Liu Zilang, who had been hopping around on the spot to avoid the bullets, felt awkward as if he was fighting a battle of wits and courage with thin air. He was furious as if he had taken off his pants after cutting out the Big Pineapple!
Soon enough, these two emotions combined into one sentence: I'll take off the enemy's clothes when he's embarrassed!
Liu Zilang did not heal himself since he did not have much health left. Instead, he used the smokescreen as a cover and dashed toward the top of the hill like a gust of wind.
"Vic is charging toward the top?"
"Wow!
He's brave enough to charge at such a small amount of health? "
"Give it your best shot!
Charge charge charge! "
"Hahaha, that b * stard Satan is terrified."
"What does this mean? It means that America is just a paper tiger!
Oh ho ho!
Come and welcome Vic's righteous iron fist! "
“.....”
There would be no harm if there was no comparison.
Satan's decision to flee without a fight and Liu Zilang's brazen pursuit formed a stark contrast.
Many of Liu Zilang's hateful fans were no longer hateful fans. They had all become his fans.
If one were to say that the audience was inspired by Liu Zilang's valiant spirit of chasing after a cornered enemy, then the casters on the commentary platform were looking at something even further.
Lord Rong was shocked as he watched the match. "Wait, the direction Satan is running toward is a dead end."
It was indeed a dead end.
In the middle of the desolate desert, a radiation electric fence that was even colder than before was slowly devouring the land in the middle of the desert.
In the midst of the chaos, Satan had fled in the direction of the radioactive electric fence.
It would be better if Liu Zilang did not give chase. Satan could find a place to heal up, and perhaps he could make a comeback.
The problem was that Liu Zilang was hot on his heels with the Big Pineapple. Satan's health was like a candle in the wind after being shot in the head by an M24. He would die the moment a bullet grazed him. How would he dare to retaliate?
The corner of Satan's eye twitched as he stared at the silent, deathly electric web that resembled a waterfall in the sky.
The next moment, before the bullets could hit him from behind, he dashed to a slope in front of him and laid prone tactically.
Just as Satan was lying prone, a gunshot rang out from behind!
The rain of bullets flew over his head like a swarm of locusts, creating countless holes in the sand in front of him.
Evidently, if Satan's reaction had been slightly slower, he would have been riddled with holes. Many European and American spectators in the audience broke out in a cold sweat!
"Whew!
That was close! "
"My God, this is so exciting!"
In the match, Liu Zilang saw that his opponent had found cover. Naturally, he would not charge forward without any cover.
Satan's health was low, but Liu Zilang's health was not much better. One shot was all that was needed to kill him. Therefore, he quickly found cover on the high slope of the crater.
However, not only did he have a high vantage point, but he also had the advantage of position. When the blue circle arrived, Satan would be the first to take damage.
If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move.
Liu Zilang was not anxious at all.
Just like that, the blue circle shrouded in the aura of death shrank in silence. The two of them stood facing each other in silence.
The scorching sun hung high in the desert.
In the increasingly anxious air, there seemed to be some sort of message being transmitted back and forth between the two of them.
Satan: "You're pretty fast."
Liu Zilang: "You look cool when you run too."
Satan: "You Asians are really interesting. You're always so stubborn. Do you have any strength?"
Liu Zilang: "I'm not like you. You're a slave to me. I want to be happy."
Satan: "You're saying that I'm a slave to you?
Liu Zilang: "I sail with the wind and run if I can't win. Isn't that the ultimate slave splitting?"
Satan: "Alright, you're right. Give me a chance?"
Liu Zilang: "How can I give you a chance?"
Satan: "I didn't have a choice in the past. Now, I just want to enter the safe zone."
Liu Zilang: "Alright, tell the big pineapple in my hand. Let's see if it'll let you enter the safe zone."
Satan: "Then let me die."
Liu Zilang: "Congratulations, you've guessed correctly."
Bang!
Without warning!
A thunderous gunshot rang out once again!
Almost at the same time, the two of them turned into a blur as they retreated from behind cover.
Before the audience could react, the two of them had finished exchanging blows!
"Flash snipe!"
On the stage, Lord Rong's eyes lit up as he exclaimed in surprise!
The principle of flash snipe was similar to a shotgun. They both utilized the vision of the bunker to attack and retreat at the speed of lightning.
However, the range of the shotgun was very wide. There was basically no need to aim. As long as one was fast enough and skilled enough, one would be able to hit their target.
On the other hand, if one were to use a snipe, it would be extremely difficult to take the enemy's head from a thousand miles away in the blink of an eye.
At that moment, both Liu Zilang and Satan's shots did not land.
There was no other way. They were fast!
The two people's movement techniques were really too fast!
On the caster's camera on the big screen, two streaks of different colors flashed past their ears. Both of them had used their ghost-like movement techniques to unbelievably dodge each other's shots.
'Interesting.'
Liu Zilang raised an eyebrow.
Although his opponent had yet to reveal any information, Liu Zilang had a rough idea of his opponent's identity.
It was not because he was arrogant.
In this professional circle, there were not many players who could match him with flash snipe when he was serious.
Thinking about this, Liu Zilang's lips curled up slightly, revealing an amused smile.
The blue circle was about to shrink.
Since his opponent wanted to play, he did not mind playing with him no matter who he was.
"It's over. Satan is trapped in his own trap."
"I bet he's regretting it now. If he knew this would happen, he would've taken the gamble with Vic."
"Yup. Satan is in a passive position now. He's about to take the blue circle. It's like someone is pointing a gun at his back."
"The moral of this story is that slaves cannot be divided."
“.....”
Everyone shook their heads and sighed when they saw Satan's predicament.
In the match, no matter how strong Satan's heart was, he could not hold it in anymore.
He had to say that he did not regret it at all.
That would be a lie.
However, as a top-notch professional player, Satan would not allow himself to be immersed in such emotions. Instead, he looked coldly in Liu Zilang's direction.
He could not wait until he took the blue circle!
He was already in a disadvantageous position. If he had to fight against the blue circle, he would not be able to fight anymore.
Satan took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
This was a small habit he made before he focused. It was to adjust himself into the best competitive state.
When he opened his eyes again, Satan's emotions were extremely calm. His heart was as cold as ice, and his eyes were cold. He looked as if someone owed him two hundred bucks.
US dollars.
Coincidentally, the caster switched the camera to Satan. When the Western audience saw Satan's gaze, they became extremely excited, as if they were on steroids.
"He's back!
The gates of hell have been opened! "
"That man, the legendary Satan, is back!"
"Tremble!
Cunning Easterner! "
“.....”
Of course, most of the audience who had passed the 'middle school phase' were excited that Liu Zilang and Satan were going to duel again after the California World Championship!
Liu Zilang did not have the title of 'Sniper God'.
However, it had been proven countless times in previous tournaments that he was the uncrowned king of snipers!
Such a person was up against the world-class Sniper God, 'The True Evil King' Satan!
Not only the audience, but even the European and American commentators were shouting at the top of their lungs.
The atmosphere in the arena became more and more intense … It was only when the explosion rang out that the audience came to their senses.
When the audience saw the scene on the big screen, their mouths were slightly agape. They looked like they were suffering from constipation!
Boom, boom, boom-!
The next moment, the sound of explosions rang out incessantly. It was as if the sky had turned into a thunderous bombardment zone.
As everyone knew, other than the 'Charity Duo Tournament', the Solo Tournament for the highest individual honor, 'The Strongest Solo King', and the Squad Tournament for the Heavy Squad Tournament.
In order to eliminate as many coincidental factors as possible, there was no bombardment zone for both tournaments.
There was only one possibility left!
That's right, a man-made bombardment zone!
Purely manual blasting, precise 'poverty alleviation', creating a 360-degree, omnidirectional bombardment with no blind spots!
For example, when the caster pulled back the camera, Liu Zilang, who was hiding behind cover, was throwing grenades at Satan. Everyone's eyes twitched when they saw that.
"F * ck!
What happened to the sniper duel? "
"Is this guy a brute?
I think Satan is going to cry. "
"Tsk tsk, he's not giving him a chance at all."
“.....”
Satan's face was black with anger. His eyelids twitched, and his momentum deflated like a punctured balloon.
No matter how good his condition was …
Frag grenades did not recognize this!
Rumble!
Suddenly, a loud bang was heard from behind him. A strong gust of wind from behind pushed Satan forward and caused him to stumble.
Before he could steady himself, another grenade exploded not far in front of him!
Amidst the flames, an even stronger gust of air hit him, and Satan was sent flying.
However, the moment his feet left the ground, he raised the Kar98K's muzzle with all his might and pulled the trigger with all his might!
F * ck!
The next moment, there was a loud thud. Satan sat on the ground with his butt facing backward.
His head tilted to the side, and he died.
"Se7en2-Vic killed SKK-Satan with frag grenade!"
True Eye of the Devil, dead.
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