"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Fierce Dragon Guild's president, 'DJ Jackson,' furiously kicked the deck in helpless rage.
He had never expected the magic cannon at the bow to be blown apart the moment its barrel emerged, leaving a huge hole in the ship's prow.
There were over three thousand meters between them, and the warships were still moving. What kind of Sharpshooter could possess such accuracy and prediction?
If virtual games did not make cheating impossible, he would have reported it already.
"Get after those sons of bitches, now! Damn it!" DJ Jackson roared furiously.
"Yes, President!"
The next moment.
The Epic Warship painted with red dragons along both sides of its hull burst forth at maximum speed, leaving the fleet behind in a short time as it charged ahead alone to blow up that Grandmaster Warship.
Yet no matter how arrogant DJ Jackson was, he still did not dare show his head. Every player on the deck kept their heads as low as possible, afraid of being headshot by that Gunner.
He was too strong.
It could be said that many Gunners in the guild had not even figured out how to use the new Mana Weapon model, the Annihilation Cannon, while the other side's Gunner had already achieved perfection with firearms. No one dared show their heads.
In a sniper duel between Gunners, showing your head meant certain death...
But when Meichuan Neiku saw the Epic Warship charging toward them at full speed, his legs went weak with fear. Forget everything else—once the distance closed, if the enemy did not intend to capture the warship, a single volley from their magic cannons would certainly turn his precious baby into a wreck at the bottom of the sea.
Judging from the enemy's aggressive momentum, however, they clearly had no interest