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

Chen Ye didn't dodge; he chose to exchange blows.

He pulled his right fist back, rotated his waist and hips, and activated the skill "Thousand-Pound Cannon".

20 points of energy were instantly drained, and a faint golden halo appeared on the surface of the fist.

The two fists collided in the center of the platform.

"boom--!"

The sound didn't resemble the sound of fists colliding; it sounded more like two iron hammers striking each other.

The shockwave exploded from the point where the fists met, kicking up dust and gravel from the ground, which then spread in all directions.

Chen Ye swayed slightly, his foot slipped half a step on the ground, leaving a black scratch mark on the ground.

Jiang Ning took four steps back.

He steadied himself on the fourth step, slamming his right foot into the ground, creating a shallow dent in the concrete and cracks that spread outwards.

In terms of pure strength, Chen Ye's skill deals 15 points of strength damage, while Jiang Ning's talent, even when doubled, only deals 10 points of strength, so naturally she can't beat Chen Ye.

The platform was deathly silent.

Everyone stared at the scene, mouths agape and eyes wide.

Holy crap!

I don't know who made the first sound, but then the platform erupted in chaos.

"Who is he? Which carriage is he from? He actually forced S-class Jiang Ning back with a single punch!"

"The one in carriage number three is named Chen Ye, from the Computer Science department. I know him."

"Isn't he a C-level talent? How could he deal this much damage?"

"I know, it's a skill! He used a skill! It's a skill book that dropped from the lizard head!"

"Is the skill that strong? Enough for a C-rank to overpower an S-rank?"

The whispers turned into a noisy discussion.

All eyes on the platform were on Chen Ye. Some were reassessing their positions, some were calculating which side to take, some were glad they hadn't offended him before, and some were regretting not getting on his good side sooner.

Gao Li leaned against the cement pillar, holding the sharpened steel bar in his hand. His gaze lingered on Chen Ye for two seconds before shifting away, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Li Jiahao remained leaning against the pillar, his hands in the pockets of his jacket, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Sun Kai squatted down beside him, his mouth agape in an "O" shape, unable to close it for a long time: "Brother Jiahao... he really got that skill book?"

Li Jiahao did not answer.

Jiang Ning shook her numb right fist, her eyes fixed on Chen Ye.

His fist was trembling slightly, not from fear, but from the recoil.

Chen Ye's punch was more powerful than his, and the result of the head-on collision was that his fist hurt more. If his physique hadn't doubled, that punch could have injured him.

"I didn't expect you to be so observant; you actually figured out we took it just by looking at the weapon."

Chen Ye flexed his right fist, speaking casually.

"However, you're wrong about something." He paused, looking directly into Jiang Ning's eyes. "This skill book isn't yours. In terms of effort, Hai-ge contributed the most. And in terms of the final kill, Zhao-yang did it. This skill book originally belonged to us; shouldn't we take it?"

The veins on Jiang Ning's temples bulged, the roar of the Emperor Engine intensified within him, and the pale red halo flickered uncertainly.

"Zhao Hai." Jiang Ning's gaze turned to Zhao Hai: "You knew all along that the lizard-headed man was killed by your men, yet you still asked me for the Gale Crossbow. You're quite the schemer. I underestimated you."

Zhao Hai stepped out from behind Chen Ye and stood beside him. His 1.95-meter height made him look like a wall, and his fists were covered with a silver-gray metallic sheen.

"Scheme?" He looked at Jiang Ning, a cold smile creeping onto his lips. "Who schemed against whom? You trapped me in the barrier as cannon fodder, and then wanted to kick me aside after you were done with me. The Gale Crossbow was the reward you promised me. If those monsters hadn't arrived in time, you really would have outsmarted me."

He paused, then spat on the ground: "Those who do many evil deeds will surely perish. You deserve it!"

The ten people behind Jiang Ning took a step forward at the same time.

Zhu Peng gripped the steel pipe tightly, and the other eight men also drew their weapons.

Zhao Hai did not back down.

Wang Shuo and Li Zheng walked up and stood on either side of Zhao Hai, their fire axes and butcher knives gleaming coldly in the morning light.

Qin Zhaoyang and Zhou Yating stood at the very back of the line.

Qin Zhaoyang had a crossbow but no arrows, and Zhou Yating was completely incapable of fighting.

The air on the platform seemed to be on fire.

Everyone was backing away, making room for the two teams.

Two teams, totaling seventeen people, faced off on the platform of Shidu South Station.

On one side were Jiang Ning and his ten A-level team members, all of whom possessed S-level talent [Emperor Engine] and combat talent, giving them a clear numerical advantage.

On the other side is Zhao Hai and Chen Ye's team, with the S-level talent [Iron Armor], possessing skills to rival S-level, and also having an A-level and a B-level combat talent member. Their advantage lies in having two S-level combatants.

If a real fight breaks out, the outcome is unpredictable.

The silence on the platform lasted for about ten seconds.

Then Jiang Ning took a deep breath, the roar of the Emperor Engine gradually subsided, the pale red halo dissipated from his body, and his fist loosened.

"Let's go."

His voice returned to calm, a kind of calm that sent chills down your spine.

Zhu Peng opened his mouth as if to say something, but Jiang Ning silenced him with a look.

The ten people turned around and walked back to the open space in front of carriage number five.

Jiang Ning walked at the very back. His pace was slow. When he reached the center of the open space, he stopped, turned around, and looked over the crowd, his gaze landing precisely on Chen Ye. There was a pure killing intent in his eyes.

Then he looked away, turned around, and left.

Chen Ye watched Jiang Ning's retreating figure, and slowly released his right hand.

His palms were sweaty.

The heavy cannon shot consumed 20 points of stamina. His maximum stamina was 100, which was only enough for five punches. Zhao Hai's condition was not very good either.

If Jiang Ning hadn't stopped, and if those ten A-level fighters had really charged up, how long could they have held out?

He didn't know, and he didn't want to gamble.

Qin Zhaoyang let out a long breath: "That scared me to death. I thought we were really going to fight."

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze: "I will fight, but not now. Jiang Ning probably has murderous intentions towards me. He may not be in good condition right now, which is why he hasn't made a move."

Zhao Hai glanced at him: "This is a big problem. Jiang Ning has killed a lot of monsters, so his level will definitely be higher than ours after the settlement. In addition, his talent doubles all attributes, so every level up is an all-round improvement. We need to be extremely careful at the next stop."

Chen Ye nodded: "He is indeed a formidable enemy. Fortunately, many of his men died this time, and we took their weapons and skills. With the tide turning, it's still uncertain who will kill whom."

Chen Ye turned around and looked at the gray-white mist at the entrance of the platform.

More and more people gathered on the platform, and those who had survived emerged one after another from the gray fog, each one looking as if they had just escaped death.

The train doors were still closed and would probably not open until departure time.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze, leaned against a pillar on the platform, and closed his eyes.

His hand rested on the handle of the cleaver, his fingers tapping lightly on the handle unconsciously.

This Jiang Ning cannot be allowed to live.

but not now.

Their strength is not enough yet.

After further development and a few more levels, the SSS-level talent [Superhuman Strength and Chaos] will take effect, and then Jiang Ning will be no threat.

Chen Ye opened his eyes and looked at the gray sky through the gaps in the platform's roof.

The fog was thinner than in the early morning, and the sunlight filtering through it looked as pale as a dead person's face.

The distant building outlines were faintly visible in the mist, and the ruins covered with dark red moss looked particularly desolate in the morning light.

More and more people are getting on the platform.

Those who returned alive emerged one after another from the gray fog. Some helped each other, some staggered alone, some had simple bandages wrapped around their bodies, and some limped along with their injured legs.

Chen Ye roughly counted that there were nearly a hundred people on the platform.