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

Wang Ze's fingers twitched, loosening their grip on the knife hilt. He swayed slightly, and Xia Yan supported him from behind.

"It's okay... I won't die."

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping; he was the most seriously injured of all.

Xia Yan didn't say anything, and helped Wang Ze slowly sit down on the ground.

She took a bottle of water from the storage space, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to him.

Wang Ze took the water, took a sip, then leaned on Xia Yan's shoulder and closed his eyes.

Chen Ye withdrew his gaze from the pile of rotten flesh and swept it over the people still standing in the square.

Including them, Wang Ze and Jiang Ning's team, plus Gu Qinghuan and two or three other relatively capable individual fighters, there are only 21 people left alive.

He spotted two familiar faces in the crowd: Gao Li had survived, and Lu Chen, who had tried to snag a skill book in the Corpse City, was also alive.

Li Jiahao and his two henchmen have disappeared. Back in the Corpse Capital, Li Jiahao and his two underlings were living a rather carefree life.

"Have you seen Li Jiahao and the other two?" Chen Ye asked.

Zhao Hai shook his head: "It seems like the three of them disappeared from the very beginning."

Chen Ye looked at Zhou Yating: "Class monitor, when you were compiling the talent statistics, what were Sun Kai and Ma Wenbo's talents? Were they stealth-type talents?"

Zhou Yating thought for a moment: "Neither of them has a talent for stealth."

"Forget about them, we still have one more night to go, and with our current numbers and condition, it's probably going to be tough."

Chen Ye looked at the sky, which was already turning light, and frowned. They had fought with all their might to get through the first night.

He killed countless monsters that night, and his kill points had already exceeded a thousand. As long as he survived this survival trial, his level would rise by at least several levels.

"We don't have many potions left. I only have one left. Once the potions run out, our combat strength will drop by several levels."

Zhao Hai also looked worried.

"The potion..." Chen Ye suddenly grinned, "I have a way."

Zhao Hai glanced at Chen Ye but didn't ask any further questions. He naturally believed Chen Ye when he said he had a solution.

"Brother Ye," Qin Zhaoyang walked to Chen Ye's side, "We've killed so many monsters, there should be some loot, right? Why don't we search these corpses, maybe we'll find some weapons or items."

Wang Shuo was the first to jump up. Blood was still seeping from the wound on his left arm, but he didn't care at all.

"Yeah! After killing so many monsters, we should have something to offer!"

He grabbed the fire axe and turned to walk into the pile of monster corpses.

Li Zheng also stood up from the ground and tucked the butcher knife back into his waistband: "I'll go too. The fallen props should all be next to the corpses."

Zhou Yating raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the corpses: "Then I'll go take a look too."

"Let's go, go and search them all."

Zhao Hai waved his hand and led the way towards the area where the monster corpses were most concentrated.

Those who were still alive in the square stood up when they heard the word "fall".

Twenty-one people moved almost simultaneously.

Some people had weapons, while others had nothing and went to search the monsters' corpses with their bare hands.

Chen Ye also walked over.

Instead of going to the crowded areas, he walked to the edge of the square, where the corpses of some monsters that had been killed but had gone unnoticed were scattered.

He crouched down and turned over the corpse of a crawling monster. The thing's body was already stiff.

The grayish-white skin was covered with cracks, from which black liquid seeped out, emitting a pungent, fishy odor.

There was nothing there.

Chen Ye stood up and walked toward the next corpse.

The second one was a multi-limbed monster, with six limbs curled up like spider legs, and blurry human face outlines embedded in its torso.

He used a boning knife to pry apart the limbs and searched underneath the body.

There's still nothing there.

The third, the fourth, the fifth... Chen Ye searched through each body one by one, but found nothing.

He frowned slightly, but did not give up, and continued toward the next corpse.

"Holy crap! I found a knife!"

Wang Shuo's voice came from the center of the square, carrying an irrepressible excitement.

He threw the fire axe on the ground and held a short knife about forty centimeters long in his hands. A faint white halo flowed on the blade, like some kind of energy coating.

"What quality? What attributes?"

Li Zheng leaned over from the side, his head almost touching the blade.

Wang Shuo summoned his attribute panel, a light screen unfolding before his eyes. He stared at it for two seconds, then grinned: "White quality, Strength +1. It's not anything special, but it's better than nothing!"

He put the dagger back into his storage space, picked up the fire axe, and continued searching for the next corpse.

The square became incredibly lively.

Twenty-one people were all rummaging through the monsters' corpses.

Some people used weapons to pry open the tangled corpses, some used their hands to flip them over, and some simply kicked them apart.

Black liquid was splattered everywhere, and the air was filled with a pungent, fishy stench, but no one seemed to mind.

Gu Qinghuan was also searching.

She stood on the east side of the square, holding a steel pipe she had picked up from the ground.

They used steel pipes to pry open the corpses of monsters one by one.

Her movements were neither fast nor slow, and her expression remained unchanged; she was neither anxious nor excited.

Chen Ye had already searched through more than twenty corpses, but found nothing.

Not all monsters drop items; the drop rate is much lower than expected.

He crouched down and flipped over a piece of flesh that had fallen off a fused body.

The lump of flesh had already stiffened, with half a blurry human face still remaining on its surface.

He used a cleaver to cut the meat in half, and black liquid gushed out from the cut, emitting a foul stench.

Then he saw the light.

A pale green halo emanated from inside the meat.

Chen Ye tucked the cleaver into his waistband, reached into the meat with both hands, and scooped the green light out from the black liquid and bits of meat.

It is a short sword.

The sword is jet black, about half a meter long, and the blade is about five centimeters wide.

Chen Ye brought up the attribute panel.

【Demon Blade (Green Quality)】

[Type: One-handed sword]

[Effect: Strength +3]

[Note: Increases the user's Strength attribute by 3 points. Equipment-based attribute bonuses do not benefit from talent or skill amplification.]

Green quality.

Strength +3.

Chen Ye's lips curled up slightly; he could even find a green-quality weapon here.

Unfortunately, it does not benefit from the bonuses of talents and skills, and only increases the user's strength attribute by three points.

In other words, you have to use a short sword to slash to enjoy the three-point strength bonus, which doesn't match his skill, Thousand-Pound Cannon.

Well, there has been some improvement, but not much.

He gripped the ghost blade in his hand and swung it twice in the air.

The sound of the blade cutting through the air was very faint, like the subtle whistling of the wind passing over the blade.

"Holy crap! Wild Bro! What did you find?"

Qin Zhaoyang ran over from the other end of the square, his eyes fixed on the black short sword in Chen Ye's hand that was gleaming with a faint green light.

"Green quality, power +3."

Chen Ye showed Qin Zhaoyang the attribute panel of Ghost Blade.

Qin Zhaoyang stared at the light screen for two seconds, then suddenly turned his head and shouted towards the center of the square, "Brother Hai! Brother Hai! Brother Ye found a green item! Strength +3!"

His voice boomed across the empty square, and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked in Chen Ye's direction.

Zhao Hai straightened up from the pile of monster corpses, glanced at Chen Ye, and then continued searching through the corpses.

Li Zheng ran up to Chen Ye, stared at the Ghost Blade for two seconds, and then shook his head: "Damn it, why can't I find anything good?"