Fatal Shot
chapter-230

"This Light Armor Warrior sure can stay composed…"

Surprise flashed in Feng Luo's eyes as he lightly held onto the "Silver Wing" in his hand, able to easily finish off the Warrior with just one shot once the Warrior jumped out from the hole to attack him or jumped into the sea.

Unexpectedly, even in such a situation, the Warrior did not show himself! Not only did he, as a Warrior, not choose to charge out and attack a Sniper who was already very close by, but he also chose not to follow the "reasonable escape route" of jumping into the sea that had been pointed out for him!

"Now this is rather troublesome!"

Feng Luo looked at the surroundings. As the position of the big hole was close to a five-meter height above sea level, anyone standing on the beach at the top would not have been able to shoot at someone squeezed inside the hole at all. And in this situation, in which the opponent was a Warrior with unknown equipment and skills, if he had chosen to go closer or to charge forward, an accident was possible!

As for why Feng Luo was certain that it was a Light Armor Warrior hiding inside despite not seeing the person, it was because that line of fresh footprints on the sand had revealed the opponent's identity!

However, it was not really that there was no way to tell. The dense trees on the inner side of the beach were over 10 meters tall. By climbing up one, it ought to allow him to find a suitable shooting angle.

Even for him, it was very hard to maintain accuracy in shooting at high speed while climbing a tree. If the opponent had jumped at the chance to leap into the sea and escape during the process, it would have clearly indicated an escape route for the opponent! But since the "luring" plan had failed, there was no harm in using the second plan.

If these at least 20 killing points had been obtained, he would then be able to unlock the Eye of the Thunder or the Barrett already!

Feng Luo looked at his current killing points and started to slowly move backward. In the process of moving, the gun muzzle of the Silver Wing was still locked on the position of the entrance of the hole—without a tremble at all!

Still, the plan could not keep up with change. Just when Feng Luo had shifted a few steps backward, the indicator light on the collar on his neck blinked all of a sudden, after which, it automatically projected a semi-transparent screen right in front of him.

The wrinkled face of the army officer in the black uniform appeared on the virtual screen. "Congratulations, everyone, for surviving until daylight! Of course, this is for the 739 still living!" While saying this, the face of the army officer took on a mocking appearance.

"739… Seeing this, there were more than 250 'players' killed in the four hours," said Feng Luo. "Hmm. This number is more or less reasonable. After all, the rebel army secured too much of an advantage. Many people have been hunted down!"

Feng Luo continued to retreat, the Silver Wing in his hand still aimed at the target, his expression not affected at all by the tone of the army officer in the black uniform.

"Some among y'all are probably feeling relieved!" The mocking expression on the army officer in the black uniform was even clearer. "After all, you've already survived the past four hours, already almost one-twentieth of the game's time limit. But everyone has apparently forgotten about one thing. And that is that by 12 noon today, if the killing points you've earned have not reached 20… then the collar with mini high-energy crystal bombs on your necks will… completely separate your heads from your bodies with a clack!"

The wrinkle-faced army officer in his black uniform showed the same smirk as he had the day before.

"Not even 300 people have been eliminated. This rate is absolutely too low, as it means that there are still more than 400 people who haven't killed anyone at all. It also means that if this situation continues until 12 noon today, the collars on the necks of more than 400 people will explode. I think y'all shouldn't like to see that kind of scene! Similarly, I don't like it, either. Because a player who dies of such a cause really hasn't displayed the worth he should have!"

The tone of the army officer in the black uniform remained mocking. At that moment, his face looked as though he had thought of something else, and he continued speaking.

"Woah! Right. I've said something wrong just now! Not more than 400 people—but more than 500 people! Because up until now, there actually are more than 500 of those among y'all who haven't even earned one killing point, accounting for two-thirds of the remaining number! Such a situation exists because many of those who contributed killing points died at the hands of just one person!"

The wrinkle-faced army officer in the black uniform had his eyes radiating with ridicule. "I can partially reveal to y'all that the player in first place now has already finished off 15 opponents, earning more than 700 killing points! Perhaps y'all will think that this is nothing much, since you just have to kill one opponent to make it past the selection at 12 noon today.

"Hmm. Correct. It's precisely so! But there's one thing I feel I should tell y'all earlier. And that is that the selection on the last day will be decided according to the ranking of points! Those in the lower half of the ranking will all trigger the collar explosion straightaway!"

The wrinkled folds on the face of the army officer in black uniform constantly quivered due to his laughter.

F*ck me! This person is too sickening, the system is sickening too!

Hearing this, Bowl of Instant Noodles—in the big hole in the rock by the seaside—almost scolded out loud even though he knew that the Sniper—already in full-body "luxurious" equipment—was definitely below and hadn't left.

The last selection criterion was absolutely sickening!

This was just to force all the people whose points were in the lower half to perilously attempt to kill others in order for their points to rise above the average. But the key was that every one person killed would mean a reduction of the total number of people; that would similarly mean that the half-point-limit threshold would be raised by one!

In a situation in which everyone was wildly killing people, that last selection criterion would consistently increase. It similarly meant that the number of people able to survive to the last would constantly be reduced!

This also meant that there would not be any possibility of compromise at all between the players with points in the upper half and those with points in the lower half!

It was even possible that in this situation, there would only be one person who survived to the end!

"What a madman! Had I known that this last criterion would be so sickening, I wouldn't have come to participate in this whatever 'battle royale' game—this is just giving away experience and equipment!"

Knowing his own ability and aware that he was already at the edge of death, Bowl of Instant Noodles already felt that it was completely hopeless. There was not even the least bit of a chance for him to survive to the end.

"But that person ranked first now has actually already killed 15 people in a mere three hours! Such a person, with his 700-plus killing points now and the equipment gained from killing people—I'm afraid he might already have reached an indestructible state. Just like that sickening Sniper player outside, with such a great advantage, he might already be building up momentum like a snowball!"

Bowl of Instant Noodles gritted his teeth as he said, "F*ck. Why are there so many sickening people? Wait a moment? That person who has killed 15 people—could it be that guy below?"

At that time, knowing that he probably could not survive to the end, Bowl of Instant Noodles inevitably felt a little curious about the opponent below.