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

The burly, faceless man threw a punch at Zhao Hai, who retaliated with his own. The two 1.95-meter-tall figures faced each other head-on, their fists colliding.

"Bang--!"

A dull thud echoed through the empty hall, the shockwave spreading outwards from the point of impact, causing the stone bricks on the ground to tremble slightly.

Zhao Hai's steel fist had a dark sheen on its surface, while the faceless man's fist was also covered with a silvery-white metallic sheen.

Zhao Hai frowned, exerted force with both arms at the same time, pushed the faceless man in front of him back half a step, and then pressed down again, throwing punches alternately, each punch accompanied by a heavy whistling sound, forcing the faceless man's figure back several steps.

Two faceless men holding bows faced each other on the other side of the hall.

One of them resembled Jiang Ning, while the other resembled Qin Zhaoyang.

Each of them held a longbow that gleamed with a pale purple light.

Jiang Ning's Faceless Man made the first move.

An arrow, carrying a vortex of airflow, shot out from the bowstring, so fast that it left only a thin streak of light in the air.

At the same moment, Jiang Ning's Ice Crystal Longbow was fully drawn, and he also used the S-level skill Piercing Clouds and Breaking the Sky. The arrow, carrying a vortex of airflow, was released from the bowstring and collided head-on with the arrow opposite him at a distance equal to that of the two.

"boom--!"

The two vortex-like air currents clashed and tore at each other at the point of impact, creating a visible shockwave. Debris from the impact flew in all directions and embedded itself in the cracks between the stone bricks in the ground.

Qin Zhaoyang's faceless man simultaneously fired an arrow.

A pale white light shone on the arrow's surface. The armor-piercing arrow followed a straight and precise trajectory, aiming directly for Qin Zhaoyang's shoulder. Qin Zhaoyang dodged to the side, the arrow grazing his windbreaker before embedding itself in the wall behind him, its fletching still trembling violently.

He took a deep breath, drew the bow again, and the white aura of the armor-piercing sword condensed on the bowstring, shooting towards the head of the faceless man opposite him.

As the faceless figure facing Yang Minghui stepped out of the mirror, its form began to change. Black mist surged from its body, condensing into six pitch-black outlines. The Nightmare Beast materialized from the mist, its purple pupils lighting up at the same moment.

The six Nightmare Beasts spread out in a fan shape, flanking Yang Minghui from different directions.

Yang Minghui dared not be negligent. He summoned six Nightmare Beasts at the same time, their dark figures coalescing beside him, facing the six silhouettes opposite him.

Twelve black figures intertwined and grappled, their claws tearing at each other, emitting dense roars and the sound of bones shattering. Purple light burst forth continuously between the gaps in the beast horde.

Li Jiahao was also fighting against the mirror image of the faceless man. The two figures, each wielding a short knife, stabbed at each other, their bodies constantly shifting between reality and illusion.

Su Jin, Wang Ze, and Yang Qing each faced their own mirror image.

The faceless figures were identical to the real people in appearance; their weapons, postures, and offensive and defensive rhythms were like another version of themselves wielding weapons. The three-way battle was far from easy, but they didn't collapse immediately either, each maintaining their defensive lines and searching for a breakthrough.

Liang Jing was paired with Gu Qinghuan.

Gu Qinghuan's fingers twitched slightly at her sides, and twelve silver-white throwing knives hovered beside her, their tips trembling slightly and emitting a faint buzzing sound.

Among them were the three purple-quality mithril throwing blades that were obtained in the Infinite City.

This is Gu Qinghuan at full power.

After Gu Qinghuan reached level 30, she was able to operate twelve throwing knives.

The moment Liang Jing saw the twelve throwing knives, her pupils contracted sharply.

"Gu Qinghuan..."

She now understood why everyone else was fighting Faceless Men, while she was fighting Gu Qinghuan. It was because she was jealous of Gu Qinghuan. She had the mark of jealousy on her body, and the face of the object of her jealousy was clearly reflected in the mirror.

Just like Qin Zhaoyang's words to her at the train station, she was jealous that Gu Qinghuan was younger and prettier than her.

The mirror image of Gu Qinghuan didn't give her any extra time to react. It raised its right hand, joined two fingers together, and gently pointed in Liang Jing's direction.

Twelve throwing knives shot out at the same time, slicing towards Liang Jing's limbs and torso from different angles, blocking her escape routes, while three silver mithril throwing blades formed a triangular shape and aimed directly at her front.

Liang Jing reacted quickly, instantly activating her protective item. A blue oval-shaped light shield shone from her body, completely enveloping her. The shield had a stable, pale blue sheen and was semi-transparent.

"Clang—clang—clang—clang—"

The twelve throwing knives struck the light barrier in less than a second.

The sound of the silver-white throwing knives striking each other was crisp and frequent, and the blades left fine white marks on the surface of the light shield.

The impact of the three mithril throwing knives was noticeably heavier, and each collision created a visible ripple on the light shield.

Liang Jing's body slid back several steps under the continuous impact, her feet screeching as they rubbed against the stone brick floor.

She gritted her teeth to steady herself, her gaze fixed on the mirror image of Gu Qinghuan opposite her.

It stood still, its posture unchanged, and even its expression remained the same, as calm as Gu Qinghuan's.

After the first round of impacts, the twelve throwing knives bounced back to its side, readjusted their angles, and then launched out again.

The dense "clanging" sound rang out again.

The cracks on the surface of the photomask continued to increase, turning from fine stripes into clearly visible fissures. A small piece of the edge had already broken off, turning into tiny specks of light that dissipated into the air.

Liang Jing's breathing became rapid, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Her voice suddenly rose amidst the resounding impacts: "Yang Minghui! Hurry up! I can't hold on much longer!"

Not far away, Yang Minghui glanced in Liang Jing's direction. The blue light shield was already covered with cracks, and the mirror image of Gu Qinghuan's flying knife was still hitting the same spot continuously.

His brows furrowed sharply as the six Nightmare Beasts beside him simultaneously readjusted their attack rhythm and pounced on the mirrored beast horde opposite them.

The mirror image of the faceless man opposite him clearly also realized his intention, and six Nightmare Beasts simultaneously blocked his way.

Yang Minghui was unable to escape, and Jiang Ning was engrossed in fighting his own mirror image, the Faceless Man, and clearly didn't want to bother with Liang Jing.

Besides, Gu Qinghuan on the other side is going all out; if they go up there, they'll just be throwing their lives away.

Liang Jing was supported within the cracked blue light shield, where the sounds of the twelve throwing knives colliding had become so dense that they formed a continuous chorus.

Her gaze passed through the gaps between the flying knives and landed on the calm, expressionless face of Gu Qinghuan in the mirror image opposite her.

The protective light shield shattered with a deafening roar during the twelfth round of impacts, and blue fragments scattered in all directions. Twelve flying knives broke through the last line of defense and converged on Liang Jing.