Eight hundred thousand Huaxia players were surrounded on an isolated island.
And just as they were all filled with despair, that "Artistic Gunner" once again began creating his impromptu masterpiece on this battlefield.
He strolled across a battlefield of Battle Aura and Magic.
He danced beneath the siege of blades, swords, and artillery.
The Mana Pistol was his close-range weapon. No matter how close the enemy was, it could unleash a counterattack that filled them with despair.
The Mana Hand Cannon was his trump card in desperate situations. No matter how fierce the enemy's assault, it could easily turn defeat into victory.
The Mana Annihilation Rifle was his intercontinental missile. Within its firing range, he was truth itself.
The Mana Gatling made countless players howl in anguish.
Because beneath the baptism of mana bullets, no matter how many people charged forward, they could not withstand that outrageous firepower.
Unfortunately.
There was only one Gunner like that.
The players who dared imitate him generally did not survive longer than three seconds. The key was that they did not possess William's flashy footwork.
After all, so what if they had a Mana Gatling?
Eternal Solitude also wore a Legendary Suit, but if he charged so arrogantly into the center of the battlefield, wouldn't he still be shot by an arrow, slashed by a sword, cut by a blade, or gunned down, dying without a whole corpse and dropping equipment everywhere?
Only someone like that mysterious man could be called a true "Artistic Gunner," the true number one player.
After a full two hours of slaughter.
The Huaxia players on the island had originally been heading toward Desolation, but the "Artistic Gunner" once again turned the tide alone.
His area-of-effect damage was not particularly strong, but he was incredibly good at drawing hatred.