"You know them?"
Andre looked at him.
The young man made no secret of it, "It's a little festive."
"Really? I have a grudge against them too!"
Andre felt that his chance had come. "Don't kill me. Wait until I recover from my injuries and then we'll seek revenge on them together."
When he finished speaking, the young man sneered.
"If I don't kill you, am I waiting for you to kill me?"
He walked closer to Andre step by step, and never thought of letting him go from beginning to end.
A sense of crisis arose from the bottom of his heart. Andre stepped back suddenly, grabbed the dirt on the ground and threw it at the young man, then fled quickly.
There were still 20 minutes left before T2, and the young man behind him was giving him a strong sense of pressure. His forehead was covered with sweat, his breathing became disordered, and he even felt that he could not hold on until T2 started.
"Hurry up, okay?"
"Hey, why are you rushing me?"
"Keep your voice down, can't you let people rest?"
…
Hearing the sound of people talking not far away, Andre immediately turned a corner and ran towards the crowd, shouting for help.
"The one behind is an S-level player, save me!"
"The person behind is an S-level player, he wants to kill people to silence them!"
He shouted loudly to the S-level players, attracting all their attention.
Firstly, it was because these people would rather kill the wrong person than let him go, and secondly, they were sure that the young man would not expose his lies on the spot, which would only increase the number of competitors. Andre's plan worked, and ordinary players became lifesavers.
"Sure enough, S-rank players are all annoying and cunning."
The young man behind him murmured softly, and he stopped chasing Andre slowly, and sped up to catch up with him!
The young man instantly clamped his neck and began to exert force with his arms. Andre felt a slight cracking of bones, suffocation and pain, and a whiteout before his eyes.
There are still 5 minutes left until T2 period!
He can't die!
Andre somehow mustered up strength from somewhere, and he threw the young man over his shoulder, broke free from his grasp, and rushed into the oncoming crowd.
The young man was instantly surrounded by these ordinary players.
Five minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
The remaining ordinary players looked at the map and realized that they had been cheated.
Facing the young man, they all stopped what they were doing and slowly retreated.
"mob."
He looked at the map, ignored these people, and chased in the direction Andre left.
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The other side
The people chasing Zheng Tianxing were excited when they saw the red dot appear on the map.
"He is indeed an S-level player!"
"Brothers, charge!"
"Kill him and split the reward!"
The players behind were all excited, as if it was a carnival.
puff-
With a long sound, a stream of yellow-green gas was discharged from Zheng Tianxing's body, catching the players who followed him and cheered with their mouths wide open off guard.
“Cough cough cough!”
"vomit!"
"Don't squeeze me! Damn, I can't see the road."
"I-I can't breathe."
…
The King of Farts is not a casual title.
Zheng Tianxing's poison gas attack power was slightly weaker, but the group attack range was extremely wide. He quickly got rid of this large group of ordinary players and ran away in a random direction.
He moved quickly, always keeping an eye on the map to find prey around him.
There seems to be one nearby.
He looked at the red dot on the map that was very close to him and became secretly alert.
The soft soil under his feet was kicked up high because of his steps. With all his attention focused on finding other S-level players, Zheng Tianxing did not notice that there was a piece of land in front of him that was slightly different from the others.
(End of this chapter)