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

The second passenger to come up was a middle-aged man wearing a khaki short jacket. There were a few barely noticeable wear marks on the front of the jacket, but overall it was neat and tidy.

He stepped onto the stage, turned around, and took out a short sword that glowed with a purple aura. As he brought up the item attribute panel, new information appeared on the giant light screen above the stage.

【Blade of Swiftness (Purple Quality)】

[Type: Melee Weapon]

[Effect: Agility +30]

[Note: Increases the user's Agility by 30 points. This attribute bonus from equipment does not benefit from talent or skill amplification.]

"Melee weapons that increase agility are not as good as those that increase strength."

A middle-aged man in the front row of the audience casually remarked.

The people nearby nodded in agreement.

"I don't want to change my equipment, I want 20 stamina potions. Come and trade if you want them."

The man in the jacket knew that the weapon was of average value, and he just needed to sell it.

The passenger, who had initially lost interest, became somewhat interested again after hearing the jacket-wearing man's price. After all, it was a purple-quality weapon, and the price was quite cheap.

People in the audience began to whisper among themselves.

A short while later, a thin young passenger walked up to the display stand, took out 20 bottles of strength supplements, and handed them to the man in the jacket.

The man in the jacket put away the potion and handed over the Swift Shadow Blade.

The two moved cleanly and efficiently, without exchanging a single word from beginning to end.

A low murmur arose from the audience.

Some people clicked their tongues in disbelief, while others whispered to the people next to them about whether the short sword was worth the price.

"Continue. Next one."

The woman in uniform on the booth spoke again.

For the next hour, passengers kept going up on stage to show off their belongings.

Some transactions were successful, while others failed.

More and more passengers were arriving at the venue, and people kept going in.

After several rounds of exchanges, Chen Ye turned to Zhao Hai and said, "Brother Hai, in the next round, you go up and exchange your obsidian spear for a gauntlet-type weapon."

Zhao Hai nodded. The obsidian spear was Chen Ye's spoils of war, practically a free gift to him, so he naturally wouldn't be polite.

Having come all the way from the Corpse Capital, the members of the team are now inseparable.

He sat in his seat for a few more moments, until the host on the stage said "Continue, next one" again, before standing up.

The moment Zhao Hai stood up, he exuded a subtle sense of oppression.

Standing at 1.95 meters tall with broad shoulders, even a simple movement like standing up would cause those around him to instinctively turn to the side.

Without straightening his clothes or pausing, he strode onto the display stand.

Qin Zhaoyang watched Zhao Hai's retreating figure and whispered, "I hope Brother Hai can get the weapon he wants."

Chen Ye nodded slightly. Long spears shouldn't be too difficult to use.

Zhao Hai stood on the exhibition platform, glanced around at the audience, and then flipped his right hand, and the jet-black spear appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The gun's body was entirely dark, with a layer of steady, pale purple light flowing around it. Even under the soft lighting of the exhibition stand, that luster was particularly striking.

He summoned the system panel, and a pale blue light screen unfolded above the spear, clearly displaying the item information.

The information on the giant light screen above the platform was also updated accordingly.

【Dragon Scale Ancient Halberd (Purple Quality)】

[Type: Melee Weapon]

[Effect: Strength +30]

[Note: Increases the user's Strength attribute by 30 points. Equipment-based attribute bonuses do not benefit from talent or skill amplification.]

Zhao Hai's voice came from the center of the booth, concise and clear.

The audience fell silent for a moment.

The spear is considered the king of weapons, with wide applicability, and this weapon aroused the interest of many passengers.

"25 vials of the medicine, are you selling?"

A voice came from the left-hand seating area, carrying a tentative casualness.

Zhao Hai glanced in that direction, his tone unchanged: "Not for sale, only for exchange."

The voice did not press further.

A little while later, a burly man who looked to be nearly forty years old stood up from the fourth row.

He walked up the steps to the display stand, stood opposite Zhao Hai, looked Zhao Hai up and down at the obsidian spear in his hand, then took out a pair of gauntlet weapons and summoned the weapon information panel.

"Purple quality gauntlets, +15 Strength, +15 Constitution, a well-balanced weapon, good for both offense and defense. Trade it for your spear, fair trade."

The man's voice was deep, his gaze fixed on the obsidian spear.

Zhao Hai's gaze lingered for two seconds on the item information screen of the gauntlets, then he looked up at the burly man: "I want the ones with pure strength bonus."

The burly man frowned slightly: "You're good at close combat, right? But you still need to improve your physique. The overall stats of my gauntlets aren't any worse than your spear."

"Weapon attributes are not affected by talents and skills, so the extra 15 points of constitution don't have much of an impact on me."

Zhao Hai's voice remained steady, but there was a hint of uncompromising intent in his tone.

The burly man's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but when he met Zhao Hai's emotionless eyes, he swallowed his words.

He put away his boxing gloves, turned around and walked off the stage, his steps quickening as he came up, carrying a sense of displeasure at being rejected.

The audience fell silent for a moment.

Many passengers were interested in the long spear in Zhao Hai's hand, but none of them could offer Zhao Hai the weapon they desired in exchange. Even when the potion was increased to 35 spears, Zhao Hai remained unmoved.

People in the audience started talking in hushed tones.

Some people thought Zhao Hai was too picky, while others started looking through their own storage space inventory, wondering if they had any equipment that met their requirements.

Qin Zhaoyang sat in his seat, his eyes fixed on Zhao Hai's figure on the stage, watching him refuse several transactions in a row, and watching him still standing there, showing no intention of backing down.

He could sense Zhao Hai's stubbornness—"he wouldn't step down until he achieved his goal"—but he could also sense that the gazes from the audience were shifting from expectation to scrutiny.

He turned to look at Chen Ye, his voice low: "If no one changes positions, Hai-ge won't stay standing there forever, will he? Won't the host kick him off?"

Chen Ye's gaze remained fixed on the exhibition stand, his tone calm: "Even the host isn't in a hurry, why are you?"

"I have what you need here."

Just then, a voice came from the back seat area.

A slight commotion arose among the passengers in the seating area. They all turned their heads to look in the direction from which the sound came.

A young man wearing a dark black coat stood up from his seat.

He looked to be under thirty years old. His facial features were sharp and clean-cut. His features weren't particularly outstanding, but together they created a sharpness that was hard to ignore.

He walked at a moderate pace, descending the stairs from the back row, passing the passengers who had turned to the side, and stepped onto the platform. He stood in front of Zhao Hai and took out a pair of tiger-fist-shaped weapons.

A pale blue light screen unfolded in front of him, clearly displaying information about a weapon.

They were a pair of bronze tiger-fist buckles, with fine, flowing patterns on the surface and a steady, pale purple glow.

The young man spoke up, saying, "Azure Steel Tiger Finger, purple quality, +30 strength, the same attributes as the Obsidian Spear in your hand."

Zhao Hai's gaze fell on the item information screen, and a smile finally appeared on his lips.

He looked up and met the young man's eyes: "Change."

The young man's lips curved slightly: "Sure, but before we exchange them, I have a question I'd like to confirm: does this obsidian spear belong to Zheng Xiao?"