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

Another part of the maze.

The passageway stretched forward under white light, its smooth walls reflecting the six figures rushing forward.

The two running at the front were the jacket-wearing captain of the fifth squad and the black-clad youth captain of the tenth squad, who had previously raised objections to Zheng Xiao's management at the station. The two of them had a combined total of 10,000 red points above their heads.

Behind them, four team members followed closely, looking just as disheveled.

The man in the jacket glanced behind him, his pupils contracting sharply. A figure enveloped in white flames was approaching them at a speed far exceeding their own, the flames leaving a blurry trail in the cold light.

"Damn it! Why did we have to run into that group of people! They're the ones who killed Liu Meng!"

The man in the jacket didn't stop running; he continued his frantic sprint.

In the chat group for train G4899, Zheng Xiao had already revealed the characteristics of the passenger on the opposite train who killed Liu Meng: a young man around 20 years old, using a long gun. The young man chasing him now perfectly matched these characteristics.

The young man in black didn't turn around; his breathing had become rapid: "We'll take as many as we can! We can't give away all the points!"

Their conversation was interrupted by a sudden whooshing sound from behind as nine throwing knives shot out from behind the passage at a speed far exceeding anyone's running limit.

Instead of targeting the man in the jacket and the young man in black running at the front, they precisely caught up with the passenger who was lagging behind in the group.

The man had just turned halfway around in preparation for turning back when a dense array of blades had already slashed into his torso.

The blade tightens the instant it contacts the target, cutting into vital points simultaneously from all angles, producing a short, muffled cutting sound.

Immediately afterwards, two dark figures darted out from behind, moving with ghostly speed, their purple pupils flashing briefly in the darkness.

They accurately pounced on two running passengers, their claws gripping their shoulders and forcing them to the ground.

With his Extreme Shadow state activated, Chen Ye's speed reached a dazzling level. He ignored the two dark figures who had already entangled their targets, and directly swept past them, chasing after the three people running in the lead.

The man in the jacket only had time to glance back before he saw the figure enveloped in white flames closing the distance at a visible speed, the silver-white spear in its hand already thrusting out.

The teammate running behind him was unable to dodge the attack; the gun pierced his chest from behind, protruding from the front, and dark red blood dripped from the tip of the gun onto the smooth ground.

The man in the jacket knew he couldn't escape; the other man was too fast. He glanced at the young man in black beside him, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'll fight him to the death. If you can run, then run."

As soon as he finished speaking, he abruptly stopped, turned around, held his long sword horizontally in front of him, and fixed his gaze on the approaching figure.

The young man in black also stopped, his gaze fixed on the white wall at the end of the passage ahead. His voice trembled slightly as he said, "We can't...we can't escape...we're in a dead end."

The man in the jacket paused for a moment, then followed her gaze to the smooth wall illuminated by the cold white light, where there was nowhere to go.

Behind them, Chen Ye had caught up to within three meters of them. He twirled the Dragon Scale Halberd halfway in his hand, and the spear swept horizontally with a dull whistling sound, carrying a force powerful enough to break a person in half at the waist.

Without hesitation, the man in the jacket gripped the long knife tightly with both hands, holding the blade horizontally in front of him, attempting to parry the blow.

At the same moment, the young man in black raised his short sword and crossed it in front of him.

"Bang--!"

A dull thud echoed through the tunnel, sending sparks flying as metal clashed.

The immense force traveled along the long sword and short sword back to the two men's arms, instantly cracking their thumbs and forefingers. The weapons flew out of their hands, twirled twice in mid-air, and crashed against the wall with a crisp thud.

The two bodies were thrown back by the force and crashed heavily to the ground with two almost overlapping thuds.

The man in the jacket struggled to his feet, his right arm trembling violently, blood gushing from a deep gash between his thumb and forefinger.

He raised his head, his gaze fixed on the figure shrouded in white flames in front of him.

The young man in black collapsed to the ground, his right arm hanging limply at his side.

Chen Ye pushed off the ground with his right foot again, his figure shooting out rapidly, his spear thrusting straight at the man in the jacket.

At the same time, Gu Qinghuan appeared a hundred meters behind Chen Ye, and her nine throwing knives shot towards the young man in black.

Just as Chen Ye and Gu Qinghuan were about to kill the two men, He Yunfeng's voice came from behind: "Don't kill these two yet!"

Chen Ye's gun tip stopped less than three inches from the man in the jacket's throat.

Gu Qinghuan's nine throwing knives hovered in front of the black-clad youths, their tips pointing at their vital points, ready to cut them at any moment.

Chen Ye turned around, the tip of the Dragon Scale Halberd still pressed against the man in the jacket's throat.

His gaze swept across the passage behind him and landed on He Yunfeng, Yang Minghui, and Liang Jing. Zhao Hai, Wen Ning, Qin Zhaoyang, and Zhou Yating were also hurrying over from behind.

The four of them were slightly slower than He Yunfeng and his two companions, and they had only just entered this passage.

Chen Ye's gaze met He Yunfeng's briefly in mid-air, then he asked, "Why?"

He Yunfeng turned his head and glanced at Yang Minghui beside him.

Yang Minghui strode forward and pushed up his frameless glasses: "It's not the right time yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, two strange, pitch-black creatures appeared out of thin air beside him, their forms solidifying. Then, one on the left and one on the right, they pounced on the backs of the man in the jacket and the young man in black almost simultaneously.

The man in the jacket froze abruptly, his pupils dilating rapidly from normal black to an eerie dark purple, exactly like the pupils of the strange creature crawling behind them.

The young man in black underwent the same change at almost the same moment.

The two remained standing with their hands hanging at their sides, no longer struggling, and even their breathing became extremely slow and even.

Chen Ye's gaze sharpened slightly: "You can control them?"

They had been together for the past few days, and he had witnessed Yang Minghui's fighting style before, which involved summoning these strange creatures to fight. This was the first time Chen Ye had seen something like this.

Yang Minghui walked over to the two passengers who were being controlled, waved his hand in front of them to confirm that they had completely lost their autonomy.

Then he turned to face Chen Ye: "It's not about control. My Nightmare Beasts can hypnotize them. As long as they are not subjected to severe external stimuli, they will not wake up. This is part of my innate ability."

Chen Ye's gaze lingered on Yang Minghui's face for two seconds, his mind quickly going through every type of talent he had ever seen.

He had seen many spiritual talents: Gu Qinghuan had telekinesis, Wen Ning had elemental powers, and Wang Ze had a gravity field. But this was the first time he had seen a talent that could directly interfere with the consciousness of others.

"Keep them alive? What are you planning to do?"

Zhao Hai was puzzled and raised a question.

Yang Minghui did not answer immediately. He first summoned the system panel, and a blue light screen unfolded in front of him. He swiped his finger across the screen a few times to display the current score data to everyone.

[Current Points: G4899 (Red) 217500 points, G4939 (Blue) 191800 points]

Chen Ye turned his gaze away from the light screen and looked at Yang Minghui: "You want to keep them as reserve points?"