Chapter 135: Counterkill

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: Counterkill"The white pointer doesn’t mean it will always land on a white space," Xu Huo pressed his hand down and said, "This prop of mine only has a one in ten chance of success. Otherwise, why don’t you lend me the hourglass?"

"Brother Feng, this kid is dishonest, I think we should just kill him!" Qi Shan turned back and said.

Brother Feng, rubbing the gun barrel up and down, stared at Xu Huo, lost in thought.

But Xu Huo smiled and said, "If you lack even this bit of courage, what are you doing trying to snatch super props? Or are you afraid to die, knowing you’re bound to lose?"

"Perhaps you should just use your tickets and leave?"

"Even if I were to leave, I’d kill you first!" The tall man in camouflage charged over and punched him in the face, causing Xu Huo’s face to twist to one side, yet he let out a laugh.

Brother Feng stopped the two of them and said, "I’ll go next round."

"No way!" Qi Shan immediately said, "The chances of a white space appearing next round are very low."

The three of them no longer concealed their discussion from the others, "In the game of life and death, the chances of landing on a white space are highest on the twelfth and its multiples. Even if the twelfth round doesn’t produce a white space, that kid just got another chance at survival; it might be a long time before we see another white space."

"We also learned from others that the chances of landing on a white space are higher in the twelfth round. Seeing is believing; maybe what he said was the way to break the game of life and death," Brother Feng tossed the gun to the tall camouflage-clad man, "I’m not going to slink away just like that."

This time, the tall man in camouflage didn’t listen to him. He threw away the two guns on his body and stepped into the center of the circle first, "Brother Feng, if it’s a black pointer, I won’t spin. If it’s a white pointer, but I die, you better take down these people to accompany me in death!"

Brother Feng tried to step forward to pull the man out, but Qi Shan held him back, "Brother Feng, trust Shitou (Stone). He’s not afraid to die, he’s sure to make it out alive!"

Brother Feng struggled for a moment before giving up, his eyes fixed on the tall man in camouflage, "Brother..."

Xu Huo watched their act with a cold eye. As the pointer on the ground came to a stop and the man in camouflage announced it was a black pointer, Xu Huo couldn’t help but reveal a slight smirk.

Eight minutes later, the big guy exploded into a mess of flesh and blood.

Blood splattered on the faces of Brother Feng and Qi Shan, who were at close quarters.

"He moved the black pointer because he was scared of dying himself; he can’t blame us, right?" Wang Chaoqing whispered.

Brother Feng wiped the blood from his face and walked straight into the circle, holding the hourglass, "Bring everyone over."

Qi Shan hurriedly corralled people with his two guns, including Xu Huo and a few other players this time; more than twenty people remaining around the spinner all huddled around Brother Feng. Xu Huo stood on the outskirts, being pointed at by a gun face to face.

"With so many people, aren’t you afraid someone will stab him?" Xu Huo suddenly said after the pointer stopped.

Qi Shan was about to speak when he suddenly saw a short arrow shoot swiftly toward Brother Feng from the second floor of the mall. He immediately raised his gun and opened fire but hadn’t expected the short arrow to suddenly curve in mid-air and whiz past on the other side. At the same time, everyone in the spinner, startled by the gunfire, crouched down, hiding their heads, and the Flying Arrow, taking Brother Feng’s body as a shield, passed unobstructedly across the mall!

"Brother Feng...!" He stepped forward.

Xu Huo, who had been waiting for an opportunity, swung the Crimson Sword. The Sword Qi, thin as a membrane, sliced through the air, aiming straight at the opponent’s waist.

Qi Shan quickly put his gun in front of him, but to no avail; the long gun snapped with a sound. Forced back to his original position, Qi Shan hadn’t yet steadied himself when suddenly a raging fire burst forth from his body!

Tearing open his clothes, he rolled on the spot, using the bloodied ground to extinguish the flames. As he stood up, an old-fashioned silver hunting rifle appeared in his hands. He took aim at Xu Huo, who was brandishing his sword at him, "Go to hell!"

Xu Huo snapped his lighter shut, lifted two fingers, and the floating guitar string shook the barrel of the gun upward, the bullet thundering into the dome of the shopping mall’s glass!

The shattered glass splinters scattered everywhere. Qi Shan tried to slip away in the chaos, but Xu Huo wasn’t about to let go that easily. His Flying Arrow had been deflected by a wave-like barrier that had sprung up beneath Brother Feng’s feet. To prevent the two from joining forces, Qi Shan needed to be dealt with quickly!

The guitar string lassoed around Qi Shan’s neck, and as he was dragged backward, he slashed out with his sword once more!

But at that moment, Qi Shan trapped the string in both hands, forcibly pulling it down. He swiftly sidestepped, evading the attack while firing another shot!

Xu Huo immediately shielded himself with the Bull Shield, but underestimated the bullet’s power. It forced him to slide backward several meters, stopping barely at the edge of the roundabout!

Controlling the Flying Arrow to return and force back Qi Shan, who once again tried to shoot at him, Xu Huo changed direction and sprinted towards Brother Feng.

Qi Shan, blocked by the freely moving Flying Arrow, tried to follow, but suddenly someone burst out from the side, entangling him with their arms and legs like soft ropes!

"What the hell is this!" Qi Shan turned around, only to have his face plastered over with paper that seemed to drift from nowhere, blocking his nose and mouth. By the time he tore off the covering from his face, the person holding him suddenly let go.

They both fell back to the ground face to face. When Qi Shan saw it was the Girl in the Painting, he instantly reached for her throat, only to see her smiling and pointing to the ground. Horror-stricken, he looked down just in time to explode into a shower of blood!

The Girl in the Painting wiped the blood disgustedly from her face and turned to Xu Huo, giving him an "OK" sign with her hand.

Xu Huo’s original plan hadn’t been to face off head to head. Having the Girl in the Painting lure the man outside the roundabout to kill him using the rules was in line with his intention.

Having taken care of him, he turned back to look at Brother Feng, whose spinner still hadn’t moved, and the hourglass he held in his hands.

Brother Feng was surrounded by protective props—the attacks simply couldn’t get close, and even reaching out would be blocked by the water barrier.

Xu Huo couldn’t touch the hourglass, couldn’t interrupt its progress into the city, and he also had no idea how far its range could extend. Thus, the only option was to force Brother Feng to retreat from the life-and-death game!

"Everyone back off!" he ordered the people around him to step away, slashing down with his sword time and again.

Indeed, after suffering more than a dozen strikes, Brother Feng finally couldn’t hold back any longer. He prematurely moved the spinner, and the moment he came to his senses, he saw the longsword nearly hitting his face. He jerked away in a swift retreat, tossing the hourglass, which had transformed into something resembling a hand grenade!

Xu Huo dodged to the side, but after the grenade flew out, it suspended in mid-air, splitting from one into two, and from two into four, detonating into four smaller bombs!

Everyone nearby was caught in the blast, and Xu Huo felt several small shards embed into his back. Reaching back, his hand came away with a green liquid.

"It’s Alien toxin!" Wang Chaoqing and Duck Tongue Cap cried out at the same time, with Wang Chaoqing gasping in panic, "We’re done for, people die from Alien poison!"

"We are Evolvers; we should be fine, right?" Duck Tongue Cap immediately responded.

"Doesn’t matter if you’re an Evolver or whoever, anyone hit by Alien poison dies! Unless there’s an Antitoxin!" Wang Chaoqing yelled.

"In your world, there’s no such thing as Alien Antidote." Brother Feng glanced around, didn’t see Qi Shan anywhere, then his expression suddenly changed, glaring at Xu Huo ferociously, "I fell for your trick!"