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

On the arena.

Chen Ye's movements have noticeably slowed down.

The white aura completely dissipated from his body, and the time for the Extreme Shadow state was completely exhausted.

His breathing became rapid and heavy, and before the blood at the corner of his mouth had dried, a new trickle flowed down his chin.

Zheng Xiao stood in the center of the arena, about ten meters away from Chen Ye.

He did not continue the pursuit, but simply stood with his gun in hand, composed, like a beast that had cornered its prey and was no longer in a hurry to launch the final attack.

"Why won't you admit defeat? You still have two betting coins."

His voice came from the center of the ring, calm and without any extra emotion.

Chen Ye slowly straightened up, supporting himself with the Dragon Scale Ancient Halberd, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

"What's the use of admitting defeat? It just means you'll live a little longer. I'm no match for you, and nobody on our side is your match either. You've won this deadly guessing game."

He glanced down at the arena from below, through the transparent barrier.

He saw Qin Zhaoyang and Zhao Hai standing at the edge, their tense profiles and clenched fists, and Gu Qinghuan sitting at the long table with her calm, gazing eyes.

"I don't want to watch my teammates die one by one at your hands. Come on, give me a quick death."

He pulled the Dragon Scale Halberd from the ground, held it horizontally in his hand, and then loosened his fingers.

"Clang—!"

The silver-white spear fell onto the dark gray stone brick floor, making a crisp metallic clang that echoed for a moment on the empty arena before falling silent and lying there motionless.

Chen Ye stood there empty-handed, looking at Zheng Xiao. Then he raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, pointing to his heart: "Stab it!"

When he uttered those three words, his tone was as calm as if he were talking about something unrelated to himself, and there was even a slight smile on his lips, as if he were facing death with equanimity.

"You are a good opponent. I won because I have an S-level defensive skill. If this survival trial is a cooperation rather than a confrontation, you would also be a good partner."

Zheng Xiao's tone was tinged with regret; Chen Ye's strength was indeed much greater than that of his two teammates.

Chen Ye stood there empty-handed, the smile on his lips still lingering: "I wouldn't dare cooperate with someone like you who's willing to sacrifice teammates at any moment. For the sake of winning, you'd even use your closest comrades as pawns. Who would dare entrust their back to someone like you?"

Zheng Xiao shook his head and chuckled: "Don't think too highly of yourself. If you were in my situation, you would have made the same choice."

Chen Ye's smile faded: "Alright, enough talk, let's get started. I want to see if I can return to my original world after dying here."

"Alright, I'll send you on your way now. I hope you can return to your original world."

As Zheng Xiao's voice fell, fine blue-white arcs of electricity instantly spread out from the tail of the jet-black spear, rapidly climbing up the dark shaft.

Within a single second, the bullet spread across the entire gun barrel, exploding in the air with a series of fine, dense crackling sounds.

The blue-white humanoid phantom wrapped in lightning reappeared behind him. The phantom's eyes had no pupils, only two pulsating arcs of electricity.

Chen Ye stood still, his hands hanging at his sides, as if he had given up all resistance.

Zheng Xiao stomped his right foot hard on the ground, and the dark gray stone bricks beneath his feet shattered into countless tiny cracks the moment he stepped on them, exploding outwards and sending fragments of stone flying everywhere.

His figure shot out from the spot like a cannonball carrying lightning, so fast that he left only a blue and white afterimage in the air.

The tip of the black spear tore through the air, emitting a sharp, ear-piercing explosion.

The trajectory, carrying an arc of electricity, was like a lightning bolt compressed to its extreme, piercing straight towards Chen Ye's heart.

The distance is rapidly decreasing.

Five meters, three meters, one meter.

Just as the jet-black spear tip, crackling with lightning, was less than half a meter from Chen Ye's heart, a flash of white light appeared in front of him.

A mirror the size of a palm appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The mirror expanded rapidly the moment it appeared, growing from the size of a palm to a meter wide and then to a full-length mirror two meters high. The whole process was so fast that there was almost no time difference.

A silver-white mirror stood on the stone brick floor of the arena, its edges gleaming with a fine sheen. The mirror was as smooth as a mirror, clearly reflecting Zheng Xiao's figure that was so close at hand.

"Pfft—!"

A sharp sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out.

Zheng Xiao's body stiffened abruptly, his pupils dilated in that instant, and a mouthful of scalding blood gushed from his open mouth, splattering onto the smooth surface of the mirror.

His spear pierced the mirror in front of him, and in that mirror, another spear was thrusting out from inside the mirror at the exact same angle, at the exact same speed, and with the exact same force.

The spear pierced his chest with pinpoint accuracy, entering through his heart and exiting through his back. The tip of the spear was stained with dark red blood, and sparks flew from the electrical arc within it.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. The more ferocious and faster Zheng Xiao's attack was, the more ferocious and faster the spear thrust out from the mirror was.

He had no time to react, and before he could even unleash his defensive skills, he was stabbed right through the heart.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood gushed from his throat.

Zheng Xiao's left hand trembled violently. His fingers clawed at the air a few times before he painstakingly pulled out an orange-yellow recovery potion from his storage space.

His fingers spasmed repeatedly due to blood loss and excruciating pain, and the tube failed to reach his mouth several times.

At this moment, Chen Ye slowly walked out from behind the mirror, his left arm hanging at his side, the fabric of his coat that had just been torn by the gun tip still rolled up.

But his right hand reached out and firmly grasped Zheng Xiao's still trembling hand.

Chen Ye's fingers tightened slightly as he gently pulled the recovery potion from Zheng Xiao's trembling fingers.

"Your heart has been pierced, so don't drink it. My injuries are less severe, so please let me drink it."

He slowly unscrewed the cap of the recovery potion, tilted his head back, and poured the orange-yellow liquid down.

The moment the liquid flowed into his throat, the red mark on his shoulder from the electric arc faded visibly.

The bloodstains at the corner of his mouth disappeared as well, and the paleness on his face returned to normal within seconds.

Zheng Xiao's gaze fell on his face, his eyes swirling with resentment.

His lips moved slightly, and after uttering a broken sentence, his body swayed and then he fell backward.

"Bang--!"

His burly body slammed onto the dark gray stone floor with a dull thud.

Dark red blood gushed from the wounds on his chest and back, spreading into a large pool of dark red blood on the stone floor beneath him.

Zheng Xiao's eyes were still open, but his pupils had completely lost their luster.

After completing its reflection, the mirror rapidly shrank, shrinking from a two-meter-high silvery-white barrier back to the size of a palm. It floated up from the ground and landed precisely in Chen Ye's palm.

The luster on the mirror surface subsided, and it returned to being an ordinary small silver mirror.

At the same time, the spear that pierced Zheng Xiao's chest also dissipated, turning into countless tiny specks of light, like fireflies scattered by the wind, silently disappearing into the air of the arena.

All that remained was a fist-sized bloody hole in Zheng Xiao's chest.