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

The next day.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Passengers who had been sitting on the stone steps and against the wall all night gradually stood up. Some stretched their stiff necks, while others took out some dry food from their storage space and took a couple of bites.

Chen Ye stood up from the stone steps and stretched his wrists.

He glanced up and down at the spires of the ancient castles around the square, then turned his gaze to the crowd across the square who were gradually getting up.

Chu Yang had already stood up. Their eyes met briefly in mid-air before they looked away.

Just then, the markers above the seven ancient castles in the town lit up simultaneously.

"The trial has begun!"

Qin Zhaoyang sprang up from the ground and dusted off his backside.

Chen Ye glanced at Gu Qinghuan and said, "Let's split up. If there are any passengers from the opposite train in the training ground, kill them!"

Gu Qinghuan nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

Her gaze was fixed on the mirror-shaped mark in the distance, the very cursor of the trial of jealousy.

Wen Ning and Zhou Yating followed behind her.

The three of them didn't linger any longer and quickly walked in that direction.

Qin Zhaoyang: "Brother Ye, which trial are we going to?"

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze, glanced at Zhao Hai and Qin Zhaoyang, and said, "Let's go to the Lust Trial."

After he finished speaking, he led Zhao Hai and Qin Zhaoyang and sped off towards the Rose-Marked Castle.

About twenty minutes later, the three arrived at the castle where the trial of lust was being conducted.

The castle's exterior was no different from the others, with the rose markings atop its spires gleaming a dark red under the greyish-white light.

The castle’s dark wooden door was open, and a line of numbers was clearly displayed on the stone wall above the door.

[5/10]

Qin Zhaoyang's gaze lingered on that line of numbers for a moment: "Five have already gone in."

"Let's go."

Without pausing, Chen Ye stepped through the open wooden door.

Zhao Hai followed closely behind.

Qin Zhaoyang took a deep breath, gripped the longbow tightly, and quickly followed.

The three of them crossed the threshold and entered the trial hall.

The layout of this hall is almost identical to yesterday's Wrathful Trial Grounds.

The ground was paved with dark gray stone bricks, and a light blue light screen floated in mid-air directly in front of them, displaying the number of people entering.

[8/10]

Five people were standing in the center of the hall.

Four men and one woman, dressed in different styles, all between the ages of twenty-five and thirty-five.

The five people's eyes all turned to Chen Ye and his two companions the moment they entered, but they made no other move.

Chen Ye's gaze swept quickly over the five people, then he turned to Zhao Hai and whispered, "Brother Hai, you watch the door. The trial hasn't started yet, they can go out now."

Zhao Hai didn't ask any more questions, he just nodded and stepped back to the front of the semi-transparent light door.

Qin Zhaoyang: "And what about me?"

"Just watch."

Before Chen Ye could finish speaking, he had already grasped the Dragon Scale Halberd in his hand, and with a powerful kick of his right leg, he shot out from the entrance.

The Dragon Scale Halberd twirled halfway in his hand, its shaft glowing with a pale purple light as it rose from below, the tip cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound, precisely piercing the chest of the nearest male passenger.

"laugh--!"

The spear tip pierced the man's chest and exited through his back.

Dark red blood gushed out along the grooves of the gun barrel, dripping onto the stone brick floor and splashing into tiny blood flowers.

Chen Ye flicked his wrist, pulling the gun out of the body.

The body remained standing, swayed slightly, then tilted forward and crashed to the ground with a dull thud.

The pupils of the remaining four passengers contracted sharply at the same moment. Their reactions were quick; none of those who survived to participate in the four-star trial were truly slow-witted.

But Chen Ye was much faster than them.

"spread!"

The female passenger's voice boomed through the hall, with an instinctive sharpness.

She had already taken several steps back, creating some distance between herself and the enemy.

The other three male passengers also reacted immediately, scattering in different directions, with weapons appearing in their hands at the same moment.

Four pairs of eyes simultaneously locked onto Chen Ye, filled with wariness and a sense of surprise and disbelief at the sudden turn of events.

"Didn't Chu Yang say he had reached an agreement with the other train, saying they wouldn't fight each other? Why did he still kill someone?"

The female passenger's voice rang out again.

"Damn it, Chu Yang is lying to us! The agreement they reached last night definitely wasn't about not fighting each other!"

A male passenger gripped a long knife in his hand, his eyes fixed on Chen Ye's direction.

"Let's fight him!"

Another male passenger's voice boomed from the side, his iron bar already swinging horizontally from his side, accompanied by a dull whistling sound, aimed at Chen Ye's head.

Chen Ye did not dodge, nor did he take a single step back.

He stretched out his left hand, fingers spread, and precisely grabbed the iron bar just before it was about to strike his cheek.

The force of the iron rod was abruptly stopped the moment it touched the palm, and the metal collided with the skin with a short, muffled thud.

The male passenger's pupils suddenly contracted, and the iron bar remained motionless in Chen Ye's hand.

Chen Ye's right hand moved at the same moment.

The tip of the Dragon Scale Halberd emerged from the side, precisely piercing the male passenger's waist and abdomen, and exiting from the other side.

The second male passenger cut in from the other side, slashing horizontally with a long knife, aiming straight for Chen Ye's neck.

Chen Ye leaned back slightly, the blade of the longsword grazing his chin, the resulting gust of wind leaving a thin white mark on his skin.

At the same time, his left leg had already taken half a step forward, his center of gravity shifted forward, and the Dragon Scale Halberd was pulled out from the still-falling body at his waist. The spear tip changed direction in the air, piercing through the jaw of the long-sword-wielding male passenger from below and exiting from the top of his head.

The remaining two tried to retreat, to create distance, and to look for an opportunity, but Chen Ye was far faster than them.

The Dragon Scale Halberd twirled in his hand, its tip leaving two almost overlapping silver-white trails in the air.

One shot cut the female passenger's throat from left to right, and another shot pierced the chest of the last male passenger from above.

The dark red blood on the tip of the spear slid down the dragon scale pattern and dripped onto the stone brick floor.

Four corpses fell one after another within seconds, dark red blood gushing from the wounds beneath them, spreading dark red stains on the dark gray stone brick floor.

Chen Ye sheathed the Dragon Scale Ancient Halberd and stood in the center of the hall.

His coat was stained with several dark red bloodstains, and the tip of the gun still had undried blood on it.

He glanced down at the five corpses on the ground, his expression unchanged.

Zhao Hai remained motionless in front of the portal, his gaze sweeping over the corpses on the ground before he let out a soft sigh.

He knew that this wasn't because Chen Ye was bloodthirsty; it was simply that the rules of this trial were forcing everyone to make a choice.

The longer one lives, the clearer one becomes that morality and goodness are luxuries that come at an ever-increasing cost.

Qin Zhaoyang walked up to Chen Ye, his gaze sweeping over the corpses lying haphazardly on the ground. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he asked, "Brother Ye, what's our next move?"