But back then, when Jiang Siming got the Pan, many of the enemies didn't even have guns. They were floating in the air, and since his marksmanship was accurate, taking them down wasn't difficult.
But things were different now. The enemies all had guns, armor, and helmets, and their gaming skills were also extremely high.
For Jiang Siming to kill them all was far too difficult—almost impossible, in fact.
If he had teammates with him,
His body had also begun taking sporadic bullets, and his health was steadily dropping.
There was nothing he could do about it. In this game, he couldn't escape the rules programmed into it.
If someone could fight twenty people without losing a single drop of health, that would be the stuff of myths.
By the time he had taken down the ninth enemy, Jiang Siming's health was already at rock bottom. Stray bullets flying in from all directions had even destroyed his helmet armor.
At that moment, Jiang Siming looked certain to die, yet he pulled off a move that left everyone speechless.
He suddenly put away his gun, turned around, leaped forward, and dove into the sea.
"Shibal! Block him in the water! The moment he surfaces, shoot him! Even if the Jade Emperor himself came today, that bastard still has to die!" the commander shouted furiously.
Just as they were about to reach the cliff, gunfire suddenly rang out from behind the mountain.
The Korean players' faces turned ashen. It's over. The China Team's reinforcements have arrived.
"Get the fallen up first. Revive our downed teammates. Retreat, retreat!"
After saying that, the commander himself hopped onto the front of Jiang Siming's motorcycle and sped away without looking back.
As for the other Korean players, there were barely any of them left.
The nine