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

The square was completely silent.

Zhu Peng's mouth gaped open, and Jian Lan's eyes widened as well.

The eight A-level underlings standing in the back row were all backing away.

It wasn't a conscious retreat; it was instinct. The body made the judgment before the brain did: the person opposite them was stronger than their leader.

"Holy crap... Holy shit..."

Wang Shuo almost dropped the fire axe from his hand. He grabbed the handle tightly, his fingers cracking.

Li Zheng was still holding the butcher's knife, but the tip was trembling slightly.

Qin Zhaoyang held the Swift Wind Crossbow, his jaw almost dropping to the ground, his eyes wide as copper bells.

Zhou Yating covered her mouth, and the icy blue halo flickered on her fingertips before extinguishing.

Zhao Hai's metal fists were still raised in front of his chest, but his expression was more interesting than anyone else's.

He had seen Chen Ye exchange punches with Jiang Ning on the Corpse Capital platform; at that time, Chen Ye only forced Jiang Ning back four steps.

And now? He punched Jiang Ning, sending him flying more than ten meters.

How long has it been?

one day.

From when I boarded the bus until now, it's been a day.

So you were promoted one level.

Chen Ye's increase in strength was abnormally large.

A C-level talent couldn't possibly achieve this. Even if you learned the Thousand-Pound Cannon, your base strength is what it is; even if you tripled it, you still couldn't deal that much damage.

Unless his basic strength already far surpasses that of others.

"Chen Ye... just how much power do you have?"

Zhao Hai's voice was very low, so low that only the few people around him could hear it.

Chen Ye did not answer.

His gaze remained fixed on Jiang Ning, ignoring the shocked faces around him.

"It's not over yet."

Chen Ye pulled his right fist back again, and the pale golden halo on his fist surface reappeared, like a golden flame compressed to its limit.

"Take another punch!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Ye pushed off the ground with both legs and charged towards Jiang Ning like a cannonball.

His speed was far inferior to Jiang Ning's, but every step he took shook the ground, crushing the gravel beneath his feet and leaving shallow footprints on the paving stones.

Jiang Ning's pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw the golden halo on Chen Ye's fist. He no longer needed to confirm the difference in strength; that punch had already told him that Chen Ye's strength far surpassed his own.

At the last moment, Jiang Ning's body suddenly swerved to the right.

High agility came into play at this moment.

His body twisted at an incredible angle, like a snake slithering under a blade. Chen Ye's fist grazed his left ribs, the force of the punch tearing the fabric of his windbreaker, revealing a white T-shirt underneath.

"boom--!"

Chen Ye's fist slammed into the base of the statue behind Jiang Ning, sending debris flying and creating a crater half a meter in diameter in the base.

Jiang Ning stood two meters away from the base of the statue, panting heavily, her eyes fixed on the pit in the base, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

If that punch lands on him...

He didn't think any further.

"Don't hide! If you're too scared to fight, then get lost."

Chen Ye pulled his fist out of the crater, stood up straight, and patted the gravel and dust off his hands.

Jiang Ning's face turned bright red, and the veins on her temples bulged out, wriggling like earthworms under her skin.

The roar of the Emperor Engine intensified within him, and the pale red halo flickered erratically.

He wanted to make a move.

His muscles were screaming, his talent was roaring, and his brain was calculating like crazy.

To fight or not to fight.

Chen Ye must have used up a lot of his energy; a skill of that level cannot be used indefinitely.

If he uses his agility to exhaust Chen Ye's stamina...

No, Chen Ye must have some stamina potions.

The other side also has an S-rank Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai stood about five meters behind Chen Ye, his fists covered in a silvery-gray metallic sheen.

His gaze remained fixed on the ten people behind Jiang Ning, or more precisely, on Zhu Peng.

The meaning in that look was clear: if you dare to move, I'll beat you to death.

Zhu Peng's face had turned pale, and his hand holding the long knife was trembling slightly.

Jian Lan's expression wasn't much better. She had just seen the crater that Chen Ye had punched, and the half-meter-wide crater in the ground looked like an open mouth, silently telling her one thing: this person's power level was not on the same level as theirs.

Needless to say, the other eight people had already retreated to the edge of the square.

It's too late to fight.

Jiang Ning's eyelids twitched twice.

He took a deep breath, the roar of the Emperor Engine gradually subsided, the pale red halo dissipated from his body, and his right hand, hanging by his side, was still trembling slightly, an uncontrollable muscle spasm.

"Walk."

He didn't look at anyone when he turned around.

Zhu Peng opened his mouth as if to say something, but seeing Jiang Ning's ashen face, he swallowed his words.

Jian Lan walked to Jiang Ning's right, her gaze occasionally sweeping towards Chen Ye's direction.

The eight people followed at the back, some walking quickly with their heads down, and others almost running away.

Someone glanced back at Chen Ye, a look that contained fear, awe, and an almost instinctive reassessment.

Then Jiang Ning suddenly stopped.

He seemed to remember something, turned around, and his gaze landed precisely on Goryeo.

Goryeo was still standing there, holding the sharpened steel bar in his hand, one end of which was still stuck in the ground.

"Didn't you say Chen Ye had a C-level talent? This is a C-level talent?!"

Jiang Ning's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying an extreme amount of suppressed anger.

Goryeo opened his mouth, then closed it again.

She turned to look at Chen Ye, her shock even more intense than Jiang Ning's.

"Well... when they were taking talent statistics in carriage number three, he said he had a C-level talent..."

Goryeo's voice was barely audible, and the last few words were almost inaudible.

"roll."

Jiang Ning only said this one word, then turned around and strode south.

He even suspected that Gao Li was an undercover agent deliberately sent by Chen Ye.

The group of ten people quickly disappeared around the corner of the street, their footsteps fading into the distance.

Goryeo stood still, his hand holding the steel bar hanging limply at his side, his fingertips trembling.

She glanced in the direction Jiang Ning had disappeared; the powerful backer she had just found was gone again.

She stood there, like a telephone pole forgotten in the square, all alone, not knowing which way to go.

Chen Ye ignored Gao Li, turned around, and walked back to Zhao Hai's group.

"Let's go."

His tone was calm, as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Hai stared at him for two seconds, and the silver-gray metallic sheen faded from his fists, revealing his metallic skin returning to its normal color.

Wang Shuo slung the fire axe over his shoulder: "Damn, that felt so good."

"Why did you let him go? Jiang Ning is no match for you at all."

Li Zheng tucked the butcher knife back into his waistband. His expression was much calmer than Wang Shuo's, but the shock in his eyes had not completely faded.

Chen Ye glanced at Li Zheng and said, "I'm just much stronger than him. It's easy to calculate from the attributes he posted in the group that he has 14 points of agility. If he really wants to run, I can't catch up even if I wear rocket boots. Why waste energy?"

Li Zheng nodded: "That's true. His attributes are all doubled, and his level has reached level three. We really can't keep him here. At least now he has to tuck his tail between his legs when he sees us."

Qin Zhaoyang, carrying the Gale Crossbow, jogged to catch up with Chen Ye and walked side by side: "Brother Ye, that punch you just threw gave me goosebumps! Your C-level talent is just too freakish."

His voice rose several octaves, echoing through the empty street.