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

The middle-aged man at the head of the table nodded slightly: "Now we will begin drawing the passengers for the sixth round of the duel between the two sides."

The light screen in front of the eight people began to change again, and cards emerged from the center of the light screen.

Wei Jie's finger landed on the unopened card in front of him, and his fingertip paused for a moment as it touched the light screen.

His movements carried a hesitation he himself was unaware of, pausing for less than half a second before he pressed it.

The card flipped over, and the words "Duel" lit up in the center of the light screen.

He stared at the "Duel" card in front of him and couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, another 'Duel' card! Twice in a row? There must be something fishy going on!"

Across the long table, Chen Ye's lips curled up when he heard this. Gu Qinghuan had drawn the "Duel" card on his side, and that gossipy Wei Jie was finally going to be finished.

Wei Jie uses ranged weapons, so it's easy to see that his biggest advantage is speed.

Among the passengers he had seen, only Zhong Xiu's pair of golden wings could match the speed of Gu Qinghuan's throwing knives. Even when he activated his Extreme Shadow state, his speed was far inferior to Gu Qinghuan's throwing knives.

With Gu Qinghuan's victory assured, there's a lot of room for maneuver in this round.

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

As the middle-aged man finished speaking, Lu Qingchuan was about to cast his vote for Gu Qinghuan. He had just reached out his finger to tap the screen when Chen Ye stopped him.

Yang Minghui glanced at Chen Ye and understood his intention, so he didn't rush to place a bet.

Zheng Xiao's brows were furrowed. He naturally understood what Chen Ye was up to, since the other side was hesitant to place their bets.

If he bets on Gu Qinghuan to win, the other side will definitely bet on Wei Jie, forcing Gu Qinghuan to concede. Gu Qinghuan currently has three betting coins, which she can easily afford to use.

In this way, the other party essentially exchanged one betting coin for three of their betting coins.

Wei Jie is safe for now, but what about the next round? If Wei Jie flips the "Duel" card and faces either Chen Ye or Gu Qinghuan, the current situation will recur. Will he still be able to afford to change his strategy then?

Seeing that neither side was placing their bets, the middle-aged man at the head of the long table added, "Please place your bets as soon as possible."

Wei Jie abruptly turned his head: "What's the rush?"

"Bet on Wei Jie."

After Zheng Xiao finished speaking, he reached out and tapped the light screen. He was too lazy to play mind games with Chen Ye anymore.

Wei Jie only has one betting coin left, and he could die in the betting at any time. Rather than let him die meaninglessly, it's better to let him test Gu Qinghuan's abilities.

Yu Wei glanced at Zheng Xiao and pointed her finger at Wei Jie's name on the light screen.

Wu Gang hesitated for about a second, then clicked the button.

Wei Jie raised his head, his gaze passing over the long table and landing on Gu Qinghuan across from him.

Gu Qinghuan was sitting quietly in her seat, with the guessing interface still displayed on the screen in front of her.

Seeing that everyone on the other side had placed their bets, Chen Ye said, "I bet on Gu Qinghuan to win."

Without much hesitation, Lu Qingchuan and Yang Minghui each extended their fingers and tapped on Gu Qinghuan's name.

The vote count fluctuated, with three votes tied at three.

The confrontation on both sides of the long table became clear at this moment.

Everyone has bet on their own team, and both sides will play with the mindset of definitely winning this game.

Chen Ye turned his head to look at Gu Qinghuan: "That guy used to be quite talkative, beat him to a pulp."

Gu Qinghuan stood up from her seat and glanced at Chen Ye: "Don't worry, he only has one betting coin left. He can either admit defeat and be eliminated by the rules, or I'll beat him to death."

After saying that, she strode towards the ring.

Standing behind Chen Ye, Qin Zhaoyang's gaze followed the figure heading towards the arena, and he suddenly exclaimed, "Why do I suddenly think Gu is so handsome!"

"He is quite handsome."

Chen Ye's gaze also fell on that figure's back, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly. A strange emotion suddenly welled up in his heart.

Across the long table, Wei Jie also stood up. Without saying a word, he walked straight to the ring.

The two stood on the arena, and a light screen rose up around them.

Gu Qinghuan stood on the west side of the arena. With a slight movement of her fingertips, nine flying knives emerged from her storage space and floated beside her.

Three swords, as black as ink, and six, as white as snow, stood in a row, trembling slightly.

She put two fingers of her right hand together and pointed forward.

Three black throwing knives shot out from his side in response, so fast that they left only three very thin dark trails in the air.

The sound of the blade slicing through the air was sharp and short, simultaneously cutting towards Wei Jie's throat, chest, and right rib from three different angles.

Wei Jie's pupils contracted sharply the instant the throwing knife left Gu Qinghuan's side.

His reaction was quick; a pair of pale blue wings suddenly unfolded behind him. The wingspan wasn't wide, but in the instant of activation, it pushed his body to the right by nearly a meter.

Three black throwing knives grazed past his body.

The first blade grazed his neck, severing a section of fabric from the collar of his jacket.

The third blade grazed his right side, the air parting on either side of the blade, the resulting gust of air ruffling his clothes.

"You really think you've got me cornered?"

As Wei Jie steadied himself, he took out a longbow from his storage space with his right hand.

The bow was turned over, the bowstring was fully drawn, and an arrow was nocked on the string.

The moment the arrow left the bowstring, a visible layer of air burst forth from the arrow's fletching, forming a high-speed rotating vortex around the arrow, and the sound of the air being torn apart was sharp and short.

Jiang Ning's S-level skill, [Piercing Through Clouds and Breaking Through the Sky], was activated. The arrow transformed into a stream of light carrying swirling air currents, shooting straight towards Gu Qinghuan's chest.

As Gu Qinghuan drew her bow on the other side, she had already raised her left arm, fingers spread and palm facing forward.

The six silver-white throwing knives hovering beside her converged towards the front of her palm, their blades joined together and tips pointing forward, forming a tight cone-shaped array in a very short time.

The six throwing knives began to spin at high speed simultaneously, their rotation speed increasing to a level that was almost impossible to track with the naked eye in less than half a second, forming a silver cone composed of rotating blades.

She slightly retracted her left hand, then suddenly pushed it forward.

The array of cone-shaped throwing knives shot out rapidly, meeting the arrow that was carrying a vortex of airflow.

"clang--!"

A sharp clang of metal clashing exploded in the center of the arena, sparks flying everywhere.

The high-speed rotating blade array collided head-on with the vortex arrows, and the arrow tips were deflected at the moment they touched the rotating blade surface.

The arrows, carrying swirling air currents, were deflected from their original trajectories by the strangulation of the blade array, flying diagonally and striking the transparent barrier at the edge of the arena.

The arrow fletched violently twice before shattering into tiny fragments.