Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The eyes of Interstellar’s assassin shook, and his right hand involuntarily stopped moving…
However, everything in the game happened too quickly.
The audience could not tell what had happened at all.
In the distance, Yang Mengruo was still commenting. The gist of her words was that she hoped Mo Nan would be able to learn a lesson from this competition.
Interstellar’s assassin, who was battling Mo Bei, already had sweaty palms. He was just about to change direction, when the figure that was supposed to have disappeared actually appeared behind him!
He didn’t even get a clear look at the other party’s movements!
He only heard a sound effect that was enough to drive people’s hearts in his headphones. First Blood!
First Blood!
The spectators, who had been about to cheer, were stunned right before they opened their mouths!
The one who had secured first blood wasn’t the assassin from Interstellar, but FromNorthToSouth!
How could that be?
A second ago, Chen Yu had still been gloating as he’d waited for a good show. However, the arc at the corner of his lips had now frozen. His fingers clenched around the things in his hand as he kept his eyes on the icily aloof Mo Nan, who was seated before the computer. His face was purple with rage.
Granny Gray also faltered for a moment. He even thought that he had misread the kill notification on the screen.
He turned his head and looked in shock at Mo Nan, who was seated beside him. His handsome face was slightly tilted as he moved his mouth without a word.
He then realized that this person’s hand speed was extremely fast. It was so fast that he was nothing like the way he had been during his fundamental training at the apartment.
Panda stared straight ahead with a stupefied expression as he pointed to Mo Bei and then looked at Feng Nai. “Chief, did you see that?”
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How could Feng Nai not have seen that? Compared to the others, his manner remained very languid. However, a glint flashed through that pair of light-colored eyes too fast to be caught.
The camera zoomed in at once and shot a close-up of Mo Bei.
The game’s perspective was also locked there.
Although Mo Bei had killed the opposing assassin, as a support tank, her circumstances weren’t any better. With less than one-fifth of her health left, she was in danger of being killed at any time. Besides, Yang Xu was just in the surrounding area.
Upon seeing that, Yang Mengruo cocked her head to the side, as if she was very innocently analyzing the situation. “Sometimes, at competitions, luck plays a part too. However, at first glance, Interstellar’s players look prepared to push Mo Nan past the point of no return.”
With a few lines, she had obscurely described Mo Bei’s first kill by attributing it to luck.
Some spectators on the scene shared the same opinion.
The reasoning was simple: They were just claiming that Mo Nan was a good-for-nothing. The fact that the good-for-nothing had secured first blood was like a slap to their faces.
Thus, they believed that this was pure luck and encouraged Interstellar to teach Mo Nan a lesson.
Yang Xu’s champion had raised the rifle in his hands, aiming in Mo Bei’s direction. The bullet that shot out was about to hit the other party and harvest a kill.
Suddenly, people vividly experienced what was known as precise yet formless movement.
On the screen, the handsome youth that was as cold as an icy mountain pressed his left hand swiftly down on the movement keys. After perfectly evading the other party’s shot, he bounded and appeared on Yang Xu’s right.
“Is FromNorthToSouth mad?”
“He has hardly any health left, yet he still dared to charge forward?”
“That first blood earlier probably made him too complacent.”
“What exactly is he trying to do?”
Very soon, Mo Bei gave an answer.
Everyone heard the second sound effect of the game next…