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

The other passengers on the platform also sensed that something was wrong and stopped to look, their eyes all turning toward the exit.

Chen Ye and his group stopped five meters away from Tu Honglie.

Tu Honglie's gaze was fixed on Chen Ye, and the cold smile on his lips widened even more: "Except for him, everyone else can leave if they hand over all the potions they have."

After he finished speaking, his gaze swept over Zhao Hai, Wen Ning, Su Jin, Wang Ze and others behind Chen Ye, waiting for them to show expressions of fear, hesitation or weighing of options.

But no one moved.

No one made a move to take out the medicine.

Zhao Hai crossed his arms over his chest, and Tu Honglie showed no fear whatsoever.

Wen Ning's hands hung at her sides, with a very faint layer of black mist swirling around her fingertips.

Gu Qinghuan stepped forward and stood beside Chen Ye, her face expressionless.

Qin Zhaoyang, Su Jin, Wang Ze, and the others stood neatly behind Chen Ye, each with a different posture, but conveying the same message: no one would hand over the potion or compromise.

It felt as if a layer of air had been sucked away from the platform.

Seeing that no one moved, the short, stocky man's fat twitched, and his voice rose a few decibels: "Didn't you hear what our boss said? Or do you want to die with this reckless brat?"

His gaze swept across the faces of those people, trying to find a hint of relenting or retreat in their eyes.

Still, no one moved.

Tu Honglie frowned slightly; this was somewhat different from what he had expected.

Based on his experience on train G4939, as long as he announced his fourth-ranked status, most of the passengers who came over would obediently hand over the potion.

But the expressions on the faces of these people in front of them didn't even change.

For a moment, he felt a little insecure.

He glanced sideways at the direction of platform three. Lu Qingchuan was leaning against the carriage wall, his hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed on them, his expression unreadable.

Wang Zekai stood next to Lu Qingchuan, a hint of amusement on his lips, showing no intention of interfering.

Tu Honglie withdrew his gaze and turned it back to Chen Ye.

Chen Ye's lips curled up slightly: "It seems that your fourth-place ranking isn't very effective for us G5002 trains."

Tu Honglie's expression darkened.

"Tu Honglie, and..." Chen Ye's gaze shifted from Tu Honglie's face to the short, stocky man beside him: "And you, you two can't leave. The rest of you can take out all the potions you have and then leave."

The platform fell silent for a moment the instant he finished speaking.

Then the short, stocky man paused for a moment, as if he hadn't heard clearly. The next second, the fat on his face twitched violently, and he laughed angrily, "You're fucking asking for death!"

He slammed his right leg into the ground, shattering the platform tiles beneath his feet. Just as he was about to attack Chen Ye, Tu Honglie reached out and blocked him. His thick arm was placed across the short, stocky man's chest, his fingers spread wide, firmly holding back his forward momentum.

"Step back."

Tu Honglie's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, low and cold.

The short, stocky man was abruptly stopped in his tracks by the block, staggered, turned his head to look at Tu Honglie, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw Tu Honglie's ashen face, he swallowed his words.

Tu Honglie released his grip, took a step forward, and flipped his hand, revealing a broadsword in his grasp.

The blade is about 1.5 meters long, with a thick back and a wide, fan-shaped edge that gleams with a light blue sheen.

He gripped the long sword in his hand, the tip pointing to the ground, his gaze fixed intently on Chen Ye.

His voice was as cold as ice: "You fools, I only intended to kill you and be done with it, but now every single one of you is going to die!"

The moment he finished speaking, his body began to swell, stretching his clothes so much that they made a slight tearing sound. His body grew to nearly three meters tall, his shoulders doubled in width, and his arms became as thick as his thighs. Wisps of white steam seeped from his pores.

His talent is S-rank [Giant Spirit God], which grants him three times the power when activated.

"Berserk Blood Slash!"

Tu Honglie pushed off the ground with his right leg, leaping high into the air and bringing his long sword down in a fierce slash.

A crimson light shone brightly on the blade, the skill was activated, and the longsword, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, slashed towards Chen Ye.

Chen Ye did not retreat.

He flipped the Demon-Slaying Halberd halfway in his hand, with the spear tip pointing forward. He gripped the spear's tail with his right hand and supported the shaft with his left, rotating his waist and hips.

"Exile to the Underworld!"

100 points of stamina were instantly drained.

A thick layer of black energy appeared out of thin air on the shaft of the Demon-Slaying Halberd.

The layer of black mist coiled from the butt of the spear to its tip, leaving a winding trail in the air.

At the same time, a blurry phantom appeared behind Chen Ye.

The silhouette of the phantom resembled a hunched demon, tall with slightly hunched shoulders and arms hanging at its sides, its five fingers like hooks.

It has no clear face, only a pair of empty eye sockets, like a ray of gaze peering out from the deepest hell, briefly lingering in the present world.

Black mist swirled around the gun, emitting a low hum.

Chen Ye's right arm moved forward.

The tip of the Demon-Slaying Halberd tore through the air with a sharp, ear-piercing sonic boom, piercing straight upwards towards Tu Honglie's chest.

The speed was so fast that the trajectory of the gun was almost invisible. The black smoke trailed a dark path at the tip of the gun, leaving a thin black line in the air that existed only briefly.

Tu Honglie's pupils suddenly contracted.

His reaction wasn't slow; he forcibly changed direction as his longsword slashed downwards, the blade swinging horizontally in mid-air in an attempt to block the attack.

The tip of the Demon-Slaying Halberd pierced the broad blade with a crisp "crack".

The blue-quality broadsword snapped in two.

The Demon-Slaying Halberd charged straight in.

"puff--!"

The spear tip pierced Tu Honglie's chest and exited through his back.

The black energy surged into Tu Honglie's body along the gun barrel the moment it pierced through, spreading wildly along his meridians and blood vessels.

Tu Honglie's body suddenly froze, his eyes filled with disbelief. He was level 19, with S-rank talent and A-rank skills, and he was killed in one move.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only a mouthful of thick, dark red blood welled up in his throat and dripped down the corner of his mouth.

The Demon-Slaying Halberd was pulled from his chest, bringing with it a cloud of dark red blood mist.

Tu Honglie swayed for a moment, then collapsed to the ground like a piece of chopped wood, hitting the platform floor with a dull thud.

His body began to shrink, and in a moment it returned to its original size. His eyes were still open, the light in his pupils was rapidly dissipating, and the look of disbelief on his lips froze at the moment of death.

Tu Honglie is dead.

One strike to kill.

The ghostly phantom behind Chen Ye dissipated. The power of the S-rank skill exceeded his expectations, even shattering a blue-quality weapon, which was still somewhat of a pity.