Gasoline Town was bustling with people, but hardly anyone still stopped to watch the electronic screens.
There was no other reason. Now that the Hunting War had reached this stage, it had shifted from mechanical hunters hunting beasts to both sides hunting each other.
Even in Gasoline Town, more than ten mechanical hunters had already died unexpectedly, every one of them killed in a sneak attack by radiation beasts.
Radiation beasts didn't play fair. They wouldn't obediently fight you head-on with real blades and guns. In fact, nighttime was when radiation beasts were most active.
The scavenger settlement had suffered even more deaths. The devastation was simply beyond description.
In fact, hardly anyone cared about the rankings anymore. The prerequisite for caring about "gossip" was that the mechanical hunters were certain to win, but judging from the current situation, no one dared guarantee that they could win this war.
Unease and panic were the best descriptions of the Oasis now.
As the sun set, three figures stood before the electronic screen: one fat, one thin, and one neither fat nor thin.
The person in the middle had a pale complexion and looked to be in poor condition.
"There are so many unfamiliar faces."
The rankings had changed drastically once again.
In first place was the Symbiotic Squad, a hunting team no one had ever heard of before, yet one that was unbelievably powerful.
Rumor had it that every one of them wielded energy weapons, and that the high-powered armor they wore could withstand even the claws and fangs of C-rank radiation beasts.
Second place was another unexpected name—the Crawlers.
The person on the right, a half-mechanical man with exposed wire conduits, was stunned for a long while before saying incredulously, "The Crawlers? Weren't they wiped out?"
The huge fat man