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

Gu Qinghuan easily deflected Wei Jie's attack.

Before he could fire a second arrow, the three black throwing knives that had been fired first had already readjusted their angles and were attacking him again from three different directions.

One blade slashed diagonally down from the left, another thrust horizontally from the right, and yet another aimed straight at his face.

The trajectories of the three throwing knives intersected, forming a three-bladed attack net.

Wei Jie's figure flashed and moved continuously in the narrow space of the ring.

His cyan wings flapped continuously, his body drawing short, sharp zigzag lines in the air as he dodged the first and second blades.

But for the third one, he was half a step too slow.

The blade of the black throwing knife sliced ​​across the outside of his right arm, tearing a long gash in the sleeve of his jacket. The flesh was torn open, and dark red blood gushed from the wound, flowing down his forearm and dripping onto the stone brick floor of the arena.

"hiss--"

Wei Jie gasped, his jaw clenching.

He reached out to touch the recovery potion in his storage space, but the three black throwing knives, after completing the first round of cuts, did not pause at all. They drew three arcs in the air, readjusted their angles, and shot towards him again from three directions.

One cut to the head, one cut to the chest, one cut to the abdomen.

He simply didn't have time to take the recovery medicine.

Below the arena, at the edge of the long table.

Chen Ye's gaze fell on the figure on the arena who was constantly dodging the flying knives, and he basically knew the outcome.

Wei Jie's cyan wings were far less wide and magnificent than Zhong Xiu's golden wings, and they didn't even have the ability to fly. They only provided an extra speed boost when running and dodging.

Wei Jie's talent is at most an S-level agility-oriented talent; he's just waiting for it to reach a higher level.

In contrast, Gu Qinghuan's six silver throwing knives formed a tight defense, while her three black throwing knives launched a fierce attack. The transitions between offense and defense were fluid, and her rhythm remained perfectly consistent.

It's only a matter of time before Wei Jie is killed.

Across the long table, Zheng Xiao's gaze was also fixed on the arena. He watched Wei Jie struggling against the flying knives, and his brows furrowed slightly. In fact, he had already mentally prepared himself before the duel.

This game is going to be lost. The previously favorable situation took a sharp turn for the worse after Chen Ye suggested adding more players.

With Wei Jie dead at the end of the game, Yu Wei was left with only one betting coin, and they were on the verge of collapse.

Chen Ye was already a threat, but now there's Gu Qinghuan, and even Yang Minghui is proving to be a problem.

This was the most stressful he had ever faced since participating in the survival trial, but he wasn't in despair yet. Even if all his teammates died, as long as he kept winning, he could still turn the tide.

On the arena, the battle is visibly slipping towards its end.

Wei Jie already had several wounds on his body: his right arm, left waist, and the outside of his left leg. None of the wounds were fatal, but they were accumulating and draining his strength and speed at an exponential rate.

His movements began to sluggish, the frequency of his dodges changed from continuous changes of direction to intermittent pauses, and the flapping frequency of his cyan wings also gradually decreased.

But the number of throwing knives aimed at him kept increasing.

Five white and three black knives formed a dense net of blades, slicing in from all directions, leaving almost no gaps.

Wei Jie had been completely suppressed in a corner of the arena, with a transparent barrier pressed against his back and a relentless barrage of blades in front of him.

He is now like a caged bird, unable to escape.

All he could do was repeatedly turn sideways, bend over, and tilt his head in the extremely small space, allowing the blades to graz his clothes and skin by the slightest distance.

But each dodge depletes his remaining stamina, and after each successful dodge, the next round of attacks comes faster and more frequently.

The longbow in his hand had never been drawn again after the first arrow was shot; he had neither the opportunity nor the energy to draw it a second time.

Gu Qinghuan gave him no further room to struggle.

She clasped her hands together in front of her, and the last of the nine throwing knives, a silver-white one, rose from her side, hovering between her hands, and then began to spin rapidly.

The vibration frequency of the blade increased to a level that was almost impossible to track with the naked eye in less than a second, the buzzing sound changed from low to high, and the silver light on the blade became dazzling.

In the instant the light reached its peak, the throwing knife shot out like a taut silver thread, flashing through the air.

The silver light pierced through Wei Jie's forehead, penetrated his skull, and exited from the back of his head. The momentum of the throwing knife did not diminish in the slightest, and it embedded itself in the center of the barrier at the edge of the arena, emitting a buzzing sound.

Wei Jie froze on the spot.

He maintained that sideways posture, his left leg slightly bent, and his right arm still protecting his chest, but the light in his eyes was fading at an extremely rapid pace.

His body swayed, like a piece of chopped wood, then fell forward, crashing heavily onto the stone floor. Dark red blood gushed from the wound between his eyebrows, spreading a crimson stain on the tiles.

Gu Qinghuan stood at the other end of the arena, her two fingers slightly hooked.

Nine throwing knives flew back to her side one by one from around Wei Jie's corpse and the barrier, drawing nine arcs in the air before landing in her palm and being stored in her storage space.

In this battle, she killed Wei Jie, who was three levels higher than her, without even getting her clothes dirty. At this moment, the blue score number above her head skyrocketed from 15800 to 27700.

She walked slowly to Wei Jie's body, bent down and picked up the longbow with a faint purple glow from the scattered items on the ground.

The bow feels cool to the touch, and the sheen flowing across its arms is smooth and even.

She glanced at it, then turned and walked off the stage back to the long table, casually tossing the longbow to Qin Zhaoyang, who was standing behind Chen Ye's seat.

Qin Zhaoyang took the longbow with both hands, quickly brought up the item attribute panel, glanced at it, then looked up with an undisguised smile: "Thank you, Gu, you're so cool!"

Gu Qinghuan nodded slightly and pulled out a chair to sit down.

Across the long table, one of the circular badges above the heads of Zheng Xiao, Yu Wei, and Wu Gang simultaneously disappeared.

Chen Ye leaned back in his chair and looked up at the middle-aged man in a black suit at the head of the long table: "Continue."

"Now we will begin drawing passengers for the seventh round of the match between the two sides."

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, the light screens in front of the seven people on both sides of the long table began to change simultaneously, and new cards slowly emerged from the center of the light screens.

Chen Ye was the first to tap on the card on the screen in front of him, and he flipped over the "Duel" card this round.

A slight smile played on his lips, then he turned his head and glanced at his teammates: "I'm going for a duel this round, go all in on me later."

Gu Qinghuan and Lu Qingchuan nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

Yang Minghui pushed up his frameless glasses and smiled slightly. "Understood."

Across the long table, Zheng Xiao also flipped his card at the same moment.

"It's finally here."

His gaze shifted from the light screen, across the tabletop, and landed on Chen Ye. Their eyes met briefly in mid-air, neither looking away.

In this round, Zheng Xiao also flipped over the "Duel" card.

Finally, it was a meeting of kings.