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

The rooftop of a twelve-story building on the south side of the square.

"Is Hai Ge fighting so fiercely, is he courting death?"

Wang Shuo squatted on the edge of the rooftop, gripping the railing tightly with both hands.

"Brother Hai really wants to kill that lizard-headed guy. Look at how hard he's going with every punch. If Brother Hai can actually kill him, then all the cannon fodder Jiang Ning found and the prop he used will have benefited Brother Hai."

Li Zheng also squatted on the edge of the rooftop, watching the battle within the barrier below.

Chen Ye shook his head, his expression grave: "Even if Brother Hai can kill that lizard-headed man and get the reward, he'll be at his last gasp. He'll be completely exhausted, his stamina depleted, and he won't even be able to stand up, let alone fight."

He paused, his gaze falling on Jiang Ning's team outside the barrier: "Jiang Ning's fifteen people haven't put in much effort so far. They've been waiting for the barrier to disappear. If Brother Hai really manages to kill the lizard head, hopefully there won't be any dropped items; just getting the points will be enough."

Hearing Chen Ye's words, Qin Zhaoyang, who was squatting to the side, suddenly looked up: "Brother Ye, do you mean Jiang Ning is going to steal the dropped items? Have they no shame?"

Chen Ye glanced at him but didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "If you were Jiang Ning, would you let Hai Ge take the equipment you've already got?"

Qin Zhaoyang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed the words back.

All four of them fell silent.

Because they all knew the answer in their hearts—no.

In this death game, equipment is power, and power is life.

No one would give up their life so easily, and no one would give up a piece of equipment that could make them stronger just because they "want to save face".

Besides, if Jiang Ning really had any shame, she wouldn't have lied to so many people to become cannon fodder.

Chen Ye checked the time; it was already 5 p.m.

It had already gotten dark; it was getting dark faster than he had expected.

Wisps of mist spread out again, though still very thin, but fog had indeed formed.

Chen Ye frowned.

The fog reappeared at dusk. What does this mean? Does the fog affect monster activity?

These questions flashed through his mind quickly, but he didn't have time to delve into them.

Just as he was about to turn his gaze back to the barrier, he suddenly caught something out of the corner of his eye.

On the rooftop of the building next door, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

That building is three stories shorter than theirs, about fifty meters away. Although the view from the rooftop isn't as good as theirs, they can still see the situation in the square.

The figure was dressed in all black, with a slender figure, her hair tied in a high ponytail, wearing a black tracksuit, and black running shoes.

"She actually came too."

Chen Ye narrowed his eyes slightly; the figure was none other than Gu Qinghuan.

Gu Qinghuan stood on the edge of the rooftop. Her gaze was not on Chen Ye, but on the square below, on the blue barrier, and on the battle between Zhao Hai and the lizard-headed man inside the barrier.

Chen Ye looked at her for two seconds, then looked away and raised the binoculars back to his eyes.

……

Inside the plaza's perimeter.

The invisible boy had already concealed himself and dared not come out again.

It wasn't that he didn't want to fight, it was that he couldn't. The lizard-headed monster had completely figured out his attack pattern. Every time his dagger pierced the monster's body, the lizard-headed monster's tail would sweep towards the spot where he disappeared at an extremely fast speed.

Once, he almost caught him; the wind from the tail grazed the invisible boy's back, leaving a bloody gash. He dared not take the risk again.

The boy with the composite bow was already dead.

The short-haired girl with the B-level talent [Weakness Insight] had been torn in two, her internal organs scattered all over the ground.

The bodies of the four C-level talent students were already lying on the ground within the barrier.

One of them, whose spine had been broken by the lizard's tail, lay motionless on the ground, its eyes still open, its pupils dilated.

One of them had its skull smashed by the claws of a lizard's head, leaving a dent in its skull, and a red and white substance was spilling all over the ground.

One of them had its neck bitten off, and its head and body were only connected by a thin layer of skin.

Another one had his chest cavity crushed, a large part of his chest was caved in, and blood bubbles kept coming out of his mouth; he had stopped breathing.

Of the fourteen people, seven are still standing.

The six students, who had no combat ability, huddled together at the edge of the barrier, shivering.

Zhao Hai stood alone in the center of the barrier, his body covered in blood.

His clothes were torn in several places, and his exposed skin was covered with purplish-blue bruises and white scratches.

There was a cut on his right shoulder from a lizard's claws.

The claw tip still left a two-centimeter-deep bloodstain on his shoulder, and blood flowed down his arm, dripping onto the ground.

His stamina had dropped to one-third; the intense battle had depleted his stamina much faster than expected.

I estimated I could last an hour, but that was in a normal fight, not a death match where every punch is delivered with full force and every second teeters on the brink of life and death.

About twenty minutes have passed since the barrier was set up.

Zhao Hai no longer wanted to kill the lizard head.

All he wants to do now is hold out until the barrier disappears, then he can run away.

Chen Ye is right, staying alive is the most important thing.

The lizard head lifted itself from the short-haired girl's corpse, its scarlet vertical pupils locking onto Zhao Hai once more.

Its body was covered in wounds; Zhao Hai's fist had smashed more than a dozen cracks into its armor plates.

Some of the cracks had already seeped out black liquid, and his right front paw was slightly limping from being hit by Zhao Hai, causing it to pause every time it landed.

But these injuries were clearly not fatal to this behemoth that was over two meters tall.

Zhao Hai took a deep breath, suppressing the pain from the wound on his right shoulder, and his fists hardened again.

The silver-gray sheen is somewhat duller than before.

"Come on, you bastard."

Zhao Hai's voice was hoarse, and he was panting heavily.

The lizard head lunged forward.

Zhao Hai also rushed over.

……

On the rooftop of a tall building on the south side of the square.

Chen Ye put down his binoculars and turned his gaze from the barrier to the rooftop of the building next door.

Gu Qinghuan was no longer there.

He paused for a moment, then looked again; he was indeed not there.

The rooftop was empty, with only twilight and a thin mist.

When did Gu Qinghuan leave?

Where did she go?

A thought flashed through Chen Ye's mind.

She went downstairs.

She went to the square.

She also wanted to steal the kill.

Chen Ye gritted his teeth and turned to look at Qin Zhaoyang.

"Zhaoyang"

"what?"

"With your unerring aim, can you even hit the lizard's head down here?"

Qin Zhaoyang leaned over the edge of the rooftop and looked down, then at the fluorescent green plastic slingshot in his hand, his expression saying, "Are you kidding me?"

"Hey bro, you don't really think I can steal the kill with a slingshot, do you?"

Qin Zhaoyang held up the fluorescent green plastic slingshot and waved it in front of Chen Ye: "This thing is for children aged 8-12. The range is less than 20 meters. We are at least 150 meters away from the square. The marble will fall to the ground after flying halfway."

Chen Ye's gaze returned to the plaza, and his speech quickened: "Isn't your ability guaranteed to hit? Of the five of us, only you have the ability to attack from a distance."

"Even a guaranteed hit can't break the limits of physics! It's guaranteed to hit, but it has to get there first! And if there are obstacles in the firing path, those are guaranteed hit obstacles."

"If I really ignored distance and obstacles, how could my talent only be B-level? It would be SSS-level."

Qin Zhaoyang's "guaranteed hit" means he'll hit the target within range, but unfortunately, he's using a toy slingshot instead of a Barrett.