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

"My cards are also a guessing game."

Lu Qingchuan's voice came from the left.

He Yunfeng, sitting on the right, frowned. His card was "Duel," meaning he had to go first.

At that moment, a very soft laugh came from across the long table.

Zheng Xiao looked at the card on the screen, a slight smile playing on his lips. His card was "Duel".

Yu Wei glanced at the cards in front of Zheng Xiao, and the corners of her mouth curved up. No matter who drew the duel card, they would not be a match for Zheng Xiao. They held an absolute advantage in this death guessing game.

Wei Jie's gaze also fell on the light screen in front of Zheng Xiao: "I wonder which loser on the other side is who wants to fight our captain."

The middle-aged man at the head of the table scanned the room, confirming that both sides had finished drawing cards, and then said, "The guessing game will begin now. Please place your bets within two minutes."

The light screen in front of Chen Ye switched to the prediction interface.

Two names are displayed side by side at the top of the screen: He Yunfeng on the left and Zheng Xiao on the right. The rules are a guessing game, where you can bet on both your own team's team and the opposing team's team to win. This is quite interesting.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. If you can only bet on your own people, then it's not a guessing game.

Chen Ye's gaze swept quickly between the two names, his finger hovering over the top of the screen.

He is weighing the options.

He Yunfeng is level 26. He can't see Zheng Xiao's level, but judging from the score numbers above the heads of the three people opposite him and the words of the young man next to Zheng Xiao, Zheng Xiao is the captain and must be the strongest.

He Yunfeng is most likely no match for him. Betting on He Yunfeng will cost both him and Lu Qingchuan one betting coin. Three betting coins mean you die after losing three times. In this game that has just begun, every betting coin is a life.

Thinking of this, he turned to He Yunfeng and said, "Try to find out the opponent's strength as much as possible. You can decide when to admit defeat. Lu Qingchuan and I will bet on the opponent to win this round, so we will only lose one betting coin."

He Yunfeng: "...You guys really don't have any faith in me."

Lu Qingchuan continued, "Zheng Xiao has the highest score, so he must be the strongest. Moreover, his level is definitely higher than yours, so it's reasonable for us to bet on him. If we bet on you, we'll both have to spend a betting coin."

He Yunfeng's lips twitched, but he ultimately did not refute.

He also knew that what Lu Qingchuan said was true. The points were there for all to see. Zheng Xiao had a red score of 16,000, while he only had a little over 9,000.

"Alright."

He Yunfeng leaned back in his chair, his tone tinged with resentment.

Chen Ye and Lu Qingchuan exchanged a very brief glance, neither of them saying anything more. They each extended their fingers and clicked on Zheng Xiao's name on the light screen.

The voting numbers on the screen changed; the number of votes under Zheng Xiao's name changed from 2 to 4.

Wei Jie, sitting across the long table, frowned slightly as he looked at the light screen in front of him.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping across the long table and landing on the middle-aged man at the head of the table: "He can still dominate the other side? That doesn't make sense, does it?"

The middle-aged man glanced at him: "The rules say it's a guessing game, so of course you can guess who wins. Are you trying to teach me how to do things?"

Wei Jie's expression froze for a moment, then he quickly waved his hands: "No, no, whatever you say."

"Both sides enter the field."

A middle-aged man with a phone in his right hand.

The ground directly in front of the long table began to crack, and the dark gray marble tiles shifted to the sides, slowly raising a square arena from below.

The arena was paved with the same dark gray stone bricks, with no railings around the edges. It was about 100 square meters in size, enough for two people to move back and forth.

Zheng Xiao was the first to stand up.

He stood up swiftly and decisively, and with a flick of his wrist, a black spear appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The gun body was dark all over, with a layer of steady light purple halo flowing on its surface, just like the luster of Chen Ye's Dragon Scale Ancient Halberd, except that the color of the gun body itself was different.

He didn't look at anyone as he strode towards the ring.

He Yunfeng stood up as well.

His movements were a beat slower than Zheng Xiao's, but there was no obvious hesitation.

With a flick of his wrist, the black longsword appeared in his hand. The blade was broad and jet black, with a faint purple halo around it.

He took a deep breath and then strode towards the ring.

The moment the two stepped onto the ring, four semi-transparent light curtains rose from the edge of the ring, isolating the entire ring from the outside world.

The material of that light barrier was unlike any barrier I had ever seen before. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror and had extremely high light transmittance, allowing me to clearly see every detail on the arena from the outside.

The battle erupted the instant the light curtain closed.

Zheng Xiao's movements were completely unexpected. At the same moment the light screen closed, he pushed off the ground with his right leg, and his whole body shot out from the spot like an arrow.

So fast that it left only a blurry afterimage in the air, the tip of the spear drew a thin black line under the cold light, heading straight for He Yunfeng's throat.

He Yunfeng reacted quickly, making a judgment the moment Zheng Xiao started. He took a half step back with his right leg, lowered his center of gravity, and held his long sword horizontally in front of him, the blade colliding head-on with the tip of the spear.

"clang--!"

The crisp sound of metal clashing exploded within the ring, sparks flying briefly in the air between the two before quickly extinguishing.

He Yunfeng's body slid backward nearly three meters from the impact, his feet leaving two shallow tracks on the stone brick floor.

His arm felt slightly numb, and a small white mark appeared on the blade of the longsword.

Zheng Xiao gave him no time to catch his breath. After the first collision, the spear did not retract at all. The spear tip pushed forward along He Yunfeng's blade, scraping a string of fine sparks on the metal surface, and then suddenly flicked upwards.

He Yunfeng was forced to sidestep, and the blade of his longsword rose from below, attempting to force Zheng Xiao to retract his offensive rhythm.

But Zheng Xiao was faster than he expected. After the gun was raised, it flipped half a circle and swept across from the other side with a dull whistling sound.

He Yunfeng didn't have enough time to adjust the angle of his strike, so he could only sheathe his blade and parry.

The long sword was held horizontally at his waist, and the spear slammed hard against the blade, producing another loud clang of metal striking metal.

This strike was more powerful than the previous one, and He Yunfeng's arms suddenly sank under the impact.

He took several steps back to the side, his shoes scraping against the stone floor with a sharp sound.

Below the arena, Chen Ye's gaze fell on the arena through the semi-transparent light screen.

His gaze didn't follow the two figures back and forth, but was focused on Zheng Xiao. From the start of the battle until now, every shot Zheng Xiao fired had no unnecessary movements. Thrust, parry, sweep, and chop, with almost no gap between each strike.

However, they only used basic attacks and did not use any skills, which clearly indicated that they did not want to reveal their strength too early, or that He Yunfeng was simply not strong enough to make them use their full strength.

"Completely suppressed, Zheng Xiao is very strong."

Lu Qingchuan's voice came from Chen Ye's left, his gaze also fixed on the arena, his voice very low.

Chen Ye nodded slightly without replying. Zheng Xiao's posture and breathing remained unchanged from the moment he stepped onto the stage. For him, those attacks were more like a warm-up.