With the electric field about to shrink, Xiao Ding Dang struck first. He got up, aimed at Jiang Siming's position, and kept firing, trying to pin him down so he couldn't stand.
Jiang Siming, however, remained completely still.
The poison zone had already begun spreading, and Jiang Siming was already inside it, but he still didn't move.
The electric field's damage was agonizing, and his health quickly began dropping.
Yet Jiang Siming still didn't move. Xiao Ding Dang's position was also inside the poison zone.
After not seeing Jiang Siming for a long time, Xiao Ding Dang assumed he had crawled somewhere else and made it into the circle.
He couldn't worry about all that now. The seventh electric field was incredibly painful, and he didn't want to keep tanking the poison.
What if Jiang Siming had already made it into the circle? Wouldn't that make him an idiot for dying in the poison zone while fighting nothing but air?
Xiao Ding Dang had no choice but to put away his gun and hurry into the circle.
But just as he turned around, Jiang Siming leisurely stood up from behind the metal fence.
He raised his M416. The red-dot sight's hooked reticle tracked Xiao Ding Dang's body as he opened fire!
The instant the bullets hit him, Xiao Ding Dang desperately turned around to fire back, but Jiang Siming had seized the initiative. No matter how he tried to react, he couldn't save himself, and he died miserably on the spot.
Inside the poison zone, Jiang Siming secured the victory in the first professional match of 2020.
Good luck, have fun—winner winner, chicken dinner!
23 kills!
In the end, Xiao Ding Dang didn't drop a fragment for Jiang Siming. Instead, the chicken dinner dropped one—a purple fragment, at that.
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