When the trumpet rang out, the interior of the instance was instantly burned up by the blazing light from the ceiling, turning the extreme cold into the beginnings of spring. It was like paradise had arrived.
The arm that was holding the assault rifle suddenly tightened as Wu Jin flipped out of the coffin, narrowly brushing past the bullet that was aimed his way.
The trumpet in the Judgement card represented salvation; in the instance, it undoubtedly signaled the start of a new round of battle.
The coffins scattered throughout the middle of the instance forced the players who’d originally been far away from each other to gather together. The environment made it difficult to survive, and they had to scrape along together, but once the extreme cold was over––close combat battle was imminent.
Wu Jin’s breath came in short bursts as he switched to a different bunker in order to quickly survey the surrounding situation.
There were about 19 players who could still stand up, and 8 or 9 silver life-saving capsules scattered on the ground.
Judging from the sounds of shooting just now, most of the casualties had been caused by one person.
Wu Jin stilled slightly.
Common sense couldn’t be applied to the unknown trainee twenty meters away at all.
Not only had that person predicted the emergence of the safe zone earlier than he had, he had also turned into a human-shaped turret while everyone was still in a panic, using a basic rifle like a sniper rifle.
If he had a choice, Wu Jin would never compete with this man so early in the game.
However, at a distance of only 20 meters apart––it was far, far above the threshold for detection.
Five minutes ago, the two of them had snuck towards the same direction from opposing sides, making the same prediction and choosing to bet on the same safe zone. They’d also spread out their firepower at the same time, dooming them to fight until the death in this coffin-covered slaughter hell.
On the opposite side, the gun muzzle burst out with a shot.
Wu Jin’s waist and abdomen tightened to the limits as he rolled to avoid the bullet, then he lifted up his own gun with lightning speed!
Even if the other party’s hand speed was 300APM, they would still be limited by the starting weapon they’d all been issued by the program group. The weapon provided by the show was similar to a Mauser Rifle, with a very slow shooting speed of 8 shots per 10 seconds.
That also meant that this safe zone was completely Wu Jin’s for the next 1.25 seconds.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he shot in the direction of the muzzle flash.
Missed.
Wu Jin was stunned, then dodged back to avoid conflict. One second passed by swiftly, and the other side came up to shoot again...
Wu Jin, who had originally planned to arch his body and dodge to the right and behind him, stopped abruptly and fell to the left instead, landing painfully on his right knee.
A third shot, then a fourth.
If Wu Jin could be said to still have had some will to fight a few minutes ago, by now, he seemed to have already been pushed into a dead end.
After firing many times, the firing speed of both people had reduced to 1.8 seconds per shot, making this crisis even more intense.
Wu Jin’s brain was completely blank. No matter how he planned out his moves, the other party would still manage to force him to change his strategy. He even had a vague illusion that his opponent was playing chess with him rather than shooting with a gun––
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Science Fiction-for offline purposes only - Book 1 Synopsis: Wu Jin, as a trainee from a certain entertainment company, had a peerless, stunning face. He was qualified to debut as a lead performer even if he just sat there and did nothing. After signing up for a...
