A Greeting for You (Moon Tickets Requested)
"Whew—whew—"
The wind still blew across the battlefield.
Only, there were two sounds carried by it.
One was the clear, low sound of sand sweeping across the desert.
The other was the swift, powerful rush of a figure darting through the desert.
Wearing a dark blue combat suit that offered only the minimum protection, Anfeng carried no auxiliary weapons. He had only a single Plasma Grenade hanging from his waist and a super-light submachine gun in his hand. Leaning forward, he ran at an astonishing speed.
Despite running at such an incredible speed in a posture that should have been far too easy to lose balance in, Anfeng's body never swayed. His feet crossed constantly at a speed that left afterimages. His figure looked just like a ninja, striking fear into the heart.
Anfeng raised his head and looked toward the Abandoned City ahead.
Having confirmed the receiver only a minute ago, Anfeng was certain that his opponent was there.
"You aren't going to run, are you?"
Anfeng muttered under his breath.
The satellite that had flown over the island had already departed.
The receiver could no longer function either.
Therefore, Anfeng could not be certain whether Luo Zhen would simply abandon his position and relocate somewhere else.
If he had already left...
"Then I'd be terribly disappointed."
Muttering that, Anfeng accelerated again.
At this speed, he was practically a human bullet, so fast that it was astonishing.
But that was Anfeng—a player who insisted on raising AGI (Agility) to its absolute limit and had completely refined the combat style of an AGI-type player.
It could be said that Anfeng was the number-one AGI-type player, the representative of this playstyle. Within the same field, no one could surpass him.
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