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Ivan is a player who joins in the fun, but as soon as he enters the game map, he immediately feels like returning to his hometown.

After all, he is a loyal "Hunter" player, and he is extremely familiar with the wilderness environment.

Other players start intrigue as soon as they enter the map, hiding themselves and looking for enemies.

But Ivan was different.

Although he immediately hid himself, it was not to guard against the enemy, but to not disturb the zebra not far away.

In Call of the Wild, the variety of prey has been slowly being updated, but so far, zebras have not been added.

And Ivan is a very qualified hunter, and he never thought about hunting in the [ecological reserve] with a wide range of animal species, even though he has this ability.

So the moment he saw a zebra, he was immediately distracted and tried to hunt the zebra.

But this zebra was stupid to death, he easily touched the edge, the hunting knife was in his hand, and the next second the white knife would go in and the red knife would come out.

But the zebra suddenly turned around and saw him.

Then he stretched out his head without panic, wanting to lick his face!

Ivan froze.

Then he suddenly had a zebra friend, wherever he went, the zebra would follow him.

Fortunately, the players are still led by inertial thinking, and subconsciously feel that wild animals will not walk with people. It took a long time for no one to find him, allowing him to find all the weapons and armor smoothly.

When Turner's fight started, he wanted to join in the fun with his stuff.

But his zebra friend suddenly stepped forward and blocked his way.

He wanted to go around, but the zebra stood in front of him, trying to prevent him from passing.

Ivan thought at first that the zebras were afraid of the gunshots, but when he changed direction to attack another group of people, the zebras did not get in the way and followed him swaggeringly.

Only then did he realize that the zebras should be hiding from something else, something their players couldn't see.

At this time, Ivan began to wonder if the animals could sense the shrinking range and avoid it in advance.

When the poisonous rain fell from the sky, he looked carefully again, and after confirming that there was no animal within the range of the poisonous rain, he completely affirmed this guess.

Following this guess, Ivan turned his attention to the area where the animals were most densely populated: a small lake near the center of the map but slightly to the west.

He naturally came up with a reasonable guess: the area with the most dense animals is probably the final circle.

Ivan decided to take a gamble, silently—well, not so silently, the silly zebra beside him has been following him step by step.

However, there are so many wild animals on the map, and they are all moving at a leisurely pace, which is not so conspicuous.

If it is a place with abundant supplies, there may still be people who are short-handed and shoot at the zebras.

But this map is too special, it is full of weeds, and it is inconvenient to find resources. Even if you kill your opponent, you will be attacked by others. The time window for licking the bag is extremely short. It can be said that every bullet is precious.

Not to mention that shooting means exposing the position, and it is likely to encounter concentrated fire.

If beating people is still worthwhile, beating a horse without points is too bad, so everyone tries to avoid unnecessary fire.

The result was: Ivan used the cover of the zebra to bypass a few small battlefields where he was fighting with cold weapons, and came to the small lake safely all the way.

He picked a reed and broke it to make a simple tube, and then he slowly sank into the water, holding one end of the straw in his mouth and protruding the other end out of the water to ensure his breathing.

Then, Ivan entered the standby mode.

As a top veteran hunter in the virtual world, what he lacks most is patience!

*

Compared with Ivan, who has the key information and has begun to quietly wait for the final battle, the situation on Turner's side is very pessimistic.

Although the sudden poisonous rain helped them escape from the joint strangulation, it also lost several teammates and used up medical supplies.

In the end, including Turner, there were only 3 people left in their 10-member team-the other two, one was the curly-haired British guy, and the other was the reckless bearded guy from the beginning.

After that, they didn't think about accumulating points anymore, and they all made up their minds to hang on to death.

At first the plan went very well.

After all, the wilderness is big enough and there are enough weeds. As long as you lie still, it is indeed difficult to be found.

Several times, other teams passed by just two meters away from them, but they couldn't find them in a daze.

While they remained silent, the gunfire above their heads did not stop for a moment.

Obviously, they gave up their desire for "points" and "ass", which doesn't mean everyone else gave up too. The battle is still going on, and with the poisonous rain coming again and again, more and more areas have become unstoppable [dead zones], and the intensity of the battle is still rising.

Turner's situation began to deteriorate.

Although this map is very suitable for hunting, there is a serious lack of shelter - weeds can only block the line of sight, but not the bullets. After the old buddies get high, there are stray bullets everywhere, and the unlucky ones who are hanging around are constantly being accidentally injured.

Turner and his teammates are no exception. As the active area continues to shrink, the threat of stray bullets has become more and more serious.

"Fuck!" Turner, who was crawling, suddenly cursed.

The teammates looked over vigilantly and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"I'm fucking shot again!"

"?" The bearded teammate froze for a moment, what happened to being shot? Is it rare?

"What, you're out of medicine?" the curly-haired boy said while pulling his backpack, looking for bandages.

Turner raised his hand to stop his teammates: "It's not about the medicine, it's the fucking bullet that hit my ass again!"

"Pfft!" The two teammates burst out laughing instantly, and the audience in the live broadcast room immediately sent out a bunch of "hahaha" bullet screens.

Because this is already the second time.

Compared with his teammates, Turner was shot the fewest times, only twice, but both of them were shot in the buttocks, and he pulled one shot on the left half and one shot on the right half!

As if on purpose, Turner was so angry that he wished to stand up and chug the whole group of people immediately.

But the desire for qualifying and [Inscription Bullet] still made him suppress his anger, and continued to lie on the ground and move forward cautiously.

It's just that after advancing less than 10 meters, another stray bullet suddenly shot over, and it shot precisely at Turner's ass!

"FUCK!!!!"

Turner couldn't hold back any longer, jumped up from the ground, and shot wildly in the direction of the bullet.

This fierce action immediately provoked a more fierce counterattack!

Facing such an obvious target, no one was stingy with bullets, and bullets from all directions shot at their heads and faces.

"What the hell are you crazy about!" The bearded teammate threw Turner down suddenly.

But even though he had reacted very quickly, Turner still lost blood in an instant, and he was only a little short of sudden death.

Turner was thrown to the ground by his teammates, his face was full of shame and anger: "I'm fucking shot again!"

"?" The bearded brother froze for a moment, "You got spanked again?"

"..." Turner clenched his teeth, paused for two seconds, and said angrily, "Almost."

"Almost??" The bearded old man was a little confused, "If you hit it, you hit it, and if you didn't hit it, you didn't hit it. How can it be about the same?"

Another curly-haired British teammate leaned in, looked at Turner's ass and asked: "Is it the left or the right this time?"

"..." Turner remained silent for a longer time.

In the end, he turned over on the spot and almost put his face in the soil, before replying unwillingly, "In the middle..."

"???"

"???"

The two teammates were all stunned.

The millions of viewers in the live broadcast room were also stunned.

Everyone subconsciously looked at the middle of Turner's buttocks. This was a subconscious action - because in the virtual world, except for special circumstances, bullets would disappear immediately after hitting the player, but at this moment everyone was shocked to see: In the middle of Na's butt, a silver light flashed vaguely.

"!!!"

"!!!"

The two teammates looked at each other in shock.

"Turner... what did you put?" Curly-haired teammate asked first.

The bearded teammate was also shocked: "Damn! You never told us that you are gay!"

——These two people had never heard of [Inscription Bullets]. The first reaction was that Turner stuffed something, and it was exposed because they were accidentally hit by stray bullets.

"Can it still be like this?" The British curly-haired boy subconsciously said, "I have to try later..."

"!" The bearded teammates doubled in shock, "Do you fucking know what you're talking about??"

"Uh...I mean, try it on my boyfriend..." the curly-haired boy tried to defend himself.

"!!" The bearded brother felt that his world view was being refreshed.

"FUCK!! What are you talking about!" Turner, who was lying on the ground, turned his head and looked at the two teammates chatting inexplicably, "Then it's a fucking bullet!"

"I'm a straight man!"

"I don't have, and I can't stuff anything!!"

In order to prove his words, regardless of the aesthetics, he resolutely stretched his hand between his legs, pinched the ornate silver bullet with engraved inscriptions, and pulled it out with all his strength.

"puff!"

A small stream of blood spurted out as the bullet was pulled out, staining the pants near the wound red, looking like Turner's aunt.

The two teammates leaned back in unison.

Even the audience in the live broadcast room felt a phantom pain, let alone them.

Turner ignored them, but held this gorgeous silver bullet in front of his eyes, carefully confirmed that the pattern was not the same as what he had seen in "Battlefield", and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

——Fortunately, we didn’t run into the champion team of the last [Freedom Day].

Today's game is not over yet, his impression of the five words "Freedom Day Champion" has undergone earth-shaking changes.

If it weren't for the inability to communicate with the outside world during the event, he would like to send a "beautiful" message to [热热] in the friend list right now!

He shook his head to calm himself down, then handed the bloody bullet to his British teammate.

The curly-haired brother took it subconsciously, but immediately froze, "What are you doing for me?"

Turner blinked: "Didn't you say that you want to give it to your boyfriend? Take it, you're welcome!"

"??" The curly-haired boy looked at the bullet with Turner's chrysanthemum blood, and then at the sincere Turner. For a while, he couldn't tell whether it was "sincere friendship" or "indirect NTR". .

If he is like this, let alone the bearded brother next to him.

——Brother is completely confused.

*

Eighty meters away from Turner and the others was Ivan Ivanov's hiding place.

With amazing patience and perseverance, Ivan perfectly executed his plan. He stayed in the water without saying a word or moving, and has been on standby until now.

But at this moment, he surfaced quietly, showing his head among the reeds, carefully peeled off the reeds in front of him, and looked to the southwest.

Not because his patience was worn out, but because there was an amazing battle going on there that he would rather risk than miss.

Where he was watching, an amazing battle was taking place——

Obviously this is an activity of "League of Assassins". Apart from [Arc Shot], players only have [Assassin's Bloodline], which can improve athletic ability, explosive strength, and neural reaction speed. There is no "martial arts" like in "Chang'an". "addition.

But those two people fought with cold weapons that were not inferior to those with martial arts bonuses!

So intense, so gorgeous.

Under the explosive effect of [Assassin's Bloodline], with one strike of the sword, a large piece of weeds was neatly cut off, and instantly fell short.

Because of their super fast movement speed and attack and defense speed, large tracts of weeds are cut off in unison, flying with the wind, gorgeous and poetic.

Ivan had to take the initiative to activate [Assassin's Bloodline], so that he could clearly see the two figures moving at high speed and slashing at each other among the swirling weeds.

But after seeing it clearly, the poetic flavor disappeared in an instant, leaving only fierce murderous intent!

At first, someone shot at them from a distance, trying to steal the chicken, but every bullet would be cut in half by their sword!

And both of them accidentally talked about martial arts. When one was going to cut bullets, the other would never take the opportunity to sneak attack, and would even help cover it.

Ivan was stunned to see a feeling of sympathy from this life-and-death fight.

And after a while, no one stopped shooting to interfere with them.

Some people didn't want to waste bullets, some wanted to deal with hot weapon opponents first, and some people had the same idea as Ivan - they didn't want to interrupt such a wonderful battle.

Ivan watched their battle, the "Kung Fu Dream" that had been ignited before, but quickly extinguished, suddenly burned blazingly again!

The martial arts in "Chang'an" certainly looks handsome, but he can't use them out of the game, unlike these people who really know martial arts, they can use them wherever they go!

Ivan stared at the confrontation between these two masters, intending to wait for a result.

Once the game is over, whoever wins will worship whoever is his teacher!

Of course, the loser should also be recorded - in case the winner does not accept him, go to the loser.

*

"Fuck, where did you get the master!"

As Ivan's second choice for apprenticeship, Hong Chen already felt resigned.

He really couldn't figure it out, this event was attended by tens of millions of people around the world, there were hundreds of games going on at the same time, and there were tens of thousands of people in one game, how could he bump into a master head-on? !

He's not just an ordinary master, but an outrageously high one, most likely a professional-level martial arts championship master!

The most outrageous thing is - the old brother on the opposite side is actually holding the same sword as him!

He was about to howl in his heart: '[Sword from Heaven] is already rotten? How could this happen? '

If it weren't for [Assassin's bloodline] to a large extent narrowing the gap in nerve response, he would have been unable to withstand it long ago.

He just fell in love with this lake and planned to hide under the water until the end.

It's not that he guessed the final round, but simply thought: No matter how severe the poisonous rain is, it can't poison the entire lake, right?

For this reason, he even separated from his teammates and acted cautiously and alone all the way until the later stage, until he reached the lake.

But meeting a kung fu master by the lake, he really didn't expect it at all!

However, this person is still a man of high integrity and great martial ethics, so the nature of the matter has completely changed.

If someone inside the circle confronts you head-on, no matter if you turn around and run away, or sneak attack with a gun, it is an extremely shameful behavior, and Hongchen thinks he can't do it.

But relying on strength to eat hard, I really can't eat it.

It's completely hard to get off!

During the fierce battle, neither side noticed: in the violent collisions, the color of the extremely thin coating on the surface of the two swords was changing. The body is spreading, and the speed of spreading is getting faster and faster!