The other contestants were startled and subconsciously slowed down. Mu Su took advantage of this moment to rush to the third position, turned his gun to aim at the new first place, and pulled the trigger again!
Bang!
Fire snakes spewed out, and the players fell to the ground. Mu Su naturally became the second player.
This time, the players were confused and stared blankly at Mu Su's back as he rushed forward.
The player who inexplicably climbed from third to first shivered for no reason. While running, he subconsciously looked back and saw that Mu Su's gun had turned around.
He felt a chill in his heart, his running pace slowed down, and Mu Su overtook him.
As if he felt that this player was wise, Mu Su did not attack him and easily obtained the first position.
Still uneasy, he turned around and shook the muzzle of his gun, slowing down wherever he pointed. He waited until all the runners were more than 10 meters away from him before putting away his gun and concentrating on running.
Even if the players are unwilling to do so, they can only endure it. If they rush up directly and are beaten to death and eliminated, there will be nothing. Now they can slowly follow to the key points and at least mess up the rankings. If they are lucky, they will be rewarded with points.
Musu crossed the finish line two seconds later and successfully advanced to the semi-finals with the first place in the group!
Musu raised his arms and cheered along the track to the empty auditorium.
"Incredible! 10.21 seconds! The smell of lemongrass sets a new Olympic record for the 100m dash!"
After a while, Huang Jianxiang's shouts reached his ears.
Mu Su couldn't help but look at the big screen on the front side of the venue. The picture above showed a slender woman with a ponytail, with a name above her head to prove her identity.
His fists gradually clenched.
I come, I conquer. No matter how fast you are...you will fall under my gun.
"There he is!"
"Kill him!"
"Let me go first!"
"Don't let this bastard go to the next project!"
Suddenly there was a burst of chaotic shouting, and a group of players came running behind them, roaring with excitement.
Mu Su went to touch the gun again. Seeing this, some players shouted: "The game is over, we are not afraid of you! Otherwise you will kill us, or we will kill you!!!"
Mu Su, who was outraged by the crowd, turned around and ran away.
"Don't run if you can!" the player shouted.
"Don't chase me if you can!" Mu Su didn't even look back.
After circling the track for more than half a circle, Mu Su dived into the standby point and disappeared.
When he opened a group chat, people asked him how he was doing.
Musu replied humbly: "It's okay, they didn't run past me."
Lord Grim: "Do you believe it?"
Wen Xiang: “I don’t believe it.”
Transparent Bridge: “I don’t believe it.”
Karen: "Believe it."
Blazing God: "I don't believe it."
After chatting for a while, Mu Su walked out of the standby point and started the fourth competition...
Next, the contestants witnessed Mu Su's various non-ferocious methods.
Gradually, Musu also made a name for himself among the contestants. They knew that there was a guy among the contestants who was full of strange things, vicious, and used all kinds of methods.
Some players imitated and learned, some succeeded, and some failed. Most of those who failed wanted to take advantage of the fact that the competition had not started to deal with the opponent. As a result, the opponent did not solve the problem, and the organizing committee knew that they could solve it first.
Some unspoken rules were gradually discovered by the players: it is absolutely forbidden for players to fight with each other before the game, and they can be casual after the game starts - completely opposite to the real game. But considering that this is a hell city, and the audience are monsters, everything is very complicated.
It's reasonable.
After the six games in the morning, the players were able to rest for an hour. An hour later, the boxing match began.
No player is offline. The Death Tournament is entered in sleep mode. If the time difference of one to seven is offline, it can easily exceed one hour by accident.
The first match in the afternoon is boxing, and Mu Su and Kallen will appear at that time. The format of the boxing match is slightly different. A total of 5,000 players will randomly compete in ten matches. Defeating one person will add 1 point, with a total score of 10 points. The final decision will be no more than
100 people entered the semi-finals.
An hour later, Mu Su stepped out from the standby point.
Wow – Wow –
The overhead beam shines on the arena divided into dozens of pieces. Players holding numbers in their hands stand under the stage, while empty players wait at the referee's bench to receive their numbers.
Wow – Wow –
The crisp sound of metal contact echoed in a small area, and nearby players looked at it, dumbfounded.
Wow – Wow –
The player who was queuing heard the noise and turned his head curiously. Suddenly a large shadow appeared on his frightened face. His lips twitched and he backed away in shock. The same was true for other players.
Wow – Wow –
The players parted the sea like Moses to make way for a direct passage to the referee's seat.
Wow – Wow –
The presence of the voice was like a deserted place, and it went straight to the referee's box. The referees took a deep look at this guy and handed him a number plate with the number 3353 written on it.
Wow——
The being took the number plate, turned around and walked away.
Wow – Wow –
Everyone looked in shock and awe, and their voices gradually faded away. Only then did they dare to discuss in a low voice.
"Who is this guy..."
"It's too exaggerated... It's too exaggerated..."
"Am I in the wrong place? Is this a boxing event?"
"Don't the referees stop such a guy?"
"By the way...this guy...can't be the...player named Mu Su..."
As these words fell, there was silence in front of the referee's bench.
They were very taboo about this player who pioneered the method of winning by any means necessary. After a while, a player whispered: "What number did he take..."
"have no idea."
"Didn't pay attention."
"Didn't see it."
"I hope it's not me."
…
bite--
A few minutes later, the referee rang the round bell, and the demon, who was nearly three meters tall and covered in black horns, shouted like a bell: "Please follow the prompts on the screen to enter the ring."
Mr. Crow lowered his head and glanced at the number. He was in ring number 23.
"I don't know if my opponent is strong or not..." Mr. Crow muttered nervously and came to the 23rd ring.
The referee is a monster who looks a bit like a turtle without a shell. He has a stooped body, dark green skin and wrinkles, and wears a loose referee uniform that does not fit him.
The opponent hasn't appeared yet, and Mr. Crow can't help but wonder. Could it be that he was lucky that the opponent didn't show up?
As soon as this thought occurred to him, he was awakened by a crashing sound.
Mr. Crow subconsciously turned his head and swept away, his eyes were stuck and he couldn't move away. His mouth couldn't stop opening wider and wider.
This guy is not coming here... This guy is not coming here... This guy is not coming here...
The being took unswerving and heavy steps, facing the shocked and horrified eyes, and walked towards the only ring around where there was no contestant.
"Oh no..." Mr. Crow expressed despair.
The footsteps stopped. The presence stood in front of the fence, its heavy breathing hitting the cold metal.