Kar98K Upon Touchdown! Chapter 713 - : Retro Fishing Style!

Chapter 713: Retro Fis.h.i.+ng Style!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Bang!

The crisp ring of a gunshot was heard.

At that time, Liu Zilang was hiding in the bush. The sound of the gunshot alone had made his scalp numb when he felt a sniper bullet brush past his scalp.

‘Who was that inconsiderate b*stard?

‘Can’t he have been more protective of nature?’

Liu Zilang was cursing in his heart when he suddenly heard familiar footsteps behind him.

His expression froze. In his heart, tears flowed…

‘Is this place that good?

‘Why are people coming here one after another?’

Shortly after, Lu Zilang realized that he had mistaken that person’s intentions.

Liu Zilang, who was crouching in the bush, watched that person obliviously brush past his shoulder before stopping in front of him.

Tut tut tut!

The person then pulled out his gun and blocked Liu Zilang’s position like a mountain.

After throwing a smokescreen, he fired at a few people in the distance!

Liu Zilang was a little touched when he saw this.

‘I must have done some good deeds in my past life!’

After that person had killed someone and after a kill notification had appeared, an animated expression lit up on Liu Zilang’s face.

He realized that the person in front of him was none other than Satan from team SKK.

He would have been lying if he had said he did not want to kill the familiar stranger.

However, that person was in the smokescreen. If Liu Zilang abruptly stood up, his opponent would then be aware of his presence.

Nevertheless, that was not the entire reason why Liu Zilang did not kill him.

Most importantly, Satan was in front of him and was protecting him like a guardian angel. There was no reason for him to deprive Satan of his right to do so.

On the commentary platform.

“The situation on the battlefield is getting intense. It’s cramp for everyone in the tiny circle.”

“That’s right. In this second last circle, there are only five people left. There’s Satan from team SKK and Sambty from team Liquid…”

“Oh my G.o.d! The other three are from Hua Xia! There’s Vic, Master Ze, and SSR, the rifler from team Se7en!”

“That means there’s a sixty percent chance a Hua Xia player will win the chicken dinner for this match!”

“Well, that’s the case theoretically. The most important thing here is how the circle will refresh and how our players will adapt to it.”

“The second last blue circle is going to finish shrinking now. The new circle…”

As the commentator dragged out his last syllable, the viewers were held in suspense.

The blue circle finally coincided with the boundary of the safe zone.

The final circle appeared!

Many SKK fans in the live audience cheered when they saw the circle.

The circle had not refreshed toward Satan. However, he was close enough to its edge that he could enter the safe zone just by stepping out of the smokescreen.

In the wheat field, where no physical cover could be sought, no one dared to run directly into the circle.

Even if the circle were a destiny circle, who would have dared stand in it and be a living target?

The key to surviving final circles was to stay as close to the edge of the safe zone as possible. Hence, when the final circle started shrinking, the players who had done so would be the ones exerting the most control over the other players’ movements.

The final circle dished out damage in huge chunks. One would quickly die if they did not run fast.

Once people started to run, hunters would come out to play.

Of course, the roles between the hunters and prey could switch at any time.

…

In the match, Satan’s eyes gleamed when he saw the final circle!

‘The chicken dinner is definitely mine!’

While waiting for the timer to finish counting down, Satan threw another smoke grenade!

Then, he entered and exited the smokescreen several times to observe his surroundings.

As an experienced professional player, Satan understood the key to winning in the final circle.

That was, to identify his opponents’ positions.

‘There’s one here,

‘One over there,

‘And another one over there…’

Satan quickly located his opponents after going in and out of the smokescreen several times.

He memorized his opponents’ positions so that he would not be caught by surprise once the battle began.

He glanced at the number of survivors on the top right corner of his screen and furrowed his brows.

‘One is missing!’

After that, Satan went in and out of the smokescreen again to take another look.

‘There’s still one missing!’

Satan locked his brows tightly.

The final circle was extremely small. Even if he could not spot where his opponents were, he should have been able to guess their approximate locations.

Except for that one last person…

He could not guess where he was at all.

Unless there were two people in one location?

Satan quickly dismissed the idea. He did not believe that people would collude in a solo tournament that was under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of viewers from all around the world.

Satan had never imagined that his final opponent, Liu Zilang, was in the bush behind him.

He was confident to the point he was arrogant because of his ‘True Devil’s Eye ‘.

It was not a random matchmade game. His opponents had to know who he was, and they certainly could not have dared to play tricks on him.

That was the reason why Liu Zilang had managed to lure in such a ‘big fish’ like Satan with his traditional fis.h.i.+ng technique!

Satan could not let go of the question out of compulsion. In the game, Satan was confident in his abilities.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he got.

A voice seemed to whisper next to his ear.

‘What’s going on?

‘How could it be like this?

‘Something’s not right!

‘I must have missed out a spot!’

However, the situation around him did not become frozen in time because of his questions.

While Satan was still thinking carefully with locked his brows, the countdown timer reached 30 seconds. After those 30 seconds, the blue circle would shrink.

Other than Satan who was about to scratch a hole in his scalp, the zen-like Liu Zilang who was in the bushes, as well as the three other players, were raring to move.

Bang!

Without warning…

A sudden gunshot was heard!

Shen Zeyan tilted his head as a sniper bullet then brushed past his ear!

The three commentators on the platform lost all color on their faces!

The bullet screen of every Chinese live-stream channel exploded with activity…

‘Ah! What happened? Why are SSR and Master Ze fighting with each other?”

“Don’t, bro! He’s one of your own!”

“Calm down! Everyone calm down! Hua Xia shall not fight Hua Xia!”

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