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

The battle in the arena continues.

He Yunfeng's blade already had four or five white marks, and his defensive stance was beginning to show signs of weakening.

As he parried Zheng Xiao's thrust with his longsword, his body suddenly spun to the right, and the blade, propelled by the spin, slashed horizontally from the side, a layer of crimson light suddenly illuminating the blade.

Skill activated.

The crimson blade of light drew a broad arc in the air, moving so fast that it left only a red shadow in sight, heading straight for Zheng Xiao's waist.

Zheng Xiao did not retreat or dodge to the side; he retracted his spear, the shaft standing upright in front of him.

A phantom image of a dragon coiled around him.

"Bang--!"

The crimson light struck the dragon's phantom and shattered into countless tiny specks of light.

Zheng Xiao's body paused slightly from the impact, and several small cracks appeared on the stone bricks beneath his feet, but he did not take a single step back, and his hand gripping the gun barrel remained motionless.

He Yunfeng's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly for a moment. He had used all his strength in this attack, yet he still hadn't managed to force Zheng Xiao back even half a step.

"I surrender."

He shouted it out without hesitation.

The barriers on the arena vanished at the same moment.

Zheng Xiao sheathed his spear, and the dragon-shaped phantom disappeared. He didn't glance at He Yunfeng again before turning and walking off the stage.

He Yunfeng sheathed his longsword and returned to his seat, saying, "You're right, I'm no match for him at all."

At this point, one of the three round betting coins above his head was gone, leaving only two.

Chen Ye nodded slightly. Zheng Xiaogang was probably using a defensive skill, and the opponent clearly had plenty of skills and items.

"Now we will begin drawing passengers for the second round of the competition between the two sides."

At this moment, the middle-aged man at the head of the table spoke again.

The light screen in front of the six people began to change simultaneously.

The card that had been turned over in front of Chen Ye disappeared, and then a new card appeared in front of him. He reached out his finger and clicked on it, and the card flipped over. It was still the "Guessing" card.

He glanced to his left and right.

The card in front of Lu Qingchuan had been flipped over. He glanced at the card and then said, "This time, I'm the duel card."

He Yunfeng visibly relaxed upon hearing this. He pointed to his own cards, and the outline of the words "Guessing Game" lit up on the screen.

Across the long table, Zheng Xiao and his two companions also flipped over their cards. Zheng Xiao's card read "Guessing Game," Wei Jie's card also read "Guessing Game," and Yu Wei flipped over the "Duel" card.

She glanced at her cards, her expression unchanged, but she turned her head to look at Zheng Xiao, who nodded slightly.

The middle-aged man at the head of the table confirmed the results of the card draw and 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: Lu Qingchuan on the left and Yu Wei on the right.

He noticed that there were already two votes under Yu Wei's name. That was the trust between the three people on the other side. They placed their bets on their own teammate without hesitation. They had absolute confidence in their teammate.

Chen Ye turned his head and lowered his voice: "The Yu Wei on the other side has a mental elemental fire talent. Su Jin's team encountered her before. Logically speaking, her physique and agility shouldn't be too outrageous. Of course, this is excluding special items."

Lu Qingchuan was silent for two or three seconds, then he said, "Trust me, bet on me to win this round."

He spoke with a slightly stronger tone than usual when he said this.

Chen Ye turned to look at him, and Lu Qingchuan met his gaze: "I'll use my item in this round. If I win, the opponent will have used up three betting coins. But if I draw the 'Duel' card afterward, I'll probably have to concede."

"Okay, I believe you."

Chen Ye didn't hesitate for long. He stretched out his finger and pointed at Lu Qingchuan's name.

He currently has three betting coins, and if Lu Qingchuan is determined to go all out, he can still take a gamble.

The main reason was that Lu Qingchuan gave him a relatively stable feeling, and he wasn't a reckless person.

He Yunfeng hadn't moved yet, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the two names twice, his lips slightly pursed.

He only had two betting coins left. If he bet wrong this round, he would only have one left, which was his last margin for error.

Lu Qingchuan turned his head, his gaze landing on He Yunfeng: "He Yunfeng, what are you waiting for?"

He Yunfeng clenched his teeth slightly, then extended his finger and pointed at Lu Qingchuan's name.

Across the long table, Wei Jie glanced at the voting interface and smirked slightly: "Finally, you've shown some backbone."

His voice wasn't loud, but it still carried clearly across the long table.

Lu Qingchuan ignored him, stood up and walked towards the arena with swift and decisive movements.

As he walked toward the arena, the giant axe appeared in his hand.

Yu Wei also stood up from the right side of the long table and walked towards the arena.

The two stepped onto the ring and stood ten meters apart.

A semi-transparent light screen rose up around the arena.

The moment the light screen closed, Lu Qingchuan moved first.

His right leg slammed off the stone floor, and he was launched out of the ground like a cannonball.

The giant axe twirled halfway in his hand, and the pale blue halo on the axe blade suddenly lit up during the twirling, expanding from the axe body to both sides and condensing into a broad, blue-white giant axe shadow in mid-air.

Yu Wei did not back down. She raised her right hand, spread her fingers, and faced Lu Qingchuan.

Crimson sparks burst forth from her palm, rapidly expanding, condensing, and taking shape in the air.

One after another, Flamebirds appeared in front of her.

She pushed hard with her right hand.

The flock of Flamebirds met the giant axe shadow that was slashing down at her.

A series of explosions tore a rift in the middle of the blue-white phantom, and fragments scattered to both sides, turning into tiny specks of light and dissipating in mid-air.

Lu Qingchuan's body paused slightly in the impact of the explosion. He sheathed his axe and held it horizontally in front of him to block the aftershocks, then slid half a step back on the stone brick ground.

He was at a disadvantage in a direct confrontation.

Yu Wei gave him no chance to catch his breath.

Her hands moved alternately in front of her, and Flame Sparrows poured out from her palms in a continuous stream, more, faster, and denser than the previous batch.

The crimson flame creatures formed a line of fire that kept advancing in mid-air, pressing towards Lu Qingchuan layer by layer.

Lu Qingchuan was forced to switch to defense. The giant axe swung in his hands, each strike precisely hitting a Flame Sparrow and shattering a ball of flame.

But those scattered sparks quickly coalesced into new flame birds before landing, swooping down on him from even more treacherous angles.

He was gradually pushed to the edge of the ring.

The number of Flame Sparrows surrounding Yu Wei continued to increase, ten, twenty, thirty, and crimson light connected on one side of the arena, the air twisting and deforming in the high temperature.

She raised her right arm again, then swung it down suddenly.