Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two stood facing each other across the mountain, each dancing.
Jiang Siming was doing incredibly cool street dance, while the other guy was doing a monkey dance that even dogs couldn't understand.
It wasn't that he didn't want to take the opportunity to raise his gun and kill Jiang Siming. He knew Jiang Siming would definitely be on guard, and there was also a wooden crate for cover nearby. Killing him was absolutely impossible.
So he might as well leave his life to the heavens and see who was luckier.
Amid the endless artillery fire, the two players even put on a dance-off.
All the viewers were left both amused and exasperated.
At the same time, they felt Jiang Siming's move was a little too impulsive and that he was giving his opponent too much of an advantage.
He could clearly crush his opponent technically, so why had he suddenly decided to gamble on luck?
It was just like Russian roulette. He clearly had overwhelming strength and had forced his opponent into a dead end, yet he insisted on gambling with his life.
There was only one bullet in the gun. Each person fired one shot, and whether you got hit was up to fate.
Wasn't this bombardment zone doing the same thing?
It really wasn't worth it.
The viewers had no idea that Jiang Siming had never intended to gamble on luck against someone like this. His fate was firmly in his own hands.
Sure enough, as Jiang Siming and his opponent kept dancing—
A thunderous explosion suddenly came from across the way, and the man vanished from the face of the earth.
He had probably been blown to pieces so thoroughly that not even minced meat could be found.
``` "Player Lord of Vanu