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

Guo Yang's reaction was not slow.

At the same moment the Nightmare Beast activated its attack, he pushed off the ground with his right foot, shifting half a step to the left. The iron rod swung out from his side, its shaft whistling through the air as it precisely struck the side of the Nightmare Beast that was lunging at him from the left.

"Bang--!"

A dull thud echoed through the arena. The Nightmare Beast that was hit was sent flying like a baseball hit by a bat, crashing into the transparent barrier at the edge of the arena with a thud before sliding to the ground.

But the moment it landed, it readjusted its posture, its four legs pressed firmly against the ground, and the black patterns on its body surface were even darker than before, as if the blow had triggered some kind of stress response.

The Nightmare Beast on the right pounced at almost the same moment.

Its attack angle was lower, close to the ground, with its front claws aimed directly at Guo Yang's ankle.

Guo Yang pulled back his staff and pressed down, the end of the iron rod striking the Nightmare Beast's shoulder blade precisely, slamming it into the ground.

With another muffled thud, the Nightmare Beast's body slid several meters along the ground under the impact, leaving a light gray scratch on the stone brick floor.

As Guo Yang repelled the second Nightmare Beast, he stomped his right foot on the ground and shot towards Yang Minghui.

The opponent has a mental talent, so their physique and agility are unlikely to be high. As long as he gets close, he still has a chance to win.

Even if you can't win, you should at least force the opponent to use their items before admitting defeat.

Seeing Guo Yang rushing towards him, Yang Minghui did not move an inch, nor did he even change his relaxed posture.

A tiny curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he had expected it.

Just before the iron rod, accompanied by a whooshing sound, crashed down on his head, two dark purple lights simultaneously appeared on Yang Minghui's left and right sides.

Two dark silhouettes materialized suddenly from the empty air.

The third and fourth Nightmare Beasts were summoned at the same time.

They appeared at extremely tricky angles. One darted out from the right, meeting Guo Yang's iron bar head-on, while the other lowered its body from the front, aiming straight for Guo Yang's chest.

"Bang--!"

A dull thud echoed through the arena.

Its limbs plowed four shallow marks into the ground, managing to withstand the blow.

At the same moment, another Nightmare Beast crashed into Guo Yang's chest, its front paws gripping his shoulder blades and forcibly halting his momentum.

Guo Yang's pupils contracted sharply for a moment.

He tried to retract his staff and change his move, but the moment he shifted his weight, the Nightmare Beast that had been lying prone on the ground ten meters behind him moved.

Its limbs suddenly stretched out, and its body sprang up from the ground at such speed that it left only a blurry black shadow in the air. It landed precisely on Guo Yang's back, its sharp claws gripping his shoulder blades, and its thick legs clamping down on his waist.

The nightmare beast clung tightly to Guo Yang's back, its eerie purple pupils suddenly lighting up.

"Admit defeat!"

Yu Wei's voice boomed from the direction of the long table, urgent and sharp.

But it was too late.

On the stage, Guo Yang's pupils suddenly dilated in that instant.

The color of the eyeball surface rapidly faded from the normal dark brown, and the dark brown iris was gradually eaten away, covered, and replaced by an eerie dark purple layer.

In less than two seconds, his entire eyeball turned into a deep, dark purple, just like the pupil of the nightmare beast lying on his back.

Guo Yang was hypnotized.

The outcome of the battle was now completely decided.

The nightmare beast clung tightly to Guo Yang's back, its eerie purple pupils continuously emitting hypnotic waves, pinning Guo Yang's consciousness firmly into darkness.

The Nightmare Beast opened its mouth, revealing a mouthful of fine, needle-like teeth, and bit down on Guo Yang's neck.

"laugh--!"

Blood gushed from the bite, and Guo Yang's pupils contracted sharply in that instant. His dark purple sclera trembled violently, and his consciousness was forcibly pulled back half an inch from the abyss of hypnosis.

His mouth opened, and a muffled syllable squeezed out of his throat.

"I……"

"laugh--!"

The Nightmare Beast took a second bite.

This time, the sharp teeth cut deeper than the first time, directly tearing the muscle tissue near the trachea.

Guo Yang's voice was cut off deep in his throat, leaving only broken breaths leaking from the wound. The words "I admit defeat" remained forever in his throat.

Immediately afterwards, three more Nightmare Beasts pounced at the same time.

One bit his left shoulder from the side, one bit his waist, and one bit his right leg.

Sharp teeth embedded themselves in the gap of the collarbone, the bones shattered, and the sound of flesh being torn was dull and continuous.

Yang Minghui remained standing in the center of the arena, not moving an inch. His gaze was fixed on the scene of carnage in front of him, and his face was full of enjoyment.

He understood the rules of the death guessing game very well: if neither side would admit defeat, it would be a fight to the death.

Once he has control over his opponent, the opponent will have virtually no chance to admit defeat.

Below the arena, Liang Jing, sitting behind Gu Qinghuan, muttered, "That freak."

Chen Ye's gaze also fell on the arena. Yang Minghui was usually quite refined, wearing black-rimmed glasses, looking like a knowledgeable scholar.

But right now, he really does seem like a psychopathic killer, enjoying the killing.

The tearing and biting on the arena lasted for nearly five minutes, until Guo Yang's corpse was completely devoured by the four Nightmare Beasts.

Yang Minghui's score jumped from 9150 to 15300, completely consuming Guo Yang's points.

The barriers surrounding the arena vanished silently.

Yang Minghui withdrew his gaze, bent down to pick up Guo Yang's weapon, and put it into his storage space.

He then turned and walked off the stage at a leisurely pace. The four Nightmare Beasts behind him went from solid to ethereal and finally disappeared, leaving only some scattered pieces of internal organs and bloodstains on the stage.

He walked back to the long table, pulled out a chair and sat down, then turned his head to look at Chen Ye, a natural smile playing on his lips: "I have fulfilled my mission."

Chen Ye leaned back in his chair, looked at Yang Minghui, and smiled slightly: "Your strength has exceeded my expectations."

This Yang Minghui is clearly much more reliable than that idiot He Yunfeng. In this round, he directly caused the other side to lose a passenger, even though Guo Yang is a scoundrel.

"Fortunately, I'm actually a pacifist, so there's nothing I can do about it."

Yang Minghui pushed up his frameless glasses, his tone carrying a sense of relief after completing a task.

Across the long table, Zheng Xiao's face darkened, his gaze fixed on Yang Minghui, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Yu Wei's gaze swept over Yang Minghui and then landed on Zheng Xiao's profile: "The things he summons have the ability to control minds. Those who are controlled cannot admit defeat. When fighting him, you must always be on guard to prevent those things from climbing onto your back."