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

Chen Ye did not respond immediately.

He quickly calculated it in his mind.

He was certain of one thing: the BOSS would briefly linger in this space the moment it launched its attack.

Gu Qinghuan's mental perception could capture the location at that instant, but her throwing knife was still not fast enough. Even Gu Qinghuan's throwing knife couldn't attack in time, so even if he activated the Extreme Shadow state, it would be a waste.

If he activated the White Tiger Seal the moment Gu Qinghuan sensed the monster, he should be able to immobilize it.

But the key to the problem lies in the second step.

The White Tiger Seal's Roar Pulse can only cause targets within its range to be briefly stunned; it cannot cause damage.

He must deliver a fatal blow with the Demon-Slaying Halberd the instant the pulse takes effect.

You only have one chance.

If the boss is not killed in one hit, it will disappear again the moment the dazed state ends.

If the BOSS is not defeated, the only trump card that can suppress Zhong Xiu's speed will be wasted.

Chen Ye's gaze fell on the golden figure that was still moving at high speed on the other side of the hall.

Zhong Xiu's figure continued to flash, and each flap of his light wings left tiny golden specks in the air.

She didn't even glance at the deaths of the four passengers on train G4928; her attention was entirely focused on Yang Lan.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze and glanced again at Zhao Hai and Wen Ning behind him, as well as the passengers who had huddled together in a tight circle further away.

If this continues, who knows who will be next to fall? Both Zhao Hai and Wen Ning are in danger of being killed instantly.

Chen Ye gripped the Demon-Slaying Halberd tightly: "Maintain formation."

"Chen Ye, what are you doing?"

Zhao Hai's voice came from behind, visibly tense.

"I'll go and confront this BOSS alone. Only if he attacks me will I have a chance to bring him down."

Chen Ye's tone remained calm, as if he were stating a plan that had already been calculated.

"That's too risky. You saw how powerful that boss is. What if..."

"There's no 'what if'."

Chen Ye interrupted Zhao Hai without turning around: "I have the Xuanwu Ring protecting me, so I won't die even if I take a hit."

He paused for a moment, then turned to look at Gu Qinghuan: "Use all your senses to perceive it. If it really attacks me, shout it out immediately."

Gu Qinghuan met his gaze, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded slightly.

Chen Ye didn't say anything more. He turned around and walked out of the tightly packed circular formation.

He walked to the other side of the hall, distancing himself from the others, and stood there with the Demon-Slaying Halberd hanging at his side, the tip of the spear about a palm's width above the ground.

All eyes in the hall were on him.

Some of the passengers who had been standing back-to-back in a defensive formation turned their heads slightly and looked at that lone figure.

Zhao Hai clenched his fist and then relaxed it.

Wen Ning's lips pressed into a straight line.

Gu Qinghuan stood still, her eyes slightly closed, her spiritual perception spreading out to its limit like an invisible net, covering every inch of the entire hall.

Not far away, Wang Zekai lowered his voice and asked, "Brother Chuan, what's he trying to do?"

Lu Qingchuan's gaze remained fixed on the figure in the center of the hall. His voice was low and steady: "He probably wants to lure out that monster. If someone here can withstand the monster's fatal blow, that person is most likely him."

Shen Nanxing stood on the other side of Lu Qingchuan, her gaze also fixed on Chen Ye: "His physique is indeed very high. He withstood several hits from the mechanical giant tiger on the 90th floor without any problems. If the BOSS's attack power is similar to that of the giant tiger on the 90th floor, he certainly has the ability to withstand it."

Gulina softly added, "But this is the 100th floor. Logically, the monster's attack power should be stronger than that of the 90th floor."

Lu Qingchuan's gaze remained fixed, his voice still steady: "So he's gambling, gambling that his physique can withstand that blow."

After saying that, he paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at Wang Zekai: "If Chen Ye finds out about that monster, we should also take action immediately."

Wang Zekai nodded emphatically: "Understood."

Lu Qingchuan withdrew his gaze and focused it back on the figure on the other side of the hall.

……

at the same time.

The control tower has 79 floors.

Qin Zhaoyang was squatting against the wall next to the elevator entrance, his gaze idly sweeping over the floor displays of the elevators in the lobby.

His gaze finally settled on their monitor: "Ye-ge and the others have reached the 100th floor. I wonder how things are going now."

Zhou Yating stood a few steps away, her gaze also fixed on the monitor, but she didn't respond.

Qin Zhaoyang glanced at the elevators in the lobby again: "Speaking of which, those people didn't even leave one elevator for us. Now we can't go up even if we wanted to."

Zhou Yating finally turned her head to look at him: "Chen Ye told us to wait here, so we just need to wait. We can't help much if we go up, and it will only distract Chen Ye."

Qin Zhaoyang sighed: "I know, it's just... waiting here is too painful."

He leaned against the wall, his gaze drifting aimlessly across the elevator floor displays.

At that moment, the numbers on the floor display of the elevator on the far left of the lobby suddenly jumped.

Qin Zhaoyang's gaze was drawn to that sudden movement: "Someone else is going to the 100th floor?"

Zhou Yating followed Qin Zhaoyang's gaze and saw that the elevator floor number was continuously rising.

She frowned slightly. The elevators in the control tower were fast, but this one was ascending very slowly, as if it paused at each floor.

"The class monitor?"

Qin Zhaoyang turned his head to look at Zhou Yating and noticed the change in her expression.

"It's not going to the 100th floor." Zhou Yating's voice was low, with a hint of tense vigilance: "That elevator is searching for floors; it should have stopped on every floor."

"Search for floors? Search for what?"

Qin Zhaoyang was puzzled.

Zhou Yating did not answer, her gaze fixed on the elevator's floor display.

77 floors.

78 floors.

79 floors.

The elevator doors slid open silently.

Two familiar faces stepped out of the sedan chair.

It was Lei Xing and Li Tianran.

A silver-white six-pointed star cursor hovered above Lei Xing's head, casting a faint halo around his broad shoulders.

Li Tianran's head was completely empty; there was nothing there.

The moment Qin Zhaoyang's gaze swept over their heads, his pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively gripped the alloy longbow in his hand.

Zhou Yating reacted even faster than him. The moment she saw that Li Tianran's head was empty, she understood what the two of them had come for.

She immediately brought up the system chat panel, and a blue light screen unfolded in front of her, her fingertip hovering over Chen Ye's name.

Just then, a blurry figure disappeared from the elevator entrance.

Li Tianran's figure flashed, so fast that he left only a blur in the air.

The next second, he appeared behind Qin Zhaoyang, his left arm choking Qin Zhaoyang's neck from behind, and the dagger in his right hand rose up, the tip of the blade precisely pressed against the back of Qin Zhaoyang's neck.

The cold, metallic sensation traveled up Qin Zhaoyang's neck and throughout his body, causing him to freeze.

"Don't move!"

Li Tianran's voice boomed in their ears, deep and cold.