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

Chen Ye looked in the direction she was pointing and saw several familiar faces.

Li Jiahao leaned against a pillar with his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker. Sun Kai squatted at his feet, and Ma Wenbo stood on the other side of Li Jiahao.

All three were alive and looked to be in good condition, at least much better than Zhao Hai. There was no sign of battle on them, which made them look like players who relied on survival tactics. Perhaps one of the three had a special talent that allowed him to avoid danger.

Li Jiahao also saw them, paused on Chen Ye for a moment, and then moved away.

Ten meters away from Li Jiahao and the other two, Chen Ye saw Gao Li's figure. She was leaning against a broken cement pillar, holding a steel bar that was taller than a person in her hand, one end of which was sharpened.

There were other people scattered around on the platform, standing in twos and threes in small groups, keeping a distance from each other, as if they had divided up their own territories.

Some people were leaning against pillars with their eyes closed, some were sitting on the ground drinking water and eating, some were bandaging their wounds, and some were talking in hushed tones.

No one spoke loudly, no one laughed, and no one showed any sign of relaxation.

A silent oppressive atmosphere permeated the air.

Chen Ye roughly counted that there were about forty or fifty people on the platform.

At the platform entrance, people gradually emerged from the gray fog.

A boy in a gray hoodie limped into the platform, dragging an injured leg. He found a corner to sit down, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and didn't speak to anyone from beginning to end.

Two girls walked in, supporting each other. One of them had strips of cloth torn from her clothes wrapped around her arm. The cloth was soaked in blood and was still dripping down.

A tall boy walked in alone, holding a steel pipe in his hand, which was already bent.

With each person who entered, the silence on the platform grew a little deeper.

Qin Zhaoyang squatted on the ground, holding the Gale Crossbow, his chin resting on his knees, his gaze sweeping over the people who came in, muttering to himself, "I wonder how many of the 320 people are still alive."

"At least we're all still alive."

Chen Ye stood beside him, his gaze fixed on the gray-white mist at the platform entrance.

Zhou Yating stood on the other side of Chen Ye: "This is just the beginning. We don't know what we'll encounter at the next stop. Have you ever thought about how lonely that person would be if only one of the 320 people on this train were to die?"

"That must be quite lonely. You have a really unique perspective on this. No wonder you're a science whiz." Wang Shuo's lips twitched slightly.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out at the platform entrance.

Chen Ye turned his head and saw Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning emerged from the gray fog, followed by ten people.

His jacket was torn in several places, and his body was covered in black stains and dark red bloodstains.

But his steps remained steady, his back remained straight, and his aura of "I am strong" did not diminish at all.

Yesterday he had fifteen A-level people around him, now he only has ten left.

Zhu Peng walked to his right, his left arm wrapped in bandages, which were soaked in blood and turned dark red.

His machete was gone; now he held a steel pipe he had picked up from the roadside, its surface covered in black liquid.

The other nine people followed behind, some with injuries and others in relatively good condition.

The moment Jiang Ning stepped onto the platform, the students began to whisper among themselves.

"That beast Jiang Ning almost killed me."

A voice came from the west side of the platform, very low.

"Was that monster in the central square really killed?"

Another voice, tinged with uncertainty.

"Of course it's true. I heard that a skill book even dropped! I heard that Jiang Ning didn't get the skill book and even lost a piece of equipment, the Gale Crossbow that he posted in the group."

The third voice carried a gloating excitement.

Then more whispers began to emerge.

"Look at the people around him, weren't there fifteen yesterday? Five of them died."

"Five deaths are considered a small number. How many of those he tricked into becoming cannon fodder died? At least twenty."

"None of the S-class are good; they're all selfish and self-serving."

"You can't say that. Zhao Hai from carriage number three is quite good."

The sounds grew louder and louder, like summer rain pattering on a tin roof.

Jiang Ning did not stop.

He walked onto the platform, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. His gaze was unhurried, moving from the west to the east, from the north to the south, like a blunt knife slicing across each person's face.

Then, Jiang Ning's gaze stopped; he was looking in Chen Ye's direction.

Chen Ye stood there, hands in his pockets, a cleaver tucked into his waistband, his expression unchanged.

Jiang Ning looked at him for about three seconds, then looked away and led his people toward the open space in front of carriage number five.

People on the platform automatically made way for them.

Ten A-level and one S-level – this configuration still represents an overwhelming force on the current platform.

Jiang Ning walked to the open space in front of carriage number five and stood still.

He turned around and faced the platform.

The Emperor Engine roared deep within him.

"Thump-thump—thump-thump—thump-thump—"

A pale red halo emerged from Jiang Ning's body, appearing and disappearing in the morning light, like a thin layer of blood mist enveloping him.

The air on the platform seemed to have been sucked out. Everyone was staring at Jiang Ning, no one spoke, no one moved, and no one dared to make a sound.

Jiang Ning's gaze fell on Chen Ye again.

"you."

The word wasn't spoken loudly, but everyone on the platform heard it clearly.

Chen Ye did not move.

"Yes, it's you."

Jiang Ning's gaze shifted from Chen Ye to Li Zheng, then to the butcher's knife at Li Zheng's waist, and finally back to the cleaver at Chen Ye's waist: "You were the ones who snatched the lizard head yesterday. Your weapons were still stuck in the lizard head's forehead yesterday."

The air on the platform seemed to freeze.

All eyes were on Chen Ye.

Jiang Ning's gaze shifted from the knife to Chen Ye's face: "You guys picked up that skill book."

It's not a question, it's a statement.

Chen Ye looked at him, neither admitting nor denying.

Jiang Ning took a step forward.

Zhao Hai's body tensed up, the silvery-gray metallic sheen spreading from his knuckles to his forearm, but he didn't move; he was waiting for Chen Ye's instructions.

Wang Shuo gripped the fire axe tightly, while Li Zheng placed his hand on the handle of the butcher knife.

Everyone on the platform held their breath.

Then Jiang Ning moved.

The roar of the Emperor's engine suddenly intensified, a pale red halo exploded, and his body shot out from the front of carriage number five like an arrow released from a bow.

The speed is so fast that it is almost impossible for the naked eye to keep up.

The distance of several tens of meters was covered in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Hai reacted quickly, but Jiang Ning was even faster.

The pale red figure swept past Zhao Hai, who reached out to stop it but missed.

Jiang Ning's target is not Zhao Hai, but Chen Ye.

His right fist was already fully charged with power. All 10 points of basic strength were unleashed at this moment, tearing through the air with a low, whistling sound, aiming straight for Chen Ye's face.

If this punch lands, Chen Ye's facial bones will shatter, his skull will crack, and his brain matter will spurt out from the back of his head.