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

Chen Ye and his group wandered through the maze for nearly two hours, navigating its winding paths.

The ground beneath their feet was always made of that grayish-white material, and the walls on both sides were as smooth as mirrors, reflecting the moving figures of the group.

The overhead light strips are evenly spaced, and the cool white light is constant, making it almost impossible to feel the passage of time.

Gu Qinghuan walked at the front, her steps steady and swift, her mental perception always fully developed.

After the maze passage moved for the first time, she readjusted the route, leading the team around two dead ends and a blocked fork in the road, getting closer and closer to the BOSS hall they sensed.

As the corner ahead gradually came into view, Gu Qinghuan suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She frowned slightly and turned to look at Chen Ye: "Some people have already arrived. They're on the opposite train. There are quite a few of them, fifteen in total. They're currently fighting that BOSS."

Chen Ye didn't stop. He slowed down and walked to Gu Qinghuan's side, his gaze fixed on the corner ahead: "How far is it?"

Gu Qinghuan replied, "It's about 150 meters. Just turn that corner and you'll be there."

Chen Ye's lips curled up slightly: "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. Let's sneak over first and then make our move after they kill the BOSS."

Wen Ning walked up from behind, her gaze also fixed on the corner ahead, her tone tinged with caution: "There are fifteen people on the other side, and we only have six. Can we handle them?"

Gu Qinghuan continued, "The highest score among that group is 820 points, and the rest are between 200 and 400 points. This team should be quite strong, but they can't be considered top-tier."

Chen Ye nodded slightly, and with a flick of his wrist, the Dragon Scale Halberd appeared in his hand: "The higher the score, the better. If we devour them all, our train's total score will increase dramatically. We'll have to fight the opposing train sooner or later; there's no way to avoid it."

Although he didn't know the exact level of the opponent, their 820 points were far below his and Gu Qinghuan's. The opponent's only advantage was their numbers, but he also had a reliable way to defend against them.

"Let's do it, kill them and catch up in points."

Zhao Hai walked up from behind Chen Ye, his fists now completely covered in metallic luster, his knuckles glowing with a pale blue light.

"Walk."

Chen Ye took a step, at a moderate pace, his footsteps barely making a sound on the ground.

Gu Qinghuan walked alongside him, six silver-white throwing knives already hovering beside her.

Zhao Hai, Wen Ning, Qin Zhaoyang, and Zhou Yating followed one after another.

……

BOSS Lobby.

A giant beast, over eight meters long, was surrounded by fifteen people.

The monster was enormous, resembling a pangolin magnified countless times, but its carapace was not scales, but rather thick, grayish-white bone plates with sharp, blade-like edges, layered upon layered on its back.

Its limbs are thick and strong, and its claws are deeply embedded in the ground. Every struggle leaves deep scratches on the stone bricks.

The giant beast lowered its head, constantly emitting low roars. Dark red blood seeped from more than a dozen wounds on its body, flowing down the edges of its bone plates and spreading dark patches on the ground.

At this moment, it was already teetering on the brink of collapse. Its movements had become noticeably slower, the intervals between each pounce and tail swish were lengthening, and the support of its limbs was clearly weakening. Its massive body was constantly tilting to one side as it was surrounded.

The fifteen men surrounding it stood in orderly formation, each performing their assigned duties.

Standing at the very front of the line is Liu Meng, the captain of the first squad of train G4899.

As his group moved through the passage, they were separated, but the group of fifteen was still considered a large one among the groups scattered throughout the maze.

Liu Meng, wielding a broadsword, once again cleaved into the crack in the giant beast's skull. Dark red blood gushed out from the blade, splattering all over his face.

The giant beast's body stiffened abruptly, letting out a deafening roar.

Its massive body swayed violently twice, then slowly tilted to one side, crashing heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

The floor of the entire hall trembled.

Liu Meng drew his broadsword, flicked off the dark red blood from the blade, and the red number above his head jumped from 820 to 1820.

Defeat the BOSS and receive 1000 points.

Some of the passengers around him let out a long breath, while others bent over, supporting themselves on their knees to catch their breath.

"Brother Meng, we were lucky enough to kill a BOSS-level monster. Now our train's total points have increased by 1000. At this rate, the opposing train has no chance of overtaking us. We've got this trial in the bag."

One passenger said excitedly.

"Luckily we were with Brother Meng, otherwise it's hard to say whether we could have killed the BOSS even if we had encountered it."

Another passenger echoed this sentiment.

Liu Meng didn't respond to the flattery of these people. He summoned the chat system panel, and a blue light screen unfolded in front of him.

He was about to report the results to Zheng Xiao when, just as he raised his finger and before it even touched the surface of the light screen, a silvery-white streak shot out from the east entrance of the hall, traced a straight trajectory in mid-air, and hovered precisely above Liu Meng's team.

This white streak of light was Chen Ye's White Tiger Seal.

Liu Meng's pupils contracted sharply in that instant. His reaction was not slow; the moment he saw the silvery-white streak of light, he made the judgment that it was not one of their own.

He gripped his long sword tightly, his right foot already pushing off the ground in preparation for retreat.

"roar--!"

When the White Tiger Seal was activated, the speed at which the Tiger Roar Pulse spread was far faster than Liu Meng's physical reaction.

An invisible circular pulse emanated from the white jade seal suspended in mid-air, spreading outwards and freezing everyone's movements at the same moment.

At the same time, six silver-white throwing knives shot out from the east entrance of the hall, moving so fast that they left only six blurry silver streaks in the air.

The throwing knives slashed precisely across the necks and chests of six passengers, the sound of the blades cutting into the skin short and dull, and blood droplets splattering in mid-air.

Chen Ye followed closely behind and stepped into the hall. Without pausing, he slammed his right foot into the ground, leaving a blurry afterimage in his wake.

On the Dragon Scale Ancient Halberd, dense black energy surged and bulged the moment it was thrust out, winding from the spear's tail to its tip, leaving a winding black trail in the air.

The hunched, grotesque ghostly figure reappeared behind him, its empty eye sockets locking onto Liu Meng's direction.

Liu Meng's pupils suddenly contracted.

Before he lost his senses, he saw the blue score number above the head of the youth rushing towards him, which was as high as 1560 points. This score was definitely among the top combat power of the opposing train, and he knew he was doomed.