Chapter 163.2: On a magic vine that grew wantonly upwards into the sky, there sat a holy priest. (2/2)

Close: “……”

Captain Mo, who’d been unafraid of the heavens and the earth just a moment ago, turned around and ran.

Damn it…

How could Close be in C Zone?

Why was he so unlucky that he ended up in the same zone as this killing god?!

Money’s initial talent was the gun thief, which was a talent spec that had a lot of movement skills. Once the gun was loaded, the hero could move along with the gun. If it was used properly, the player could constantly refresh their skills and move forward.

The China competition zone locked their gazes on this scene and began to watch the chase between the two.

“Captain Mo’s decision is pretty good. He really should start running when he meets Close.”

“Close has already obtained three kills and is ranked first on the rankings. He’s already put together one full piece of equipment, and he’s also unlocked all the skills for the death knight.”

“Gun thieves won’t win against the death knight. Especially when it comes to Close’s warrior talents, which specialize in killing all sorts of thieves.”

“But will Captain Mo be able to run away?”

“Close has a movement speed bonus. Captain Mo…”

“Oh, Captain Mo has nothing but money.”

Medicine bags could also be converted into gold coins. Money had no equipment and no skill points. He really had nothing but money.

Then there was Close, who had one piece of finished equipment and eight skills. He caught up with Mo Hui very easily.

The TPT fans bawled, “Captain Mo!!! Are you actually lucky or unlucky?!”

Was he unlucky? He’d started off at the coral mound and had killed money fish until his hands were tired. He’d gotten first place on the gold rankings and was the luckiest person on the whole map.

Was he lucky? These gold coins hadn’t even warmed up in his pocket, and he hadn’t used a single medicine bag before he’d run into the great demon king who was at full health.

The Gossip Emperor found the essence of the matter. “It’s time for Captain Mo to experience whether or not Close Has Great Skills.”

This ID was perfect for the occasion.

A commentator sighed. “If Close kills Mo Hui, he’ll obtain 3000 gold coins.”

When that happened, who would be able to stop this super great demon king who had money, equipment, and strength?!

The camera switched back to A Zone’s Moonlight Wetland.

Wei Xiao had also encountered a situation.

After killing Soo Chanhee, he’d caught a lucky player.

Professional players fighting against ordinary players was like holding a kitchen knife to cut up cucumbers. They were crunchy and squishy.

After killing the lucky player, Wei Xiao continued his march towards the Central Zone. He then saw two people standing in a deep-water swamp. They stood facing each other and weren’t fighting.

Players could type to communicate with each other in the big brawl mode.

However, the typing was limited by area and could only be seen by players within a small radius.

Wei Xiao couldn’t see what they were saying, but he could guess that they were communicating with each other.

In the big brawl mode, all players were enemies, and there were no teammates.

These were the settings for the game. But the ones playing the game were people, and people had their own ideas.

It wasn’t impossible for players to form an alliance with each other in the early stage, then turn against each other in the later stages.

Obviously, these two people had formed an alliance, planning to rush out of the A Zone and enter the Central Zone together.

Wei Xiao’s eyes curved slightly. He jumped out.

“Hello!” He was a courteous and well-mannered Wei Little Xiao.

The two men were startled and instantly went on alert.

Wei Xiao typed fast, and he attacked even faster. He’d already obtained six skill points, and not only did he have the shadow thief’s light arc, he’d also activated his immortal warlock.

At this time, he was using the immortal warlock talent, and the skill he used was also the immortal warlock’s skill, connecting clouds. A stream of white fog streamed out. If it touched an opponent, it would fly back and start up an attack.

Of the two ‘allied’ people, one was a power thief, and the other was a berserker warrior. Both of them were very skilled in individual combat.

As soon as they looked over, they saw that it was a little immortal warlock and were relieved for a moment.

“This time, you take the equipment. I want the skill points.”

“Okay!”

Discussing how to split the spoils before the fight? They were really overconfident.

Also in A Zone.

On a magic vine that grew wantonly upwards into the sky, there sat a holy priest.

He had a slender figure, and his attitude was cold and indifferent. The white priest uniform that represented light and holiness, hung down and covered his straight legs. Only a pale wrist could be seen holding the dark, evil vine.

The vines were a dark and gloomy demonic creature.

The priest was a spokesman for the pure and flawless god.

At this moment, the two existences were in perfect harmony, creating an atmosphere of breathtaking beauty for the scene.

The holy priest’s ID was shockingly––Y1.Yan.

Yan Jiang’s hands fell lightly on the keyboard and mouse. He didn’t make any actions.

He looked down at the three men fighting in the swamp, his expression calm.

Except for his old fans, there was probably no one else who knew what he was thinking––

What kind of stupid competition system was this, an early death meant an early excuse from death.

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