Fatal Shot

“Haha! These morons…”

“Call Me a Master” was now very pleased!

Just 35 minutes ago, he had unluckily been randomly chosen in the second batch to have his position exposed for one hour. However, unlike others, he was not in much of a panic at all. Because on this island with quite a lot of monster clusters, he who had a unique talent would not be like the other players who could only escape.

By bravely engaging the map, he had already taken note of the monster distribution of a nearby region the previous night. This data would provide him with the greatest help!

Within these 35 minutes, there had already been three people hunting him down whom he had lured into the monster region.

These people had then been wiped out by the monsters on the island. The creatures were not high in grade but were overwhelming in number, and all of the participants’ faces looked awful before their deaths. These people never could not have suspected that his unique talent could allow him not to be chased by the monsters. After which, he had picked up the equipment dropped by these people within the cluster of monsters.

However, he would not be satisfied by merely making use of monsters to defeat his enemies.

A few minutes before, he had even lured one of the people who were hunting him down near to another person who had meant to ambush him. As a result, the two people had fiercely fought each other, and he perfectly cleaned it up at the end!

Since his position had been exposed, he had already finished off five players and NPCs who were intent on killing him. Moreover, it had been done completely without bloodshed.

“These morons really thought it’d be so easy to kill me? Treating me as prey… Humph! My talent is so great, yet it’s only evaluated as B-grade—this trashy game really has no insight!”

With the equipment on him coated with silt, some weeds, and leaves, Call Me a Master hid quietly at the edge of a stretch of swamp, scornfully letting out a complaint. After which, he shifted his sight once more to a region across the mire.

“Hmm. At the next position announcement, I’ll move there! I’ll lure those guys into that cluster of Level-25 Rainforest Poisonous Wasps with paralytic toxin!”

******

“Old Feng, I’m stumped. How did you know that this guy would come here?”

Big Pineapple on the slope revealed a look of surprise on his face, already holding up the Level-45 Excellent alloy sword at his side.

“By guessing according to his movement tracks, along with the information on the map!” Feng Luo said, putting one eye to the scope of Barrett.

“The map? That can’t be. You haven’t been looking at my map, have you? I haven’t seen you opening your map either.”

Big Pineapple was doubtful. As he was one of the first batches of “players” who had survived one hour with their positions exposed, he had, as a result, earned the special entitlement of being able to open the detailed map without having his personal information exposed for six hours. As such, he would frequently open the map on the way to see if there were people in his surroundings who had similarly opened the map.

However, unfortunately, it had already been 35 minutes, yet he had not locked onto a suitable target. This was because most of the people would only engage the map for a few seconds, then immediately switch it off, causing him to be unable to clearly see the target before it was lost.

This made Big Pineapple—who had arduously survived past one hour and was initially feeling a bit of self-satisfaction—feel hateful and disinterest in this situation! However, what made him even more curious was that when he had opened the map along the way, it seemed like Feng Luo had not really looked over, so how would he have known the corresponding regions of this “prey’s” tracks?

It was important to remember that there was no detailed geographical information for these monsters on the minimalistic map at all. In fact, it was not that Feng Luo had not seen the map—he was only “seeing” from within his own mind!

During his killing operation the previous night, he had circled around the eastern edge of Death Hunter Island. At every interval of about more than 200 meters at the edge of the previous view of the map, he would engage the map and recall it once.

At this point, one-fifth of the map of Death Hunter Island was essentially in Feng Luo’s mind! And it was coincidental that that region of this suspicious target’s movement just happened to be on a portion of the map that was in his mind.

“I’ve noticed from the past few announcements that this guy’s movements are actually strategically leading people to chase him in the direction of places with monster clusters. And every two times, he changes to another monster region. All these regions have generally similar characteristics. I speculate that he personally has a unique skill or talent that allows him to easily arouse the aggression in these monsters, so the people lured over there by him are falling for it. His profession is likely to be a Warrior, as a Warrior’s movement speed is very fast, and it’d be easy to escape and also lure people with Charge—this is probably the reason he’s survived until now.”

Although Feng Luo did not know of Call Me a Master’s specific profession and skills, such a guess was almost right on the money.

“As for the map, it’s all here…” Feng Luo pointed to his own head.

“What?” Big Pineapple widened his eyes, suddenly looking toward Feng Luo, then said, “Forget it, I’m not thinking anymore. Anyway, Old Feng, what do we do now? Can your sniper rifle finish him straight from this position?”

Big Pineapple used his eyes to scan for the motionless Light Armor Warrior below.

“The speed of finishing him won’t be very high. After all, he is a Light Armor Warrior. Plus, his head and chest areas are all protected. I don’t think one shot will kill him. Plus, the shooting interval of this sniper rifle is a little long!”

Feng Luo, who already had Barrett aimed, shook his head. Although he was confident, he was not overconfident—he knew that the reason he had been able to kill with every shot was the great difference in equipment, whereas this Light Armor Warrior, wearing a whole half-body of equipment, would not be as easily defeated.

After all, the HP and defense of Light Armor Warriors were higher than those of more vulnerable professions. Even if he was unable to hit lethal damage with one shot, the chance of a finishing move wasn’t high.

“Let’s just act according to the plan,” said Feng Luo. “You go around to his side, Charge up, and attack straight to block his movement track. But as a precaution, it’d be best if you carry with you a blood tonic to guard against the possibility that there might be other people waiting in ambush in the surroundings who might suddenly attack!”

“Okay!” Big Pineapple nodded, grabbed his alloy sword, and started to take action.

******

Half a minute later, Call Me a Master, with shock on his face, watched the “Light Armor Warrior” player with a slightly boorish-looking appearance in front of him, who had suddenly run out from behind a bush to hide his tracks.

The Warrior equipment on this player was actually more complete than his! This made his initially self-satisfied heart a little resentful. But his confidence in his own ability allowed him not to take this disparity in equipment to heart.

What surprised him was that, without a word, the slightly dark-skinned Light Armor Warrior across from him—with a wretched expression on his face as he held an alloy sword, dirtied and gray but seemingly not of a low grade—was rushing over with a Warrior’s Level-30 “Thunder Leap Slash” skill!

“Damn it!”

With a change in expression on his face, Call Me a Master quickly used the “Parry” skill with a wave of the silver-colored alloy sword in his hand, blocking the opponent’s alloy sword!

Clang!

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As the two alloy swords clashed in the air, the heavy impact sent Call Me a Master, who was quick to defend, staggering a few steps backward. The combat shoes on his feet even sank halfway into the soft, moist ground, emitting a rotting stench!