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

Lu Qingchuan's expression didn't change much, but he didn't deny it either.

His gaze met Chen Ye's for about two seconds: "What do you think? She already has two survival marks. According to the rules, as long as we kill them, the marks can be transferred directly to us, right?"

Chen Ye didn't answer immediately. He shifted his gaze from Lu Qingchuan's face, looked at the mechanical wreckage for two seconds, and then looked back at it: "I don't think it's very good. The first time we participated in the two-star survival trial, the trial mission was also to obtain survival marks, just like this time."

Lu Qingchuan's brow twitched slightly, but he did not interrupt Chen Ye.

"Back then, there were people like you who wanted to steal other people's marks, but the real threat in that final trial wasn't the competition between passengers."

Chen Ye looked directly at Lu Qingchuan: "After all one hundred survival marks were acquired, we triggered a BOSS-level monster that far exceeded our combat strength at the time. In the end, we barely managed to kill it by gathering almost all the surviving survivors."

He paused, then added, "If the high-end combat forces had suffered casualties from fighting among themselves in the early stages, no one would have survived that trial."

Lu Qingchuan frowned, as if digesting these words. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "So you think that the highest level of this control tower also has a similar mechanism."

Chen Ye nodded: "The mechanism of the Mirror City Trial is that the final BOSS will be randomly teleported to the passenger with the survival mark. As for here, it should not be necessary. The elevator here only goes up and never goes down. We will reach the top floor sooner or later. The final BOSS there should not be something that one or two teams can handle."

"If that's the case, then we really can't afford to lose any high-end combat power. Well then, let's climb the tower first." Lu Qingchuan then added, "Oh, by the way, what's your name?"

"Chen Ye".

Lu Qingchuan nodded.

Wang Zekai, who was standing next to him, quickly brought up the system panel, swiped his finger across the screen a few times, and brought up the ranking list.

Chen Ye glanced at him sideways and said, "No need to look anymore, my level is 16."

Wang Zekai's finger paused on the light screen, and he abruptly looked up: "Level 16? You said you're level 16?"

"Yes, level 16. No one on our team is above level 16."

Chen Ye repeated it again, his tone flat.

Wang Zekai's mouth dropped open, as if he had seen a ghost. He had thought Chen Ye should be level 18, but he was only level 16. A level 16 person could kill a level 19 Tu Honglie in an instant. This was a bit too exaggerated.

Lu Qingchuan's expression also changed subtly, much more restrained than Wang Zekai's reaction.

The silence lasted for about two seconds.

Chen Ye didn't dwell on the topic. He glanced at the elevator on the other side of the lobby and said, "We need to keep going up. Are you going to rest here?"

Lu Qingchuan snapped out of his daze and his tone returned to normal: "Let's keep going up."

The two teams then walked to the elevator. Lu Qingchuan glanced at the floor display of the elevator next to Zhong Xiu's team, which showed that they were already on the 25th floor.

Lu Qingchuan frowned almost imperceptibly: "It seems that Zhong Xiu really wants to push all the way up, leaving no chance for those behind her. At this speed, she has already reached the 25th floor."

Chen Ye glanced at the numbers on the monitor: "Then let's put some pressure on her. Are you going to the 30th floor? If not, we'll go up and get a survival mark first."

Lu Qingchuan looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and then shook his head: "You guys go up, we'll go to the 25th floor."

"OK."

Chen Ye didn't say anything more, turned around and led the team into the elevator.

Chen Ye reached out and pressed the button for the 30th floor.

The elevator doors closed silently behind him, shutting out the light from the twentieth-floor lobby and the figures of Lu Qingchuan's team.

……

The control tower has 25 floors.

Seven or eight pieces of mechanical wreckage were scattered on the ground, their outer shells smashed, cables broken and exposed, and tiny arcs of electricity still crackling and jumping at the broken ends.

Zhong Xiu, Yang Lan, and Sun Wu are cleaning up the battlefield.

Yang Lan picked up a piece of equipment from the ground and put it into her storage space. Then she said to Zhong Xiu, "Sister Zhong, let's keep going. As long as we keep grinding, it won't be a problem to level up five or six levels by the end of this trial."

Zhong Xiu nodded slightly.

The three returned to the elevator.

Zhongxiu's gaze swept over the elevator floor displays on the surrounding walls, then stopped on the numbers of the two elevators on the right.

One is on the 26th floor.

One is on the 30th floor.

She recognized the elevator on the 26th floor; it was the elevator of the G4939 train team she had encountered on the 20th floor. It was a four-person team, led by a man with a buzz cut who was quite capable.

But the one on the 30th floor...

Zhong Xiu frowned slightly. She remembered that when she was on the 20th floor, the elevator display showed that it was still on the 1st floor.

Sun Wu walked to Zhong Xiu's side and followed her gaze to the elevator's floor display: "There are people on the 30th floor, not the same group we encountered on the 20th floor."

Yang Lan walked over from the other side: "Are there other powerful teams on train G4939?"

"I don't know, but anyone who dares to go straight to the 30th floor can't be too weak." Zhong Xiu withdrew his gaze: "Let's go straight to the 30th floor and see which team it is."

Yang Lan turned her head to look at her: "Aren't you going to swipe up layer by layer? These are all points."

"We don't care about those few points. Since someone has already gone up ahead of us, we should go and take a look."

Zhong Xiu finished speaking and stepped into the elevator.

Yang Lan and Sun Wu followed them inside.

Zhong Xiu extended her right hand and pressed her index finger on the button for the 30th floor.

The elevator doors closed, and the elevator ascended smoothly. A few seconds later, the doors slid open again.

The moment Zhong Xiu stepped out of the elevator, she was met with a sharp whooshing sound.

A huge tire was spinning toward her at an extremely high speed, the metal teeth on its edge reflecting a blinding cold light under the cold white light.

It was a component that had broken off from some kind of mechanical object, and its immense inertia allowed it to continue its forward trajectory with its residual force.

Zhong Xiu's pupils contracted slightly, but she did not back down.

She flipped her right palm, and a spiked mace with a pale blue sheen appeared out of thin air in her hand.

She gripped the handle of the stick tightly, pulled her right arm back, lowered her center of gravity, and completed the whole movement in one smooth motion.

Then he swung it out suddenly.

"Bang--!"

The spiked club struck the side of the spinning tire with precision, the loud metallic clang echoing through the open space, sparks flying everywhere.

The giant tire, nearly two meters in diameter, changed trajectory like a baseball hit by a bat, bouncing diagonally upwards and crashing into the wall on the other side of the hall with a dull thud before tumbling to the ground.

Zhong Xiu sheathed his spiked club and turned his gaze to the team that had just finished their battle.