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

Chen Ye paused for a second, then said, "Then let's go down and get within range of us. When the barrier breaks, you'll follow my instructions."

Qin Zhaoyang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Chen Ye's eyes, he swallowed his words and nodded emphatically.

"Okay, Brother Ye."

He got up from the ground and dusted off his clothes.

Wang Shuo glanced at him, then at Chen Ye: "Chen Ye, you don't really expect Zhao Yang's slingshot to kill Lizard Head, do you?"

"Who said we should use a slingshot? That's a child's toy."

Chen Ye raised his binoculars again, aiming the lens at Jiang Ning's team, who were ready to go.

The fifteen A-level individuals no longer stood behind Jiang Ning, but dispersed around the square, each about ten meters apart, forming a loose encirclement.

Their eyes were fixed on the lizard head inside the barrier, like a pack of hyenas waiting for their prey to fall.

Zhu Peng stood beside Jiang Ning, his machete already in his hand.

Further away, Li Jiahao and his two companions hadn't left either.

They stood next to a crooked roadside tree in the southeast corner of the square. Sun Kai squatted on the tree root, Ma Wenbo stood, and Li Jiahao leaned against the tree trunk.

None of the three men drew their weapons, appearing to be mere bystanders.

And then there's Gu Qinghuan, the woman who lied about her talent, always kept to herself, and remained almost indifferently calm when everyone else was panicking.

She also went to the square.

Chen Ye didn't know what her true talent was, but the fact that she had the confidence to operate alone in the Corpse Capital meant that she was at least S-rank or higher, and possibly even SS-rank.

He didn't think any further, raised the telescope to his eyes, and aimed the lens at the barrier.

Zhao Hai is still fighting.

His movements were much slower than before, and the interval between each punch had increased from two or three seconds to five or six seconds.

Your stamina should be almost depleted.

The cracks on the lizard's head were increasing, and a small section of its head was hammered into place, with black liquid seeping out from more than a dozen cracks.

But it kept moving, chasing, biting, and swishing with its tail.

Zhao Hai was dodging, retreating, resisting, and stalling for time.

He glanced at the fog again; it was thicker than before, and visibility had dropped from nearly a hundred meters to sixty or seventy meters.

The fog is getting thicker.

Chen Ye took a deep breath: "Go down to the second floor."

……

Inside the barrier in the square.

The final showdown between Zhao Hai and the lizard-headed man continues.

Zhao Hai's strength had plummeted to rock bottom. His right shoulder wound was still bleeding, and his entire right arm felt like it was filled with lead. Each punch required twice the effort of the previous one.

The lizard's head isn't feeling good either.

Its body was covered with cracks from Zhao Hai's punches, and black liquid seeped out from more than a dozen cracks, pooling on the ground.

The right front paw limped more severely, and it would pause every time it landed, causing the body's center of gravity to shift to the right.

But it hasn't collapsed yet.

The two-meter-tall behemoth was still staring intently at Zhao Hai with its scarlet vertical pupils, its mouth opening and closing as it let out a low roar.

Come on.

Zhao Hai raised his fists, the silver-gray metallic luster had dimmed to the point of being almost invisible.

The lizard head lunged forward.

This time it was much slower than before, and the sound of its four claws digging at the ground was not as powerful as before, but the oppressive feeling was still there, like a moving wall pressing down on Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai did not dodge.

It's not that I don't want to hide, it's that I can't hide.

His legs had reached their limit; his knees were weak, and the soles of his feet ached as if he were standing on a bed of nails.

Let's go head-to-head then.

Zhao Hai gritted his teeth, pulled his right fist back, shifted his weight onto his right foot, and then slammed his fist out.

The lizard's right claw slammed down at the same time.

Fists and claws clashed.

"boom--!"

A muffled, loud bang exploded within the barrier.

Zhao Hai's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, flying seven or eight meters away before his back slammed heavily against the barrier wall.

"Buzz—!"

The blue light screen vibrated violently, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

Zhao Hai slid off the light screen and fell to the ground, a mouthful of sweet and metallic liquid gushing from his mouth.

He tried to stand up, supporting himself on the ground, but his arms trembled like withered branches in the wind, and he fell back down halfway up.

The lizard head took three or four steps back, its right forepaw barely touching the ground, and its whole body was trembling slightly.

It shook its head, its scarlet vertical pupils locking onto Zhao Hai again, and opened its mouth, letting out a low growl.

Then, it walked towards Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai braced himself against the ground and tried to stand up again.

He did it.

He stood up, his legs trembling, blood still seeping from the wound on his right shoulder, but his back was ramrod straight.

He watched the lizard-headed figure approach him, a grim smile tugging at the corner of his mouth: "Looks like I'm going to die here today. It seems you really can't be a good person!"

The lizard-headed creature walked to within three meters of him, opened its mouth, and revealed yellow teeth that gleamed disgustingly in the twilight.

Just then.

"Click—!"

A crisp cracking sound came from above.

Zhao Hai looked up.

A crack appeared on the blue barrier wall.

The cracks started at the top and spread outwards like a spider web, becoming more and more numerous and denser.

"Click-click-click-click—"

The cracking sounds grew more frequent, and the blue light curtain began to flicker, its brightness uncertain.

The lizard-headed creature stopped, raised its head, and stared at the cracks with its scarlet vertical pupils.

"boom--!"

The barrier shattered.

The blue light curtain shattered like broken glass, turning into countless points of light that dissipated into the air.

Dusk and fog rolled in again.

Zhao Hai took a deep breath, and the air, filled with the stench of decay and blood, cleared his muddled mind for a moment.

The six survivors scattered like startled rabbits, none of them looking back, none of them glancing at Zhao Hai, who had carried them for thirty minutes.

Zhao Hai didn't expect them to turn back.

Then he heard a lot of footsteps.

They came from all directions.

Jiang Ning moved; the Emperor Engine was activated again, and her heart pounded like a drum.

His speed was so fast that it was almost impossible for the naked eye to keep up. The blurry shadow went straight from the edge of the square to the center, covering a distance of more than ten meters in an instant.

The crossbow was already in his hand, and the three short arrows gleamed coldly in the twilight.

His fifteen A-level henchmen also made a move.

Zhu Pengchong was at the forefront, his machete raised high above his head.

The other fourteen people surrounded them from different directions, forming an impenetrable encirclement.

The lizard-headed creature hadn't reacted yet.

It had just recovered from the shock of the barrier shattering, and its body was still in the posture it had been in when it walked towards Zhao Hai.

Then, three throwing knives pierced the air and arrived.

The three throwing knives came without warning, as if they appeared out of thin air.

The blade is narrow and thin, and its entire body is silver-white, making its trail almost invisible in the twilight.

Their target was clear: to shoot directly at the lizard's face.