Lu Mingfei had been utterly ordinary in every respect throughout his life, except for games and shooting. In those two areas, it was as if heaven had chased after him to spoon-feed him success—rare, dazzling strengths that let him stand tall.
This game of live-action CS happened to perfectly combine both elements. And they were fighting a positional battle now; as the defending side, he could wait at ease for the exhausted enemy, almost completely concealing his disadvantage in stamina.
Though Lu Mingfei and Amon had not communicated at all, his sharp judgment as a top-tier player always let him seize the right opportunities. Or, relying on an almost instinctive nose for battle, he created openings for Amon to charge or flank. It gave Lancelot the illusion that he was facing Caesar and Chu Zihang at the same time.
No, the pressure was even greater than that!
He was at least familiar with Caesar and Chu Zihang's styles, but the fighting methods of these two people carried an utterly unfamiliar, inscrutable strangeness...
They seemed completely unstructured, yet were remarkably in sync, their coordination almost flawless.
During the brief, fierce lull in the firefight just now, Lancelot had not clearly seen what the two looked like. But he had clearly noticed that they were not wearing the Student Union's dark red combat uniforms, but Kassel College's most common dark green school uniforms.
They weren't from the Student Union? Could some other small club be trying to fish in troubled waters? He dismissed the thought as soon as it arose.
Even if another club wanted to join the fight and stir things up, wouldn't they at least prepare proper combat gear? Charging straight into a battlefield full of gunfire in everyday school uniforms? What the hell kind of performance art was that?