A Soft Touch
By this point, everyone had a pretty good idea of who they were dealing with. It wasn't hard to imagine Challenge Island meddling behind the scenes with players who had boarded the island. On the contrary, it would've been strange if they hadn't. It was just another way to manufacture spectacle.
At the same time, a troubling suspicion had taken root in everyone's mind: perhaps Challenge Island had never intended to let any players leave. All the promises they'd made before were lies.
But they were already on the island, and their access to the game had been cut off. Their only option was to figure out how to survive!
Fortunately, the other group's guns weren't more advanced energy weapons. Like the weapon used by the player before, the bullets split automatically after being fired and had some tracking ability. They could pierce ordinary defensive barriers, but not every shield was vulnerable. At least, the white-haired man's device had blocked them.
He drew the long saber strapped to his back and said to his companions in a low voice, "Leave no survivors!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the defensive barrier disappeared. He charged out first, dodged several flying needles, and closed in on one of the armed players. The two fought at close range, their devices activating one after another with a series of clashing sounds.
At the same time, the players on the white-haired man's team charged in and engaged the armed group.
Ding Xiang, Old Duan, and the others didn't sit idle, either. They were a little slower than the white-haired man's team, so they worked together around the edges, taking every opening to disrupt the armed players. Yilan kept an eye on the whole battlefield, ready to help her teammates at a crucial