-headed youth, then turned back: "What a coincidence, we're also on train G4939."

He paused, as if considering his words, and continued after a few seconds: "Well then, since we're all on the same train anyway, if this skill book isn't exchanged for a ranged skill of the same rank by the last day in Infinite City, and it hasn't been sold either, then we'll trade with you."

Chen Ye's gaze lingered on the face of the crew-cut youth for a moment, then he nodded: "Okay."

He turned to Wen Ning and said, "Wen Ning, go to Zhao Yang's place. After you've sold all the weapons, bring back the potions you got from selling them."

Wen Ning's gaze lingered on Chen Ye's face for a moment: "Are we really going to use all the potions to buy this skill book? The next survival trial is a three-star event, and we'll definitely consume a lot of potions. We won't be able to do anything if we have the skill but no potions."

Chen Ye smiled slightly: "I still have a Rank B skill book, right? If I sell it, I'll have some potions. Even if I can't sell it, I have other ways."

Zhao Hai also spoke up: "Wen Ning, don't worry, my points can be used in case of emergency."

Wen Ning was silent for two seconds, then nodded: "Okay, I'll be right there."

She turned and walked quickly toward the market entrance, her pace much faster than usual, and soon merged into the bustling crowd.

Chen Ye sat down on the open ground next to the crew-cut youth. With a flick of his wrist, the silver treasure chest and the dark blue-covered B-grade sword skill book appeared in his hand. He placed the two items on the ground in front of him and set up a stall on the spot.

Zhao Hai sat down next to him.

Chen Ye turned to look at the two young men beside him: "What are your names?"

The samurai-haired youth tilted his head and glanced at him: "Wu Hao."

The young man with the buzz cut also gave his name: "Lü Yang".

Chen Ye smiled slightly: "So you're a top ten player on the ranking list. No wonder you have an A-level skill book. My apologies for not recognizing you."

Wu Hao's lips curved slightly, the curve carrying a hint of nonchalance: "And you guys?"

"Chen Ye".

Chen Ye gave his name.

"Zhao Hai".

Zhao Hai continued.

Wu Hao nodded, his expression not changing much. Chen Ye's ranking was outside the top 20, and Zhao Hai's was even outside the top 30, so he naturally didn't pay attention to him.

Chen Ye didn't speak to Wu Hao again.

His gaze shifted from Wu Hao to the B-level skill book in front of him, and he unconsciously tapped the cover twice with his fingers.

He had already met seven of the top ten on the ranking list on train G4939. Apart from Tu Honglie, who was no pushover, the others were all relatively normal.

This is good news, at least it proves that the top combatants on this train are not all villains.

Just then, Zhao Hai, who was standing next to him, gently nudged his shoulder with his elbow, the force was not strong.

Chen Ye looked up and followed Zhao Hai's gaze: "What bad luck."

Tu Honglie was leading four people toward them. The bespectacled man and the short, stocky man were on either side of him, and behind them were two unfamiliar men, all in their thirties.

The five people walked through the crowds in the market and stood in front of their stall.

Tu Honglie glanced at Chen Ye first, then gestured with his chin towards Wu Hao: "What type of skill is this?"

Wu Hao glanced at him: "A-rank Light type."

As he finished speaking, he brought up the item information panel of the skill book, where the skill details were clearly displayed on a semi-transparent blue light screen.

Tu Honglie's gaze lingered on the light screen for about two seconds, then he shook his head slightly.

His team didn't have any light-type talents, so buying them would be a waste, and he stopped looking at them.

Then he turned around, his gaze falling on Chen Ye, a cold smile tugging at the corner of his mouth: "Kid, enjoy your last moments."

After saying this, Tu Honglie did not linger and led the four of them toward the exit of the trading market.

The short, stocky man walked at the very back. As he turned to leave, he glanced at Chen Ye, raised his right hand to neck height, and drew a horizontal line across his throat with his middle and index fingers together—a standard throat-slitting gesture.

He then grinned and quickly caught up with Tu Honglie.

The five figures quickly merged into the bustling crowd of the market and were swallowed up by the throng.

After Tu Honglie left, Chen Ye breathed a sigh of relief, secretly glad that Tu Honglie wasn't interested in Wu Hao's A-level skill book. The 25000-point potion was something Tu Honglie could easily take out.

Wu Hao turned his head, his gaze shifting from the direction Tu Honglie had disappeared to Chen Ye's face: "Do they have a grudge against you?"

"It's not a holiday." Chen Ye shrugged, speaking casually: "The fourth-ranked boss on the leaderboard saw that we were low-ranked and tried to extort 1000 points worth of potions as protection money on the train. We didn't give it to him, that's all."

Wu Hao frowned slightly: "Are you guys being foolish! You just got together and you've already offended a high-level passenger. I don't think you need those potions. Just give him the 1000-point potion. Why make trouble for yourselves?"

He spoke in a low voice, but with a tone of advice that came from someone who had been through it all.

Most people who survive at this level have experienced similar situations and have chosen to temporarily back down in exchange for a more secure space for development.

Chen Ye smiled but didn't reply.

Lu Yang's gaze lingered on Chen Ye's face for a moment before he looked away and summoned his system panel.

A blue light screen unfolded before his eyes, and he swiped his fingers a few times to bring up the ranking list.

His gaze slid down from the first place, past familiar names like Lu Qingchuan, Shen Nanxing, and Wang Zekai, then past Tu Honglie and Gulina, and finally stopped at the twenty-fourth position.

Chen Ye, Class of 16.

He scrolled down another dozen places and saw Zhao Hai's name in the 36th position, from the class of 2015.

Lu Yang turned off the panel, and the blue light screen shrank and disappeared in front of him.

His expression didn't change much, but a thought had already crossed his mind.

Level 16 and Level 15 are only considered slightly above average on the G4939 train, neither the best nor the worst. However, Chen Ye's attitude towards Tu Honglie just now was not what one would expect from someone at Level 16.

That calmness wasn't feigned. When faced with a threat, no matter how well a person tries to hide it, their eyes will inevitably reveal some flaws—either tension, a forced composure, or a show of bravado masking inner weakness.

But Chen Ye had nothing, just like Tu Honglie was just an ordinary passenger passing by, not worth his time.

This is clearly not normal.

Lu Yang's lips curved slightly, but the smile quickly faded. He leaned back against the stall and resumed his silent demeanor.