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

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze: "Gu Qinghuan is gone, he has one less thing to worry about. Since Jiang Ning hasn't left, it seems she wants to settle accounts with us."

Zhao Hai frowned slightly: "Then we..."

"No rush," Chen Ye interrupted him.

There are fewer and fewer people in the square.

Wang Ze led his loosely organized large group northwards, a vast and imposing sight.

The scattered small groups also chose their own directions, heading east, west, and south, and the distance between them grew wider and wider.

In less than ten minutes, only two groups of people remained in the small square at the intersection.

Jiang Ning's team and Chen Ye's team.

The atmosphere became awkward.

Like two strings stretched to their limit, if you tighten them even a little more they will snap.

Jiang Ning took two steps forward and stood about five meters in front of Chen Ye and Zhao Hai.

"Want to settle our personal score?"

Chen Ye smiled slightly, his tone relaxed.

Zhao Hai's silvery-gray metallic sheen spread from his knuckles to his forearm, and his entire palm had completely turned into a metallic texture.

His body leaned slightly forward, like a fully drawn bow, ready to be released at any moment.

Wang Shuo gripped the fire axe tightly, blade facing outwards, blocking Chen Ye's right side.

Li Zheng had already drawn his butcher knife from his waist, the tip pointing in Jiang Ning's direction.

Qin Zhaoyang took two steps back, as Chen Ye had instructed him to maintain distance when positioning himself at a distance.

He picked up the crossbow, the faint blue light on the crossbow arm swirling around it. Three short arrows were already loaded, their tips aimed at Jiang Ning.

Zhou Yating stood at the back of the group, a faint icy blue halo shimmering on the tip of her right finger, indicating that her Ice Arrow technique was ready to be unleashed.

All six people entered combat mode.

Jiang Ning looked at them, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up: "I've said it before, taking my things comes at a price. I'm curious, with a C-level talent, where does your arrogance come from, getting a skill book and becoming so cocky?"

"Jiang Ning, are you really going to make a move here?"

Zhao Hai took a step forward and stood in front of Chen Ye.

"Otherwise what?" Jiang Ning tilted her head. "Wait until you've developed in Guidu for two days, making yourself even harder to deal with? Zhao Hai, do you think I'm stupid?"

Zhao Hai's fists were completely metallic, but he didn't move.

Because Chen Ye hadn't spoken yet.

"Brother Hai, step back."

Chen Ye's voice came from behind Zhao Hai, unhurried and slow.

Zhao Hai frowned and turned his head away: "He's not someone you can handle."

"I know what I'm doing."

Chen Ye stepped out from behind Zhao Hai and stood about three meters in front of Jiang Ning. For two people with strength-type talents, this distance was almost face to face.

"Brother Hai, keep an eye on the others. If Jiang Ning's ten henchmen dare to make a move, just beat one of them to death, and they'll behave."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the ten people behind Jiang Ning before returning to Jiang Ning's face: "As for Jiang Ning, leave her to me."

Zhao Hai gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but in the end he took two steps back and stood about two meters to Chen Ye's right.

This distance allows them to support Chen Ye at any time.

Six against eleven

They are at a significant disadvantage in terms of numbers.

But Zhao Hai stood there, his 1.95-meter height like a wall, forcefully suppressing the aura of the ten people.

"Zhu Peng, don't move." Jiang Ning glanced at the people behind her, then turned back to face Chen Ye: "Let me play with him for a while."

He took a step forward, and the Emperor Engine roared deep within him.

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

The sound was like a giant heart beating rapidly, and each beat caused the air around Jiang Ning's body to tremble slightly.

A pale red halo emerged from within his body, like a thin layer of blood mist enveloping him.

The halo appeared particularly eerie in the grayish-white skylight, flickering with the rhythm of a heartbeat.

"I'm going to smash your bones one by one."

As soon as Jiang Ning finished speaking, the roar of the Emperor Engine suddenly intensified, and a pale red halo exploded. His body shot out from the spot like an arrow released from a bow.

His right fist was already fully charged, and the 16 points of damage were unleashed at this moment. The fist tore through the air with a low whistling sound, heading straight for Chen Ye's face.

This punch was faster, more ruthless, and more deadly than the one on the Corpse Capital platform.

Chen Ye did not dodge.

He pulled his right fist back, rotated his waist and hips, and a low growl squeezed out of his throat.

"A devastating cannon!"

20 points of stamina were instantly drained, and a faint golden halo, almost invisible to the naked eye, appeared on the surface of his fist.

The two fists collided in the center of the square.

"boom--!!!"

The shockwave exploded from the point where the fists met, kicking up dust from the ground and spreading outwards in a visible ring.

Dust splattered on the faces of those around them, blinding them.

Chen Ye swayed slightly, his feet slipped half a step on the ground, and the soles of his shoes made a screeching sound on the floor tiles.

Jiang Ning's body flew backward like a baseball hit by a bat.

His body arced through the air, his feet leaving the ground more than a meter away, flying more than ten meters before his back slammed into the base of the headless statue in the center of the intersection.

"Bang--!"

The dull thud echoed through the empty street.

Several cracks appeared in the stone of the statue's base, and debris was falling from the cracks.

Jiang Ning slid off the base, knelt on one knee, supported herself with one hand on the ground, and let the other hand hang down at her side.

His right hand was trembling violently, not from fear, but from the force of the impact.

Chen Ye's punch was so powerful that his entire right arm went numb, from his fingertips to his shoulder joint, as if he had been struck by a high-voltage current, and every muscle fiber was spasming uncontrollably.

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible..."

Jiang Ning raised her head, her gaze fixed on Chen Ye, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"Your strength... how could it be so high? What kind of talent do you possess?"

His voice trembled as he said this, the disparity in power exceeding his comprehension.

The Emperor Engine was still roaring inside him, and the pale red halo was still shimmering on his body.

But that air of superior composure had vanished, replaced by undisguised horror.

"You never learn your lesson, daring to punch me."

Chen Ye stood still and slowly withdrew his right fist.

The pale golden halo on the fist disappeared, but the burning sensation still lingered on the skin.

His base strength is 10 points.

The heavy cannon deals three times the base strength damage, plus 30 points of strength damage.

Jiang Ning has 16 points of strength after activating the Emperor Engine.

A difference of nearly double is an almost insurmountable gap in a clash of forces.