Kar98K Upon Touchdown!-Chapter 703 - I’m Not A Cunning Old Snake!

Chapter 703: I’m Not A Cunning Old Snake!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Liu Zilang felt relieved when he arrived at the truth.

He rode on his motorcycle once more and happily made his way into the safe zone.

…

On Hua Xia’s commentary platform.

“Looks like Boss Su’s earlier guess that the player count would go down faster in the solo tournament was right. There are only forty-nine players left on the battlefield now.”

“That’s right. Moreover, in this ‘Solo King’ tournament, a player’s kill count is as important as them winning the chicken dinner.”

“Yup, let’s take a look at the kill count leaderboard.”

“Oh, at the top of the leaderboard is Satan, the sniper from SKK. He already has nine kills to his name!”

“Hold on, the leaderboard has refreshed once again.”

“Oh my god, Satan has scored his tenth kill! He’s the first player to break into the double digits!”

“…”

Meanwhile, the caster displayed the real-time kill count leaderboard at the bottom left corner of the screen.

1st place: SKK-Satan, 10 Kills!

2nd place: 4AM-Vic, 8 Kills!

3rd place: IG-Wolves, 4 Kills!

4th place: Liquid-Jeemzz, 3 Kills!

…

In fifth place was Karl from team SKK, tied with Jeemz who was in fourth place with three kills. Below them were players who all had one or two kills.

The leaderboard was the perfect example of how ‘the law of the jungle’ prevailed in PUBG solo tournaments, where the strong hunted the weak.

Satan, who was in first place, was responsible for one-fifth of the players’ deaths in the match.

The top five players took up half of the responsibility of reducing the player count in the match thus far.

The players in the bottom half of the leaderboard had pathetic kill counts. Some of them even had not even killed a single opponent before they fell prey to someone stronger.

It has to be said that it was the ‘ecology’ of a PUBG solo match.

It was either kill or be killed. A test of pure individual skill.

…

In the third circle, Liu Zilang’s playstyle was a lot more stable than before. This was nonetheless caused by the fact that the circle was a lot smaller than the previous two circles.

One less worry in solo tournaments was that a player would not become the target of a squad of four. However, if Liu Zilang somehow caused an angry mob to gang up on him, his happy motorcycle joyride would then turn into a tragedy.

There were three different ways one could behave in the safe zone.

The first was to blindly head toward its center and pray for a destiny circle. Another way was to stay near the edge of it and adapt accordingly.

The third and last way was to be a cunning old snake. It was a despicable way of playing the game and many players hated it. However, it was a versatile option that led to many options.

The two most obvious locations within the safe zone were Georgopol and the V-shaped trenches.

Liu Zilang felt that his luck in the game had been drained by his silly disciple the day before. Hence, he decided he should not gamble on destiny circles in the match.

Becoming a cunning old snake was easier, though Liu Zilang claimed that he was not too familiar with such technical work. Hence, the option was quickly passed over as well.

His remaining option was to stick to the edge of the circle.

The corners of Liu Zilang’s lips curled upward as he thought of it.

‘I’m familiar with this one!’

He continued speeding on his motorcycle.

A few opponents tried to shoot him along the way. However, it was hard for them to succeed given the motorcycle’s speed and Liu Zilang’s skills.

Screech!

Very quickly, the sound of emergency brakes being pulled was heard.

Liu Zilang found an open-air toilet at the edge of the safe zone. He parked his motorcycle next to it.

He surveyed his surroundings to confirm that no one else was around.

After that, he armed himself with his noise-suppressed M24 and positioned himself to intercept anyone who came into the safe zone from the northeast.

“Vic wants to occupy territory in a solo tournament? That’s not very suitable, is it?”

“You can’t occupy too much territory in a solo tournament. You can’t shoot that many people at once.”

“Yup, and his back is exposed to sneak attacks. You might be focused on people entering the circle, but people already within the circle can still hit you.”

“With Vic’s noise-suppressed M24, he won’t be as easily discovered by people over a certain distance, I guess?”

“Oh, wait! What’s Vic doing? I thought he wanted to snipe at the people coming into the safe zone! Why’s he going into the toilet?”

“…”

The three commentators had thought that Liu Zilang was planning to ‘hold the fort’ by himself and were analyzing the chances of him succeeding by doing so.

They turned around and their faces darkened.

On the caster’s camera, from God’s perspective, Liu Zilang was seen parking his motorcycle behind the toilet and then sneaking into the toilet.

What the hell was going on?

Did he pick up the wrong script?

After a while, the corners of their lips twitched…

After Liu Zilang had closed the toilet door, he swapped the M24 in his hands to an AKM.

Using the gun like an electric drill, he shot a hole in the wooden wall of the toilet that was facing the edge of the safe zone…

The spectators in the Chinese live-stream channel were taken aback for a while. However, they then laughed out loud.

“Alright, that works! I submit to his intelligence!”

“Tsk tsk, I guess Vic is experienced in making holes in toilet walls?”

“Um… are you serious?”

“Vic: I’m not a cunning old b*stard!”

“…”

In the match, Liu Zilang peeked through the hole he had just made in the toilet wall.

He had suffered several sneak attacks along his way into the circle, and he may have escaped every time. However, he had jotted the names of those people in a little list.

A short while later.

Someone came into view. His back was bent, and he was going from bush to bush along the field ridge.

The corners of Liu Zilang’s lips curled into a smile. He inserted the muzzle of his M24 into the hole and aimed at that person who was still far away.

The opponent thought he had hidden himself well, oblivious that Liu Zilang had his sights on him.

As he dove into the next bush along his path, Liu Zilang pulled the trigger.

Pcht!

The M24 gave out a soft sound, and a sniper bullet silently glided across the sky.

The person in the bush was about to take a step when his head exploded into a cloud of blood, and his level two helmet shattered violently.

He stumbled on his feet and fell to the ground, turning into a crate to fertilize the bush.

It has to be said that a crate that fell into a bush like that would most likely go unnoticed by anyone other than Liu Zilang until the end of the match.

The caster’s camera was pointed at Liu Zilang at that moment. Everyone was a little shocked when they saw him scoring kills through a hole in the toilet!

A skilled sniper could take someone’s life from a thousand miles away without the victim knowing to whom or how they had died!

Business was good for Liu Zilang as the third circle shrank.

He scored at least four more kills from players who fell into his view. They all had been trying to escape the blue circle.

Meanwhile, as Liu Zilang indulged in sniping targets with his noise-suppressed M24, a hard-top jeep was charging toward his direction from a hill at his flank like an unleashed mad dog.

Liu Zilang did not pay much attention to it at first. He thought that the jeep was just passing by, or the driver was planning to occupy his spot.

If it were the latter, he was prepared to give him a surprise.

As the jeep came closer and closer, Liu Zilang’s heart thumped!

‘No!

‘That f*cker wants to ram into me!’

The jeep was already in close range when he thought of it!

‘There’s not enough time!’ Liu Zilang’s heart grew cold…

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