Xina came to a realization. This was a damned pay-to-win player!
Though she did not want to admit it, Infinite City did indeed have social classes. High-level players were wealthier than low-level players, and their children found it easier to obtain money and rare items.
The First Martial Arts Tournament allowed players to use items, so money counted as a form of strength.
Only, it generally mattered only at lower levels. Once one reached a certain level, equipment still provided bonuses, but the gap between everyone would not be ridiculously vast.
In fact, if the Werewolf got close, Haifeili might not last even one round. Both sides currently had very obvious advantages, but their shortcomings were equally apparent.
This was still an evenly matched battle.
When the Werewolf had faced Xina back then, the difference in their actual strength had been minuscule. The problem was that Xina's state of mind had been far inferior to the Werewolf's, which was why she had lost to him.
What she had lost was not strength, but willpower.
In this situation, if it were Xina, she would definitely choose to find cover first, locate Haifeili, and only then consider how to counterattack.
But the Werewolf was not like that. He actually remained still, listening carefully instead.
Suddenly, a bullet flew toward him.
The bullet was roughly as long and thick as an adult's finger, and astonishingly fast. Yet he reacted with incredible speed, shifting aside and directly evading its attack.
Several kilometers away, Haifeili immediately changed positions after firing, not even looking at the result of her shot. She knew perfectly well that in close combat, she was absolutely no match for the Werewolf.
Although the Fate Assassin possessed close-combat capabilities, she had studied the Werewolf's previous battles.
She carefully studied every player who