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Grabbing Wei Xi’s blood-soaked collar, Xia Tian dragged him away from the dark lake at the edge of the cave and placed him at the spot where the Doomsday Destroyer rocket launcher had been secured before.
Wei Xi could see that Xia Tian’s right hand was basically ruined, for the second time.
The planning team couldn’t kill him; they could only find ways to neutralize his combat effectiveness. However, this didn’t make him any weaker or subdued, even by an iota. The man was still agile, ferocious and reckless.
The fixed artillery platform had been welded in place, but the young man from before was nowhere to be found. Long strips of blood were left on the artillery platform as if someone, in their final moments before death, wished to leave a mark here.
The amplifier was ready. It was emanating a crimson glow, looking like the ferocious eyes of a wild beast in the darkness.
Xia Tian turned all the output control valves to maximum before turning his head to look for the welding torch. After searching around, he shattered the head of a monster gnawing at a corpse by firing a shot, kicked away the corpse, found the blood-soaked welding torch underneath, walked back, and welded the control valves tightly.
Wei Xi fell to the ground. He couldn’t feel his body anymore. But in his contact lens, the improvised search program continued to collect and analyze data, the positioning becoming more and more precise until it made a positioning in millimeters. Great.
As Xia Tian was adjusting the muzzle angle, Wei Xi reached for Xia Tian’s boot and said, “There, at two o’clock—”
“Stop moving!” Xia Tian yelled.
“The transmission tower is right there—” Wei Xi said, stretching his hand out to point the direction.
He was pretty sure he was going to die in the Killing Show. People like him came here to die, didn’t they? It was all about how much entertainment he could provide before his demise.
He had imagined that the moment of death ought to be extremely terrifying, with cruel excruciating pain, and complete coldness and loneliness.
But at that moment, he didn’t feel that way. All his thoughts were occupied by one thing. His bloodied hand grabbed Xia Tian’s pant leg in a death grip as he shouted, “Did you see?!”
Xia Tian had seen it. Wei Xi saw his comrade adjust the muzzle to the direction he had pointed towards, welded it shut, yelled something toward the front—probably telling everyone to get out of the way—and pulled off the safety valve.
The light of the indicator bar instantly became blindingly bright, and the Doomsday Destroyer fired in that direction.
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A huge flash of light blossomed at the edge of Wei Xi’s field of vision.
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Wei Xi laughed. The fire of destruction always warmed the body and made people happy.
He turned his head to look at Xia Tian. The firelight reflected in the man’s eyes that were crazy and focused. He never knew to back down or give up. It was as if some ancient God of Destruction had revived in his eyes, casting a glance of fire and death towards this dark place.
Wei Xi wanted to say something, but after opening his mouth, he didn’t make a sound. He was someone who was about to leave the arena forever.
In the firelight, he saw Eric who was seriously injured haring off toward him—he was always insensitive to injuries, and looking at his expression, he knew that he had no hope. It was really not surprising.
Because he wasn’t obedient enough. They wanted him to obey… They were always asking them to obey.
They wanted Xia Tian to sleep with someone in front of the camera, to kill what they wanted him to kill, and to pose how they wanted him to pose. They would let him live until the people who spent money on him got tired of it. Otherwise, they would punish him.
They had got so many types of punishments, but Wei Xi had heard enough of these in his life.
He could have accepted the contract, mortgaged his parents’ house, and agreed to the “additional sexual services” clause in it, but no, he had to go and steal money from the bank. He didn’t just steal once, but thousands of times—it was definitely written more than that in the verdict—and even went further, teaching others how to steal it.
Some people had said that the Killing Show was a wrong place to go for people like him, and that Floating Gold TV should give him a service agreement or something. However, Wei Xi himself knew that he was a criminal at heart.
He wanted to continue to feel the grand explosion, which made him feel warm, but his consciousness slipped uncontrollably into the darkness.
In his final moments, he felt only a little sad. He thought that he still had a pretty rebellious spirit, so how did he end up being used as a punishment tool and dying in such an embarrassing manner?
Eric quickly examined Wei Xi’s injuries and did emergency treatment, but he knew it was useless. He just couldn’t help but do it, as if the process could delay something.
Their network logistician had lost consciousness, and his eyes had no focus. Still, he looked like he was listening attentively, perhaps to the echo of cannonballs and death. Although there was only a dark and oppressive sky above, he looked as if he could see the sunlight and the clear skies instead.
At one moment of heavy gunfire, all the white specters suddenly stood still, as if listening to some language in the fire—the language of death.
The conflagration swept over everything and rolled through the cave of decay and filth, gilding everything with fiery colors, but it was pure as water and cleaned everything that was dirty, leaving nothing behind.
That was fantastical and bizarre, just like magic.
In a moment, the tentacles, claws and sharp teeth that yearned for blood came to a standstill and the eternal hunger, pain and nightmare in those burning eyes died out, as the evil commands from the higher level disappeared. The world quieted down, with only the sound of flaring inferno and gunfire left.
The battle ended as abruptly as it had begun.
All the players stayed frozen for a while; they could not react to the sudden end of the life-and-death struggle. Everyone was injured, and some teammates had died or were about to die.
By Xia Tian’s side, the Doomsday Destroyer rocket launcher was still firing mechanically, one after another, until the barrel twisted and melted, and the artillery platform burst into a pile of scrap metal.
The stone walls hadn’t started to shake yet; their quality was very good. But since the organizers always liked to have walls collapse as a grand finale, maybe the reason the walls hadn’t started to shake yet was because seeing the moribund Wei Xi, they could only hurriedly stop the monsters and hadn’t had time to do other things.
Without even looking around at the surroundings, Xia Tian dumped out the entire contents of the arms bag.
Firearms and medical supplies were mixed together, making it hard to distinguish one from the other. Looking murderous, he rummaged around inside, refusing to accept the reality.
After staring at Xia Tian for a while, Bai Jingan took the medical bag that belonged to Eric and handed it to him.
Xia Tian poured the stuff everywhere and finally found what he was looking for.
It was a black syringe with a warning on it. As Eric stared at him in disbelief, Xia Tian ripped open the bag and stabbed a needle in Wei Xi’s neck.
Wei Xi, who was at death’s door, didn’t react much to the shot other than a small shake in the wake of Xia Tian’s action. In the Upper City’s most expensive and violent game, he was completely injured, covered in blood, broken, pale, and devoid of any signs of life.
Eric pressed his hand on Wei Xi’s carotid artery. The latter’s skin was so cold it seemed to freeze his fingers. After a few moments, he finally felt a faint beat, like an illusion.
He knew what Xia Tian had injected Wei Xi with: a suspended animation injection.
The medical bag on the Killing Show sometimes contained this stuff. It was a popular gadget made by the planning team.
As the name implies, the injection could minimize the heartbeat and blood flow rate of the seriously injured, delaying the time of death. On the battlefield, if a player was injured to the point that even the medical kit couldn’t rescue them, they could be injected with the suspended animation injection to prolong their life for a bit longer. But the ones who had to use a suspended animation injection would normally have injuries so serious that getting the injection could only prolong their life for around an hour. So, this thing was basically useless.
Of course, as long as you were not completely dead at the end of the game, the medical department could drag you back even if you were mortally injured, but the problem was… you never knew when the game would end.
Besides, in any big climactic moment, every team would be in dire straits, so it was close to impossible to keep an unconscious teammate alive for more than an hour.
Eric knew that the fourth round couldn’t be over in an hour. It had only started a week ago and the tournament wasn’t even half over yet! But as he watched Xia Tian in action, he unrealistically expected that the man would come up with something.
The surrounding area was a mess, strewn with the corpses of white specters. The sealed jars finally burst open. Some of the mutant creatures were still alive, but their eyes were tightly closed, ensnared in nightmares. It was an eerie and jarring scene of carnage, a scene not for the faint-hearted.
Eric said, “Xia Tian?!”
“It’s not going to end,” a deep and sad voice said, “It’s only been a week.”
Eric turned his head to see Fei Yu who had come over. He was badly injured and could not stand steadily. Mo An was supporting him. Eric did not see the rest of his team. They had probably disappeared forever in the slaughter.
“I’m going to end it,” Xia Tian said viciously.
He got up and walked out.
The fighters in the cave turned their heads to look at Xia Tian.
Xia Tian’s voice was not very loud, but they had been paying attention to him. When he spoke, his words were like some kind of uniform signal.
One of the not-so-critically injured fighters stood up, picked up his gun, and followed the direction Xia Tian went. Then another stood up, followed by a third.
Bai Jingan looked down to check Wei Xi’s condition, to make sure the injection was working, and stood up too.
Eric tried to get up, but fell back to the ground. He struggled to stand up again and said to Bai Jingan, “What does he want?”
The tactical planner, who was fatally injured, looked back at him. Just now, when Xia Tian had gone to fix the artillery platform, Bai Jingan had gone to deal with that… hodgepodge-like monster that had sallied out of the water, all by himself.
Without hesitation, he had darted towards the monster that had countless organs that were like instruments of torture. In between the battle, he had changed his guns three times. It was hard to believe that a person could do that. Eric was sure Bai Jingan was badly hurt, but just by looking, one couldn’t feel it.
He said, “To finish the game.”
The lingering flames in the battlefield reflected in his eyes. They held a somber and icy gaze, tinged with a hint of recklessness. They were dark and intense, as if they could kindle a blaze that would engulf the entire sky.
Hope Xia Tian would manage to finish the game within an hour and save Wei Xi.
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