Fatal Shot Chapter 607 - Hands on the Second Chip

Chapter 607: Hands on the Second Chip

“It’s killed!”

“It’s really dead this time!”

The moment the Rock Ball Quasi-Boss was slain by the bullet, a system message finally appeared in the visions of the players partic.i.p.ating in the battle.

This Level 60 Quasi-Boss that had caused the deaths of over 50 partic.i.p.ating players and a huge number of pets had finally been eliminated.

Undoubtedly, this was a battle with the biggest loss for the players so far on the island, even surpa.s.sing the Hypertoxic Lizard Quasi-Boss of an even higher level at the first base.

“What about the Contribution?”

“Who’s the highest this time?”

Right after, everyone’s focus was naturally on the Pet Chip produced among the huge pile of prizes after the death of the Quasi-Boss, which could only be taken away by the player ranking first in Contribution.

This time, there was no one who actively went to pick it up.

The Scout player was dark-faced this time as he stood in a shadowy corner in the jungle with his few teammates.

“I have 0.3… I have no chance.”

“I have 0.9…”

“Mine is 1.8%…is there a possibility for a bit of chance?”

Some players began to light up their Contribution, but Contributions below 1% did not have much of a chance.

“You have no chance, mine is 1.9%.” Another player laughed as he lit up his own Contribution as well.

The battle this time of surround-attacking the Quasi-Boss was different from the first base.

Previously for the Quasi-Boss at the first base, there were a huge number of small monsters as well.

As such, only over 100 people contributed to the output, hence on average, Contribution was only about 0.5%.

When this Quasi-Boss “flew” over, the other small monsters had already been cleared away by the self-explosion.

Therefore, almost everyone joined in attacking it or defending against it. The Contribution was differentiated even more precisely – in such a situation, being able to achieve a 2% Contribution, one would have the chance to be number one.

“Ha, I have 3.8%, anyone higher than me?” The Nine Star Guild Fire Manipulator said, smiling delightedly.

This time, as he had previously thrown a recce skill and it happened to have hit the Quasi-Boss that was still in a latent state, and so he had secured the “first attack” bonus.

Therefore, this Contribution of close to 4% definitely had very high hope. As such, he was already growing happier.

However, Invikill standing right beside him did not congratulate his teammate, but rather gazed towards a certain direction.

Accurately speaking, he was gazing at a person – holding onto the Wings of Death and walking towards the direction of the equipment produced from the Quasi-Boss from his shooting position – Feng Luo.

In this battle, with the Boss’s continuous self-destruction and the pebbles and dirt sent flying, the battlefield was far more chaotic than before.

Under such a situation, there were only a few people who had noticed Feng Luo’s movement.

However, this action by Invikill seemed like he had been taking note of Feng Luo throughout the battle?

“15.5%.” Walking to a spot not far away from where the Quasi-Boss had collapsed, Feng Luo lit up his Contribution and the surrounding players who had circled him said.

“15.5%, no way, how’s it so high?”

“15.5%, who is it? I didn’t see it wrong, did I?”

However, as he was surrounded, it was impossible that everyone had seen him.

Hence, more people from further outside were shocked and doubtful upon hearing the number, or was it disbelief?

Although the coefficient was so eye-catching, in truth, considering the fact that the numbers were thinned by splitting among the number of people, the 15% of this fourth base was not much lesser than that 25% at the first base.

This meant that it was similarly a situation of one person’s power matching up to the Contribution of tens of top players.

“It’s him?”

“So it’s him?”

“Him again!”

Once they saw it was Feng Luo who had walked to the prizes produced by the Quasi-Boss to pick up the Chip, many people were astonished.

At the first base, Feng Luo had never shown himself before, let alone the fact that it was impossible for everyone to so quickly forgot about him from the breaking news of his Force Awakening.

“Something’s stirring, two Chips landing in the hands of one person!”

“Just now at the second and third bases, I remember that someone had said something like ‘Force Awakening was nothing much to be proud of, one still has to have some luck to be able to s.n.a.t.c.h the Chip?’ What about now, feels like some self-burning!”

“Mister Feng, congratulations again.” After Feng Luo had picked up the Chip and walked back to his post, Red Queen smiled and congratulated him.

Until now, only four Chips had been produced in total, but Feng Luo had gotten two, and Red Queen got one as well. It could be said that their small team had earned it big in this reclamation, dominating both casual and guild teams.

Of course, seeing Red Queen, many people recalled that this was the gainer of the Chip from the previous second base, and so, naturally, they gossiped.

“A small team actually getting three Chips, just what kind of background are these people from?”

“Feels like all the big guilds might be collectively shamed…”

“Old Feng, what a pity that you’re not a star player, I dare say for sure that once this reclamation ends, your popularity would definitely surpa.s.s mine…and even surpa.s.s Invikill now.” Zhao Yun spoke as his eyes motioned towards a direction.

“Also awakened his Force, also a Sniper… although this doesn’t count as a showdown, why do I feel that Invikill seems to be largely on the lower hand?”

“In this whole process, did he not show enough controlling power? Or any stunning performance…”

It was not just Zhao Yun who once again compared Feng Luo and Invikill.

Actually, because of the two shared labels of “Force Awakening” and “Sniper,” anyone would naturally a.s.sociate the two of them together.

Just looking at it from the performance of the two thus far, the conclusion was rather obvious.

“Being able to obtain number one in Contribution requires the fulfillment of many aspects, it’s not strange to have the ability but no luck. Moreover, this Sniper known as Feng Zhi Luo Ye’s Force attribute is probably an attack-type, securing an advantage in this area.”

“But to top players, being good at farming monsters does not have any practical meaning, PK ability is the true evaluation standard. G.o.d Invikill has the Invisibility Force attribute; it will be time for the true performance when he battles the North City people…”

As the “number one Sniper” whose popularity was already roughly comparable to Sword Ki Long River, he still had admirers among such players who were all top experts gathered together.

As such, there were also people who reb.u.t.ted.

“Hmph, actually letting him get a Chip!”

Compared with most of the players, the Scout player who had caused conflict before looked disgusted and dissatisfied as he stared towards Feng Luo. “F*ck, but this way is fine too. Until then, let the North City people kill him and the two Chips will be released…”

Thereafter, his face turned into a smug smirk as he spoke softly to the few teammates by his side.

He did not notice a player in a full set of heavy armor over 20 meters away, whose aged but sharp eyes beneath his mask seemingly very inadvertently swept across the direction they were in.