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

The lizard head reacted quickly; it didn't even think, its two front paws waving instinctively.

"Ding ding ding—!"

The three throwing knives were knocked away, but they didn't fall to the ground. Instead, they twirled in the air, as if held together by invisible threads, and hovered steadily in mid-air, their tips still pointing towards the lizard's head.

Zhu Peng's pupils contracted sharply: "Brother Ning, there's Lao Liu!"

Jiang Ning ignored him, not even looking in the direction the throwing knife came from. His gaze was fixed on the lizard head, and he had already raised the crossbow in his hand and pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

Three short arrows were fired in quick succession.

One nail was driven into the lizard's left foreleg, another into its abdomen, and a third into the gap in its armor plates, which had already been cracked by Zhao Hai, penetrating nearly three centimeters.

Black liquid gushed from the wound.

"Never mind that, kill the lizard head first!"

As Jiang Ning changed arrows, he pressed forward. The crossbow's firing rate was astonishing, and each arrow precisely struck the gaps in the armor plates on the lizard's head that Zhao Hai had already smashed.

Fifteen A-levels rushed up.

They couldn't break through the defense before, but now it's different. Zhao Hai has smashed more than a dozen cracks into the lizard head's armor plates, and those cracks are the breakthrough point.

Zhu Peng was the first to rush to the side of the lizard's head, raising his machete high and aiming the blade at a crack in the scales, then cleaving down with all his might.

"puff--!"

The blade penetrated nearly five centimeters, and black liquid spurted from the wound, splashing all over Zhu Peng's face.

"We've broken through their defenses! Brothers, keep hacking at the wounds!"

Zhu Peng wiped the black blood from his face, his voice filled with excitement.

The other fourteen men rushed forward, wielding knives, axes, hammers, and steel pipes, all aimed at the cracked armor plates on the lizard's head.

The lizard let out a painful hiss and swung its tail wildly, trying to swat away the annoying flies.

But it had slowed down considerably, and by the time its tail swept across, most people had already dodged.

Only one that was slow to dodge was hit by the tip of the tail, staggered a couple of steps but did not fall, and after regaining its footing, charged forward again.

Jiang Ning's arrows never stopped.

One after another, they were nailed to the most vulnerable parts of the lizard's head: the eyes, the throat, and the gaps in the scaly plates.

The lizard-headed creature's aura had clearly weakened.

Its movements became slower and slower, its roars grew softer and softer, and black liquid gushed from wounds all over its body, pooling on the ground.

At that moment, the three flying knives that had been hovering in the air moved again.

A blade slashed in an arc from the left, aiming straight for the lizard's neck.

He swooped down from the right, aiming for the ankle of his right hind leg.

A slash came from the front, aimed directly at the lizard's claws and wrists.

Three throwing knives, attacking from three directions simultaneously.

It was incredibly fast, even faster than Jiang Ning's arrows.

"puff--!"

The first throwing knife sliced ​​across the lizard's neck, leaving a deep cut on its gray-black scales, from which black liquid gushed out like water from a burst dam.

"puff--!"

The second throwing knife sliced ​​open the ankle of the lizard's right hind leg. The scales there were already thin, and after being hit by Zhao Hai, they had cracked in several places. As the knife slashed through, the entire leg was almost cut in half.

"puff--!"

The third throwing knife pierced the lizard's right wrist, the entire blade disappearing into the flesh, leaving only the hilt sticking out.

The lizard-headed body suddenly stiffened.

Its right hind leg lost its support, and its entire body tilted to the right and rear, crashing to the ground with a thud, kicking up a cloud of gravel and dust.

But it's not dead yet.

Its eyes were still open, its scarlet vertical pupils were still moving, and its mouth was still opening and closing, emitting a low growl.

Zhu Peng was startled by this sudden turn of events and instinctively took two steps back.

He saw the trajectory of the three throwing knives, saw them turn in the air, accelerate, and attack from different angles—something no ordinary person could do.

"Brother Ning, that sixth guy is really strong!"

Jiang Ning frowned slightly; he had noticed.

The attack power of those three throwing knives far exceeded his.

His arrows could only penetrate two or three centimeters into the gaps in the armor plates, while the three throwing knives could cut directly through the armor plates and leave such deep cuts on the lizard's neck.

This is not something an A-level engineer could do.

S-class? Or higher?

His eyes quickly scanned the square, trying to find the person hiding in the shadows.

But he couldn't find it.

Dusk and fog shrouded everything in a blurry light and shadow; only the outlines of distant buildings and a few scattered lampposts on the street could be seen, but no one else could be seen.

"Kill the lizard head first!"

Suppressing his unease, Jiang Ning raised the crossbow again, aimed at the lizard head's eyes, and fired three arrows in quick succession.

His henchmen charged forward again, wielding swords and axes, hacking at every possible spot on the lizard's head.

The lizard-headed creature's resistance grew weaker and weaker.

Its tail stopped sweeping, its claws stopped slapping, and its mouth was still opening and closing, but it could no longer bite anyone.

The scarlet vertical pupils began to dilate, the pupils no longer focused, like two lamps about to go out.

Just then, three more whooshing sounds came from the air.

A butcher's knife, a cleaver, and finally a short knife—the three knives struck the lizard's head precisely, one after another, the wound on its head that Zhao Hai had hammered.

Almost simultaneously, the three thin, cicada-wing-like throwing knives pierced the lizard's throat from three directions. The blades were completely submerged, leaving only three small wounds. Black liquid gushed out from the wounds, forming a thin stream.

Jiang Ning's crossbow bolt, though a second slower, also accurately struck the lizard's forehead.

The lizard-headed body convulsed violently.

Then, it stopped moving.

Its eyes were still open, but its scarlet vertical pupils had completely lost their luster.

His mouth was half-open, revealing uneven yellow teeth, and saliva mixed with black liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth.

The lizard head is dead.

This behemoth, over two meters tall and with a shell as thick as an armored vehicle, finally died.

But no one cheered in the square.

Because everyone's attention was drawn to the same thing.

Beside the lizard-headed corpse, a book burst forth, containing no words or images, only a faint halo of light flowing around it.

The book was encased in a transparent light cover, which was hemispherical and about thirty centimeters in diameter, completely securing the book in the center.

The square suddenly fell silent.

Zhu Peng was the first to rush forward.

He rushed to the light shield and reached out to grab the book.

You can't put your hand inside the light shield.

His fingertips were blocked by an invisible barrier about ten centimeters from the spine of the book.

The barrier wasn't hard, but it was as tough as cowhide. If you pressed your finger on it, it would sink in a little, but you just couldn't get through.