Jiang Siming hadn't left; he had only changed his angle and position.
They had lost track of Jiang Siming right from the start, which had given him ample time to fire.
Jiang Siming's rifle opened fire. Beneath G145's tiny barrel burned the hidden flames of vengeance!
Jeby, who hadn't had time to react, was like a sheet of paper torn apart by a shredder. His fragile body was knocked down on the spot.
Ibiza adjusted his aim as quickly as possible, bringing his scope onto Jiang Siming.
Jiang Siming couldn't even be bothered to dodge. After dealing with Jeby, he shifted his muzzle onto Ibiza as well.
Ibiza was delighted because he knew he had the first move.
In an FPS game, having the first move could almost determine the outcome, especially in a battle between experts.
Ibiza seized the opportunity and pulled the trigger!
The scene seemed exactly the same as the previous round.
However, the result was—
"Player 4AM_Ming used the G145 automatic rifle to kill player TL_Ibiza."
In that brief exchange, Ibiza's gun had only made a sound. Before he could fire a single bullet, his screen had already gone black and he had fallen to the ground.
After the exchange, Jiang Siming was still at full health!
The entire TL team fell silent as their inner demons and shadows surged back into their hearts.
Only then did they realize how terrifying Jiang Siming was. His past results definitely couldn't be negated by a single game.
They had become overconfident—thoroughly overconfident.
Ming was still Ming, exactly as he had always been.
"That's all you've got?" Jiang Siming shook his head and left that line behind in disappointment.
All the European and American viewers fell silent.
At the same time, they noticed something terrifying: in this game, TL