The remaining players felt utterly miserable.
So Jiang Siming hadn't merely looked down on them—he hadn't considered them human at all!
Who played in a World Championship like this?
Dual-wielding AWM rifles was already outrageous. More importantly, this was the final circle, a building-area battle, and he still hadn't switched weapons?
At least switch to an assault rifle, or a shotgun. Anything would do.
That would have made them feel a little better.
But Jiang Siming had demonstrated through his actions exactly what mockery meant.
This was pure, unadulterated taunting!
The remaining four players felt utterly humiliated. They were all experts, after all—how could they possibly endure such disgrace?
For a moment, the four of them arrived at an astonishingly unanimous decision.
Team up and kill Jiang Siming!
Four against one!
It was no wonder they had reached the same conclusion. Jiang Siming's dual-wielded AWM rifles had infuriated them all.
It was like comparing swordsmanship with someone who used a real sword while you were stuck with a wooden stick.
What else could that be but humiliation?
Especially when they were all top-tier players with sky-high pride.
"You can kill me, but humiliate me? Absolutely not!"
Jiang Siming had no idea that he had provoked the fury of every remaining player.
If he had known, erm, he wouldn't have cared anyway.
Although he really was only using this difficult dual-wielding AWM style for the Universal Fragment, he clearly had no intention of correcting their misunderstanding.
Besides, there was no need to.
The player he had just killed had not only given him a new Universal Fragment but had also dropped another fragment for him.
See? Wasn't this great? He got both a Universal Fragment and a new fragment. As long as he got fragments, why should he care what they