Chapter 233 - 233: 231: Failed to Qualify!<div>
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Entering the inner circle, the map range continues to shrink, and the battle bes more frequent, with hardly any breathing time.
Moreover, the battle seems to be getting a bit… muddy.<div>
And the positioning of the car has flipped once more.
In the previous two areas, anything seen moving, whether it was a car or a person, didn’t need to think, just shoot directly, they were all enemies anyway, hitting would be a win!
But after entering the inner circle, it could also be an NPC moving.
It’s okay for individual people, as yers’ heads will have name tags, making it hard to mistake, but if the opponent is driving a car, then it’s quite troublesome.
If a yer hides in the car, it’s impossible to tell from the outside if it’s an NPC or a yer.
This means you can’t shoot recklessly, after all, if you hit the wrong target,
you’ll lose points!
Once again, the car bes very useful, serving as an effective disguise, as opponents are afraid to shoot easily, which allows yers who drive to often take the initiative in skirmishes.
The coach of the eSports Club watching the live stream records in his notebook: distinguishing between yer and NPC driving habits – targeted training.
The simplest method of distinction: most yers in the virtual world drive as if traffic rules don’t apply.
Red light stop, green light go, all fake,pletely fake!<div>
Since viting traffic rules won’t summon the Metropolis Police, it means the game doesn’t forbid it.
Even for many yers, the Metropolis never had traffic rules, and things like traffic lights, zebra crossings, and traffic police are all just decorations!
All is void, all is permitted!
Although this ssic line doesn’t exist in this world, what yers do in the virtual world is pretty much the same.
Emphasizing unfettered recklessness andwlessness!
Entering the familiar map of Metropolis, yers feel like they are back home and are incredibly familiar with the city.
Landmark buildings, shops, hospitals, and gun shops, not only do they know where they are, but they are even overly familiar with theyout inside.
Purchasing is a breeze.
For open stores, they follow a fixed routine, and if they’re not open, it’s even simpler: which team doesn’t have one or two lockpickers now?
Even if the teammates trained in lockpicking died earlier, it doesn’t stop the yers from breaking the doors violently, and they still collect the iing goods as usual.
Of course, being familiar with the terrain is not just about making purchases smoothly.<div>
Familiarity with the terrain can sometimes be turned into an advantage during battle.
Especially for those hardcore yers who are fond of PVP and confrontation training, they practice live battles in Metropolis every day.
In thepetition now, they’re extremely familiar with the possible enemy positions, movement paths, shooting angles… and so on.
Particrly near the Metropolis Central za in the core circle, their muscle memory is highly attuned to the fight.
For them, everything returns to the familiar track.
As everyone’s [Shooting Specialization] skill level is maxed out, the shooting uracy gap can no longer be widened, so the use of tactics, the influence of terrain, the firepower of weapon equipment, and the number of fighters on both sides may all be crucial factors in winning or losing!
In this regard, heavy-duty yers who often participate in PVP undoubtedly have a considerable advantage.
However, the overly intensebat in the inner circle also causes devastating blows to casual yers who havee this far relying on good luck.
They are quickly eliminated from the battlefield.
By [11:00], when the earthquakees again, all that’s left are yers who have participated in at least 10 hours of PVPbat.
Moreover, these yers are already bloodthirsty, and not even an earthquake can stop them from continuing to fight.
One team with 7 yers left, dropped their guns, each pulled out two long knives and charged towards the crowd. Almost effortlessly, they killed the opponents like slicing through melons and vegetables, under the lead of their bulletproof vest-d captain.
Another team took homemade Molotov cocktails from their backpack, lit them, and threw them with difficulty into the house where the opponents were hiding, causing the entire building to be engulfed in mes.
Then they blocked the door, shooting down one person randomly as they came out.
It could only be random shooting because the vibration was too strong, and no one could do precise shooting.
Some teams even got their hands on explosives, had a teammate strap them on, lit them up, and charged towards the opponents during the earthquake, pulling off an ugly but statistically impressive I-for-5 trade.
But their tactics were only a little ugly. The enemy that “I’m Really Called Wu
Di” was facing now was the real definition of “ugly.”
They were already fighting a five-person squad before the earthquake happened.
After finally taking down two of the opponents, the remaining three opponents broke the door lock of a private house, rushed in, and huddled with some NPCs.
“Despicable scum!” Wu Di was so angry that he was about to explode, but he didn’t want to kill both the people and the NPCs, so they ended up in a stalemate.
But after the earthquake, without any hesitation, he pulled out his knife and engaged in meleebat!
“NOOOOO—” Yi let out a heartbreaking scream.
He wasn’t screaming in despair for Wu Di, but in fact, he didn’t even care about that team—even though he himself had been killed by Wu Di earlier.
Yi was wailing for the death of hisst teammate.
When the earthquake arrived, this teammate desperately wanted to find a hiding spot and, without thinking, barged into a nearby house.
The teammate was about to rise after a smooth roll, but when he looked up, he saw a dark gun barrel pointed at his head.
“Wait, I can exin…” The teammate hurriedly tried to plead for mercy.
But the bearded NPC didn’t give him a chance, with a “bang,” shot him out of thepetition map.
It was this scene that made Yi unable to hold back his scream.
Because it meant that the opportunity to raise their survival rank by relying on teammates hadpletely vanished.
The only hope now was that everyone’s scores would be rtively even, and after taking down about a dozen teams, they would get killed themselves.
But that hope was slim, as only 10 teams would advance out of the virtual city, which was extremely demanding.
The teammate continued to shout on the team channel: “I’ll remember you,
Bearded Man! You wait for me! I’ll be back to get my revenge!”
“Revenge, my ass! Stop messing around ande join us in praying!” The other teammates chimed in.
“God, Buddha, Confucius, Taoist, Boss Lin, please give us a chance to advance!” Even at this time,ments in the live broadcasting room were still gloating:
“Making a plea to five different targets? It would be strange for them to seed ! ”
“Loyalty that isn’t absolute is absolutely disloyal!”
“I bet two cents that the anchor won’t get to y for another week.”
After the copse of the inner circle, the fierce battle in the core areasted only a short ten minutes, and thepetition wasing to an end.
With one team’s annihtion, beams of light shot down from the sky and enveloped all the surviving yers.
Fighter jets flew through the sky, leaving colorful tails, and huge colorful balls exploded in the air with confetti raining down.
A spectacr and celebratory scene.
The IDs of the advancing teams’ members were disyed on the sky screen, and the top ten teams settled!
Wu Di stood on the edge of Metropolis Central za, raising his arm and cheering.
Not only him, but all the surviving yers were celebrating!
Only Yi looked at this scene sadly and suddenly shouted hysterically, “I don’t ept this! Where’s the resurrection match?! Where’s the Loser’s Group?!”