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When Su Changxing arrived nearby, more than half of the soldiers were lost. More than one gladiatorial slave joined the battle, and they fell into a passive situation, even a desperate situation.

A soldier fired head-on at the person in front of him. The bullet got stuck on the surface of the skin and even bounced off. Then, his body was cut into two pieces with a knife and he fell to the ground.

now.

Su Changxing climbed up the tall building in the distance and happened to see this scene. He instantly determined that this person was at least the eighth level, and he was in a position that strengthened the body.

Physical strengthening positions are the most common and very practical, at least they can be dealt with in many situations.

He took out his sniper rifle, set it up, took aim, and shot in one go. The bullets shot straight in the dark night, and the dull sound of gunfire spread around.

Next, the head of the gladiatorial slave was penetrated by a bullet and exploded, forming a bright snowflake in the air.

The sudden turn of events stunned everyone present.

A woman with a chain around her neck and bright red lips ran away subconsciously. This was an instinctive reaction.

Such an attack would be enough to kill her.

More importantly, she didn't feel the trajectory of the bullet.

"Someone broke the rules? Who?"

She thinks it was the other gladiatorial slaves who did it.

This shot obviously carries extraordinary power, but under the rules, they are prohibited from attacking each other at this stage.

This kind of thing has happened before, and it can even change the outcome of the game.

Those who violated the rules were executed, but this was obviously of no use. The lives of these people were not their own in the first place. It was better to live, and it was normal to die.

At the same time, other gladiator slaves also scattered, realizing that the person who fired the shot was extremely powerful.

"Ran away?"

Su Changxing did not expect these gladiatorial slaves to evacuate so decisively, and then changed the camera to focus on another woman who was also in chains.

He decisively pulled the trigger, and the bullet was shot one position in front of the woman.

The next moment, she stopped suddenly, and the bullets passed by them and hit the ground.

Sniper rifles cannot enjoy the capabilities of "pistol enthusiasts", so there is no correction effect, and such distances are easily missed.

Su Changxing pulled the trigger rhythmically and fired the second shot and the third shot one after another, one to the left and one to the right. No matter whether the opponent was moving forward or retreating, he would be hit. He could only avoid it by stopping in place.

But surprisingly, the woman stopped in place again, and two bullets flew past her, leaving two large craters on the ground.

"Almost."

Cold sweat broke out from the woman's head, and she felt that death was lingering around her. It was only because of her extremely high perception that she could judge the impact point of the bullet.

"Bang~"

A dull voice came.

The fourth shot came first, hitting the woman's vest, and the huge impact knocked her away.

In this shot, Su Changxing used eight times the amount of "Condensed Heart". The consumption was quite large, but the power was also exaggerated. An eighth-level Beyonder was shot alive by him while running.

At this time, there were only dozens of soldiers left in that place looking around.

"Is this our sniper? Is he so powerful?" A soldier of medium stature holding a rifle exclaimed.

The officer next to him said: "No, the sniper rifle is not so powerful, but it should be someone from our side, otherwise he would not help us."

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There were bursts of cheers in the venue, and a gladiator was actually killed by the natives. This turn of events undoubtedly made people excited.

Of course there were also shouts and curses.

The gladiator they bet on died like this.

"This is too fake. 'Bai Lian' was a person who survived three death contests, but he died like this."

"This is definitely the inside story!"

A man with a red face holding a wine bottle that glowed blue stood up and shouted.

People like him are keen on using small things to make big gains, so they will definitely not suppress the popular ones, but they are not willing to lose all their money like this.

Many people around me thought it made sense and agreed.

"That's right, isn't this a low-level world? Why are there such powerful natives?"

"Insider!"

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For a time, people are excited, and interests make people lose their minds. Most of the time, they can't care about what is right or wrong. What is good for them is good.

soon.

Someone dressed as an attendant came to him and warned him: "Sir, there are some things you should not say nonsense. No one will interfere in this death competition.

The man holding the wine bottle said confidently: "Then what do you think this is? This kind of attack is probably beyond the reach of many of us."

The man dressed as an attendant looked at him and said nothing. He waved his hand and said calmly: "Take him away."

The two people behind him came forward and forcibly dragged the man out, one from the left and the other from the right.

"What are you doing? I want to complain to you in arbitration."

He shouted, but was punched hard in the abdomen, twitching in pain.

When the people around him saw this scene, they completely calmed down and kept silent. They realized something was wrong, so they just shouted like this. In the past, no one would have cared.

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The room on the top floor is large and exquisite, and the people inside are all dignitaries, who are either extremely rich, extremely powerful, or extremely powerful.

Hundreds of maids stood on both sides of the corridor, heads lowered and silent. It looked just right and didn't look crowded.

An old man wearing a basket robe and a white beard strode into the middle room, nodded and said: "The Sun Lord is here."

"Well, he is still here, and he has never been here before." The person sitting above showed a faint smile, elegant and calm.

Right in front of the room is a projection filled with fog, showing hundreds of large and small pictures, which will definitely make people dizzy at a glance.

The soft light in the environment lit up, illuminating each maid's face as delicate and smooth as silk. They looked similar, but they were also different and had different charms.

A man with a giant bronze sword on his back, wearing thick armor and short brown hair strode past. His eyes were brilliant, like the luster of the sun.

"Haha, you are a rare visitor, Luca, this is your first time coming to my place."

The person sitting directly above stood up with a smile on his face to greet the visitors. He was wearing a dark black robe, his face was pale, and his pupils were as dark as a bottomless abyss.

The man carrying the giant sword said calmly and unsmilingly: "Because I have always disapproved of your doing this thing. We need more light and long-term development. This will only corrupt people's hearts."

The man said and sat down again, looking casual:

"People's hearts are inherently corrupt, haha, except for you of course. Many things have proven that I am right, and you have to admit it... As we said before, if you designate a person, as long as he can enter

How about I do as you say for the top ten?"