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

Lu Qingchuan sat in the chair, neither looking up nor speaking, after all, it was he who had asked Chen Ye and He Yunfeng to bet on him to win.

Chen Ye leaned back in his chair, glanced at He Yunfeng, then at Lu Qingchuan, and said, "Alright. It's your turn. Can you win?"

He Yunfeng suddenly turned his head, his gaze falling on Chen Ye. His lips trembled violently twice: "I won't let you bet on me even if I can't win. You're all just waiting to die."

Across the long table, Wei Jie looked at the remaining betting coins above Chen Ye and the other two's heads, and the corners of his mouth widened even more: "Oh! Is this infighting? Actually, you're just struggling in vain. I think you should just admit defeat in the later rounds to save time."

Chen Ye glanced at Wei Jie and said, "You're talking too much. There's a saying that villains die from talking too much. Have you heard of it?"

"The three of you together only have five betting coins left. Let's see who dies first."

Wei Jie was equally assertive in his verbal exchanges.

Chen Ye's lips curled into a smile: "Fine, let's see who dies first, you or me."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man at the head of the long table: "Let's continue."

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded: "Now we will begin drawing the passengers for the third round of the duel between the two sides."

The light screen in front of the six people began to change simultaneously, and new cards appeared on the light screen.

Chen Ye stretched out his finger and pointed to the cards in front of him.

This time he flipped over the "Duel" card.

Chen Ye turned his head to look at Lu Qingchuan on his left, then glanced at He Yunfeng on his right: "Bet on me to win."

Lu Qingchuan didn't say anything more, he just nodded slightly: "Understood."

He Yunfeng sat in the chair, his lips moved slightly, and his gaze lingered on Chen Ye's face for a moment.

There was something swirling in his expression that was hard to define as either doubt or caution, but in the end he said nothing, simply turning his gaze back to the light screen in front of him.

Across the long table, Wei Jie also turned over his cards. He glanced down at them, then looked up and said in a leisurely tone, "Oh, I got the 'Duel' card this round."

"The guessing game will now begin. Please place your bets within two minutes."

The voice of the middle-aged man at the head of the table rang out again.

The light screen in front of Chen Ye switched to the betting interface, where he was facing off against Wei Jie. This time, the betting was quick, and the votes were tied 2-2.

He didn't look any further, stood up, and walked out from his seat.

The Dragon Scale Halberd appeared in his hand the instant he stepped out of his seat.

Wei Jie, who was sitting across the long table, also stood up. His movements were more casual than Chen Ye's. With a flick of his wrist, a longbow with a faint purple glow appeared in his hand.

He took the first step and walked towards the ring.

"Wei Jie".

Zheng Xiao suddenly shouted.

"clear."

Wei Jie walked onto the ring without turning his head.

Chen Ye didn't say much, and followed after him, gripping the Dragon Scale Halberd.

The two stood on the arena, and the semi-transparent light screen around them rose up again.

Wei Jie glanced at the arena and pursed his lips: "This place is so small, it doesn't seem very friendly to me."

He paused, his smile deepening as his gaze fell on Chen Ye: "Oh, by the way, you have a control-type item, right? Why don't you try and see if you can kill me directly?"

Chen Ye frowned slightly. Just as Gu Qinghuan had said, the passenger who had run away earlier had informed Zheng Xiao and the others of all the information.

The fact that the other side is so confident and fearless clearly means they have a way to deal with it, which greatly reduces the value of his White Tiger Seal.

Since that's the case, there's no need for him to hide anything anymore. The opponent will naturally have to consume an item to break the White Tiger Seal, so as long as he wins this battle, he'll still be ahead.

"Since you're so eager to see it, I'll grant your wish."

As soon as Chen Ye finished speaking, his left hand flipped over, and the White Tiger Seal shot out from the storage space. The palm-sized white jade seal drew a smooth trajectory in mid-air and hovered above the arena.

"roar--!"

An invisible circular pulse spread rapidly outwards from the suspended white jade seal.

The speed of the Tiger Roar Pulse far exceeded that of sound. The moment the pulse reached Wei Jie's body, his movements were forcibly frozen, and even the curve of his mouth was frozen at the same angle.

But at the same moment the Tiger Roar pulse reached him, a silver-white ring on Wei Jie's right index finger flashed, and his body suddenly became semi-transparent.

Chen Ye slammed his right foot off the stone brick ground, his body shooting out like an arrow, so fast that he left only a blurry afterimage in the air.

The Yellow Springs Exile was activated, and the spear tip, enveloped in surging black energy, pierced straight for Wei Jie's throat.

The hunched, grotesque phantom of a demon appeared behind him, its empty eye sockets fixed on the frozen figure in front of him.

The spear tip pierced Wei Jie's throat.

There was no damping, no sensation of piercing flesh, and no splattering of blood.

The Dragon Scale Halberd seemed to pierce through the air, passing through Wei Jie's translucent body. The spear tip emerged from the back of his neck and embedded itself in the air behind the arena.

Wei Jie's expression remained unchanged; he maintained the slight curve of his lips as he was frozen in time by the Tiger Roar Pulse.

As expected, it was still a matter of exchanging items for items, but he didn't care. As long as he won this round and made the other side spend three betting coins, that would be enough.

After his first attack failed, Chen Ye sheathed his gun and retreated.

The light of the White Tiger Seal dissipated simultaneously, and the white jade seal transformed into a stream of light, flying back to Chen Ye's storage space on its own.

The effect of the Tiger Roar Pulse disappeared.

Wei Jie also snapped out of his daze; his body remained semi-transparent.

Chen Ye did not continue his attack; he simply stood still, waiting to see Wei Jie's next move.

But Wei Jie didn't make any further moves; he simply shouted, "I surrender."

Chen Ye frowned slightly. Wei Jie gave up so easily?

This doesn't make sense. Even if he used a prop to replace the White Tiger Seal, he shouldn't have given up without even a proper test, since his teammates all bet on him to win.

Chen Ye stood on the stage, watching Wei Jie walk back to his seat. He then glanced at Zheng Xiao's expression. Zheng Xiao's face showed no surprise or regret; it remained calm.

"Don't be so surprised." Wei Jie turned his head as he stepped off the stage. "Anyway, we have a lot of betting coins. If this stage were ten times bigger, I'd really like to have a proper fight with you."

After he finished speaking, the ethereal state dissipated, and his body returned to solid form.

Wei Jie walked back to his seat and leaned back in his chair, looking more relaxed than before, as if conceding defeat was a pre-planned move.

Chen Ye also withdrew his gaze. He stepped off the arena, his fingers gripping the Dragon Scale Halberd tightening slightly.

In the few steps he took to walk back to his seat, his mind went over the entire process of what had just happened, and he felt that something was not quite right.

He sat down in the chair, placed the Dragon Scale Halberd on the edge of the table, and turned his gaze back to the other side of the long table.

Yu Wei and Wei Jie each lost one of their circular cursors, but Zheng Xiao, who was sitting between the two, still had all three circular cursors floating perfectly above his head.

Three.

Not a single one was missing.