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

Just then, the three stone doors on the right side of the hall slid open one after another.

Five passengers filed in from behind the door, with a burly man in camouflage leading the way.

He is Guo Yang, the captain of the third team on train G4988. He has a score of just over 6000, which is also the highest score among the five people.

He slowed his pace slightly after crossing the threshold, his gaze quickly sweeping across the hall before settling on the long table.

The other four followed behind him, at different paces; some walked quickly, while others hesitated for half a step before catching up.

Zheng Xiao stood up, his gaze sweeping over the score numbers above the heads of the five squad leaders one by one, and then said, "Guo Yang, Wu Gang, come and sit down."

Without any hesitation, Guo Yang walked over and sat down next to Yu Wei.

The man named Wu Gang hesitated for a moment, but still walked over and sat down next to Guo Yang.

Zheng Xiao had already spoken, leaving him no room for other thoughts. His score was also the second highest among the five squad leaders, which was why Zheng Xiao chose him.

As the two sat down, two light screens popped up in front of them simultaneously, and three circular cursors began to coalesce above the score numbers above their heads.

Wu Gang quickly scanned the rules on the light screen, his pupils slightly contracting as he read the text line by line.

He looked up and glanced at the scores above the heads of the four people across the long table, his expression instantly turning grim.

The opposing team's lowest score is 9000+, while he has less than 6000. Under the rules of this death guessing game, he and Guo Yang are just cannon fodder. Even if train G4899 wins in the end, they are unlikely to survive.

Guo Yang was also looking at the rules, his brows furrowed in a knot. Zheng Xiao hadn't given him a way out either. He had followed Zheng Xiao faithfully all the way here. If he had known this would happen, he should have pretended to be dead and never come here.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze falling on the light screen in front of him. The line "If you run out of betting coins, you will be eliminated by the rules" lingered in his field of vision for a while before slowly fading away.

Neither of them spoke, but they had already calculated the same thing in their minds at the same moment: under this rule, if they flipped over the "Duel" card, they would definitely consume a betting coin.

Now that they've already sat down and joined this deadly guessing game, it's unrealistic for them to get back up. All they can do now is pray they don't get the "duel" card.

The other three squad leaders, standing behind Wu Gang and Guo Yang's seats, also understood the rules of the death guessing game. At this moment, they were all glad that their scores were not high enough.

They didn't care whether Guo Yang and Wu Gang lived or died; as long as Train G4899 won in the end, they would survive.

"The number of participants has been filled. Now we will begin drawing passengers for the fourth round of the competition."

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

The light screens in front of the nine people on both sides of the long table began to change simultaneously, and a new card appeared in the center of each person's light screen.

Chen Ye stretched out his finger and tapped the card in front of him. The card flipped over, and the words "Guessing Game" appeared on the card.

He glanced to his left and right; both Gu Qinghuan and Lu Qingchuan had "guessing" cards.

"My luck seems to be pretty bad. One in four chance, and I got it on my first try?"

Yang Minghui's voice came from the right.

Chen Ye glanced at him sideways: "You have two chances to concede. Let's see who flipped the duel card first."

Yang Minghui nodded slightly, his face remaining relatively calm. His gaze passed over the table and landed on the five people opposite him who were flipping cards.

Across the long table.

Zheng Xiao, Yu Wei, and Wei Jie have also finished flipping their cards, all of which are "guessing" cards.

Only Guo Yang and Wu Gang's fingers remained hovering above their respective light screens.

"You two hurry up, what are you waiting for? Stop dawdling."

Wei Jie's words were full of impatience.

Upon hearing this, Guo Yang and Wu Gang almost simultaneously extended their fingers and tapped the cards in front of them.

Wu Gang flipped his card over, revealing "Guessing Game," and he let out a long sigh of relief.

Guo Yang flipped to the "Duel" card. His pupils contracted slightly the instant he saw those two words. He was about to use one of his three betting coins.

Guo Yang raised his head, met Zheng Xiao's gaze, remained silent for a moment, and then slowly nodded: "Understood, Captain."

Zheng Xiao didn't say anything more and turned away.

When Yang Minghui saw that the score of the person opposite him who flipped over the "Duel" card was only a little over 6000, he relaxed a lot, and even the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved up: "I'm not unlucky, I'm lucky."

"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.

He maintained that standard smile, his gaze slowly sweeping over the nine people on either side of the long table, as if to confirm that everyone was still in their seats.

The light screen in front of Chen Ye switched to the prediction interface, with two names displayed side by side at the top: Yang Minghui on the left and Guo Yang on the right.

Without hesitation, he stretched out his finger and pointed at Yang Minghui's name.

Lu Qingchuan on the left made the same choice at the same moment.

Gu Qinghuan lightly tapped the screen with her fingertip, and the third vote went to Yang Minghui.

Across the long table, Zheng Xiao and his three companions also bet on Yang Minghui to win.

The gap between the two sides was obvious, and Yang Minghui naturally received a unanimous vote.

"Both sides enter the field."

As the middle-aged man at the front of the table finished speaking, Yang Minghui stood up from his seat and glanced at Chen Ye: "This round should be a sure thing."

Then he strode toward the ring, his pace neither fast nor slow, and he even reached out to straighten his collar.

Guo Yang was already standing on the other side of the arena. With a flick of his wrist, an iron rod about two meters long appeared in his hand. The iron rod was dark gray all over, with a pale blue halo on its surface.

He gripped the iron bar tightly, his feet slightly apart, his center of gravity low, landing on the figure opposite him who was slowly walking onto the ring.

As Yang Minghui stepped onto the arena, the outlines of the two Nightmare Beasts beside him solidified, their eerie purple pupils staring intently at Guo Yang, who was ten meters away.

Guo Yang was still a little scared. He had over 6000 points, while his opponent had over 9000 points. The difference was obvious, but fortunately, he could admit defeat.

Both sides took their positions.

The semi-transparent light curtains around the arena rose at the same time.

The moment the barrier closed, the two Nightmare Beasts beside Yang Minghui moved. The Nightmare Beasts were not large, but they were extremely fast.

They go from a standstill to full speed with almost no transition.

Two dark figures shot out simultaneously from the gray-white stone brick ground, moving so fast that they left only two blurry dark trails in the field of vision.

They moved in a pincer movement, flanking Guo Yang from the left and right.