Only the brave would emerge victorious.
Of course, that was if no one was crouching in a corner and causing trouble.
In the hopeless situation under the smokescreen, Satan was not afraid even though he was up against three opponents at once.
What was the unique charm of eSports?
It could be so thrilling.
That was because the better a player was, the more they could create miracles in desperate situations, and the more shocking maneuvers they could pull off.
Satan was confident.
At the same time, he was one of the few "Lord Level" players in Europe and America.
He had the confidence to do so.
When the two of them combined into one, Satan instantly felt refreshed and energized.
His condition skyrocketed to its peak, as if he had returned to the time when he was eighteen years old and had just started playing professionally.
There would always be people.
His debut was the peak.
As for him …
He had to continue to be the peak.
Bang!
A sniper bullet spun rapidly as it penetrated the smokescreen.
Accompanied by a piercing tearing sound, a glaring mist of blood burst out from the hazy smokescreen.
"SKK-Satan knocked out C9-Moody by headshot with Kar98K!"
Snipe!
Close-range snipe!
In an instant, countless fans in the Mercedes-Benz Arena in Berlin felt as if they had seen a ray of hope amidst their despair. They were all excited.
"Beautifully done, buddy! That's how it is!"
"Two more to go!"
"Kill those C9 sons of b * tches!"
At the same time, in C9's voice chat.
Prophie was about to rush to his rescue when he was stopped by Shroud, who had a serious expression on his face. "Don't worry about Moody. Kill that guy first."
Prophie immediately realized what was going on.
He was too impatient just now.
That was right.
He had to focus his firepower and eliminate the biggest threat.
In an instant, in the hazy smokescreen.
The remaining two C9 players immediately engaged Satan as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Both sides advanced and retreated, tired and harassed. They began a battle of gunplay, reflexes, and psychology.
As if infected by the tense atmosphere on the battlefield, the commentators on the platform became anxious and anxious.
"Prophie missed his side sweep!"
"Satan changed his position so quickly!
He's trying to ambush from the flank and kill two opponents at once! "
"Does he have a chance?"
"Wait!
Shroud heard footsteps! "
"Shroud has quick reflexes. His shot forced Satan to retreat, and Satan's ambush missed."
"The smoke is about to disperse!
Both sides must end the battle quickly! "
"Oh!
Satan switched to a sniper rifle again! "
"As expected of the True Evil Eye, the world's top Sniper God. Looks like he still chose to believe in his own sniper skills at the critical moment."
"But Shroud is wearing a Level Three Spetsnaz Helmet. If Satan attacks Shroud first, he won't be able to finish the fight in one shot."
Click ~!
Pull the bolt and reload.
A sniper bullet was pushed into the barrel!
Satan calmed himself down. The white smoke in front of him seemed to come alive in his eyes.
Even though he couldn't see anything clearly, he could hear the sound of his feet rubbing against the grass and soil. Little by little, he kept outlining the scene in his mind …
There was an image!
A glint flashed across Satan's eyes!
The next moment, he suddenly raised the spear in his hand, and without hesitation, he fired a shot at the patch of grass in front of him that had suddenly emitted an obvious sound!
Blood seemed to blossom in the smoke!
However, no one from C9 was knocked out.
"Did he miss?
Did Satan miss his shot? "
"He did!
Shroud was shot once, but it wasn't in the head! "
"Satan's shot was a bit off target. It looks like headshots in the smoke are inhuman. That was probably just luck, right?"
The casters on the platform had just said that.
At this time, another gunshot was heard from the smoke after Satan pulled the bolt and reloaded his rifle.
The people in front did not notice it clearly.
However, at this critical moment, everyone noticed Satan's 98K reloading speed.
It seemed to be slightly faster than the average player.
However, there was no time to think about it.
In an FPS game where life and death were determined by milliseconds, this was the difference between life and death.
Bang!
Bang!
Without warning.
Two gunshots were heard from within the smoke.
At this moment, Satan and Shroud, the two top Western players, fired at the same time.
Pfft, pfft!
The sharp bullets pierced through the armor and tore it to shreds!
The bullets fiercely pierced into his body, causing two dazzling and bloody spurts of blood to appear.
Who would win?
"Oh no!
Shroud's down! "
"Oh my god!
Satan got a headshot again! "
"What did you say just now?
You can't get another headshot in the smoke? "
"Satan is too scary!"
"I know. His first shot was just to test the opponent's position, and at the same time, to show his weakness. The second shot is the real deal."
"That's right. If the first shot was a headshot, Shroud wouldn't have died because of his Level Three Spetsnaz Helmet. However, he wouldn't have used his sniper rifle to fight Satan head-on with his low health!"
"Also, look at his reloading speed. If I remember correctly, Satan's 98K should be using a special cartridge for his 98K, not the sniper's chin pad that we usually use."
"Wait!
There's still one more player in C9! "
"Prophie's charging over. Satan's health is very low this time!"
"Can he be killed?
If Prophie can take out Satan, C9 will win! "
The casters on the platform were getting more and more excited. Their eyes were glued to the screen!
Tut tut tut ~!
Tatatat ~!
Two gunshots rang out one after the other!
In a flash, Satan had switched from his sniper rifle to a rifle.
He leaped over the spot where Shroud had fallen, then crouched down and used the kneeling Shroud as cover. Then, he fired a backhand shot!
In the next second, the kill notification appeared on the screen!
"C9-Prophie killed C9-Shroud with AKM!"
"SKK-Satan killed C9-Prophie with M416!"
“.....”
Prophie killed Shroud by mistake, and Satan killed Prophie instead!
Very quickly, the kill notification for Satan killing Moody appeared on the screen.
He heaved a long sigh of relief when he saw the notification!
As the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the mountainside, the smoke slowly dissipated.
Only one person survived in the smoke. That person was SKK's True Evil King, Satan!
Satan slowly stood up from behind Shroud's corpse. His vision became clearer, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.
One against three!
He had proven that whatever that man could do, he, Satan, could do as well.
No!
He felt that he had done even better than that!
That was because C9 was not one of those useless squads. They were much stronger than the squads that man had fought against.
From this, one could conclude that …
Vroom vroom vroom ~!
Before he could come up with anything, he suddenly heard the roar of an engine.
The moment he heard the voice, all the smoke in the surroundings dissipated.
Satan instinctively shifted his vision and turned around. What he saw were two huge headlights and a gigantic blue hood.
It reminded him of the Autobots.
In fact, it was.
The hood of the car collided with his face!
'What the f * ck?'
Satan was sent flying like a kite with a broken string. He was dumbfounded!
He recognized that car.
It was the car that C9 had driven over.
But did he not wipe out C9?
Satan was certain of that.
That was because when he killed the last player, Moody, who had been knocked out by him, appeared on the kill notification.
The instant the notification popped up …
He suddenly understood!
The screen turned black and white. In that instant, his eyes were filled with anger, unwillingness, and melancholy …
And a hint of relief.
That was because the ID of the person who killed him was Se7en2, Vic.
If it was that person, then there was nothing that could not be explained.
Because he was not a person!
He was a judge!
Let's rewind time for half a minute.
In the stadium's spectator seats.
Everyone's eyes were glued to Satan's 1v3 battle with the C9 God.
Only Liu Yigang, who was sitting in the front row, stared at the motionless Liu Zilang. He mumbled, "This silly son, why didn't he sneak an attack in a fight!"
Zhang Jingyi, who was sitting beside him, smiled gently and nodded at Liu Yigang. "Yes, Ah Lang is too kind and decent."
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