The gray-robed men had been certain they could take down the two injured players. They were already within arm's reach, and one of them had even planned to circle around and deal with Xiao Zhang and Guan Zu Hong as well. But the moment Xu Huo stepped out from behind the tree, both men reflexively stopped and backed away, aiming their guns and artifacts at him!
What happened next showed them just how vast the gap between players could be. The two worked for Young Master Qiu, but they had come from the military and received comprehensive training after becoming players. Their mastery of abilities, flexible use of artifacts, and coordination between hand-to-hand combat and firearms were all exceptional. They shouldn't have been outmatched by E-class players, or even by other D-class players of the same rank...
Yet when Xu Huo passed them, they didn't even have time to react. Their artifacts and guns turned to ash, and the man who swept past them like a gust of wind had already appeared on the other side of the lakeside clubhouse. Neither the black-robed men nor the helicopters in the sky could keep up with him. In the blink of an eye, a sandstorm erupted out of nowhere and engulfed the clubhouse!
The helicopters, lurching wildly, lasted only a few seconds before being dragged into the lake. Waves surged toward the clubhouse, and then the sandstorm vanished. But before anyone could search for Xu Huo, they heard a series of "ding, ding, ding" sounds. The black-robed men with guns burst into flames one after another, like torches catching in a row!
The others weren't about to sit back and wait for death. They opened fire, but Xu Huo was like an uncatchable shadow. He swept around the edge of the clubhouse,