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

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Blood gushed from Sun Wu's neck, splashing onto Yang Lan's face, warm and sticky.

She turned her head sharply, and when she saw Sun Wu's body lying on the ground, her pupils shrank to pinpoints: "Sun Wu!"

Sun Wu's body stiffened abruptly, his pupils contracted to their maximum size in that instant, and his mouth opened, but no sound came out.

The claw retracted into the void the instant it completed the cut, as quickly as if it had never existed.

Immediately afterwards, Sun Wu lost his balance and fell forward, crashing onto the metal floor with a dull thud.

Blood gushed from the severed opening in his throat, quickly spreading into a dark red pool on the dark gray metal floor.

Zhong Xiu moved at the same moment Sun Wu fell.

She turned around abruptly, her golden wings suddenly unfurled, and she was launched from her spot, drawing a golden arc in the air.

But all she could see was an empty hall and rapidly spreading bloodstains; there was nothing else.

The monster disappeared after killing Sun Tzu.

Zhong Xiu abruptly stopped in mid-air, his golden wings retracted, and he fell back to the ground.

She stood beside Sun Wu's corpse, her sharp gaze sweeping across the surroundings, her hands clenching slightly, but her vision remained fixed on the still-bleeding body and an empty space.

Everyone present was shocked.

No one saw what the monster looked like, no one saw where it came from, and no one even caught a glimpse of its outline.

It appeared only for a moment, killed one person, and then disappeared.

"Back to back! Form your own teams, leave no gaps!"

Lu Qingchuan's voice boomed in the empty hall, and his giant axe was already raised from his side, blade facing outward.

He turned around and faced the outside of his team, forming a tight square formation with Wang Zekai, Shen Nanxing, and Gulina back to back.

The other passengers quickly recovered after a brief moment of panic.

In an instant, a cacophony of footsteps and clanging metal filled the hall. The small teams, in groups of three or four, stood back to back with their weapons facing outwards, their eyes scanning their surroundings warily.

Chen Ye's team also formed a tight circle, back to back.

Zhao Hai's iron fists flickered with crimson flames, ready to erupt at any moment.

Wen Ning's hands hung at her sides, with fine black mist swirling around her fingertips.

Gu Qinghuan's silver-white throwing knife hovered around her, its tip pointing outwards, maintaining an extremely high vibration frequency.

Instead of defending back-to-back with her teammate Yang Lan, Zhong Xiu spread her wings of light and moved at high speed erratically around the hall. As long as she kept moving at high speed, the monsters could not sneak up on her.

As she moved, she kept her eyes fixed on Yang Lan. Everyone else was standing back to back in small teams, but Yang Lan was all alone. The monster's next attack would definitely target Yang Lan.

"Sister Chung..."

Yang Lan's gaze remained fixed on the golden figure.

"Stand still. I'll see the monster when it reappears."

Zhong Xiu's voice boomed in the empty hall, carrying an unquestionable sense of command.

Yang Lan stood still, her hands gripping the longbow tightly, her body stiff and tense, like a string stretched to its limit.

She knew Zhongxiu was using her as bait, but she had no choice but to comply. With Zhongxiu's speed, he should be able to save her from the monster.

The other teams in the hall also maintained their defensive formations, and no one moved rashly.

With his back to Chen Ye, Zhao Hai scanned the surroundings: "Is it a monster that can turn invisible?"

Gu Qinghuan shook her head slightly: "It's not as simple as invisibility. Invisibility can't hide from my mental perception. I sensed the monster's presence the moment it killed someone."

"But its form only appeared briefly for a moment, and then disappeared immediately, as if it appeared out of thin air and then disappeared out of thin air. It had no trajectory."

Chen Ye frowned slightly. This level 100 BOSS was quite troublesome, far more dangerous than the visible mechanical behemoth on level 90.

Zhong Xiu's figure continued to move at high speed in the hall, her golden wings drawing intermittent arcs.

She moved with incredible speed, precisely circling around Yang Lan's area with each turn, always keeping a distance of less than ten meters from Yang Lan, ensuring that she could strike at the moment the monster appeared.

Yang Lan stood still, holding the longbow in her hand, her body stiff and tense, with a layer of fine goosebumps on her neck.

All she could do was trust that Jong-soo's reaction was quick enough.

Time passed by, second by second.

A tense silence remained in the hall; no one spoke or moved.

Time passed by, second by second.

About ten minutes later, a very subtle ripple appeared in the air above the heads of a four-person team on train G4928.

The squad was still cautiously looking around, unaware of what was above them.

"Watch out! Above!"

Gu Qinghuan's voice boomed from not far away.

However, the four-person team reacted a beat too late. Their minds were still processing Gu Qinghuan's words, and their bodies hadn't had time to make any evasive maneuvers.

Two dark silver metal claws emerged from the void, their tips as sharp as blades. They slashed across the void with two almost overlapping cutting sounds, then suddenly spun around.

In the blink of an eye.

Four heads flew off, tumbled twice in mid-air, and rolled to the ground, blood gushing from the severed necks.

The four headless bodies swayed for a moment, then collapsed to the ground like puppets stripped of all their support.

The pair of dark silver claws retracted the moment they completed the cut.

A streak of silver light shot towards them. Gu Qinghuan's throwing knife, accompanied by high-frequency vibrations, swept across the area, drawing several intersecting arcs in mid-air, but only cut through the air.

The claws had completely disappeared just before the throwing knife arrived.

Gu Qinghuan's throwing knife hovered in mid-air, its blade trembling slightly.

Chen Ye stood at the front of the group, his gaze shifting from the four corpses on the ground to Gu Qinghuan: "Did you sense it this time?"

"I sensed it; its location and direction were very clear, but it disappeared the moment it completed its attack. My throwing knife couldn't keep up with its speed."

Gu Qinghuan's tone remained calm, but the slight frown between her brows deepened somewhat.