To Lin Shen, this match was nothing more than an insignificant formality, so he was in a very relaxed state of mind.
Wu Xiaoming was equally relaxed. He had joined the Most Hard God-Human Competition for Pan Xiaoning and Wen Bu Jun. Since Pan Xiaoning had already been eliminated, Wen Bu Jun was his only remaining opponent.
He did not know who A Tian was, nor did he care. He only wanted to end this match as quickly as possible.
The roulette spun, but the result did not go Wu Xiaoming's way. He had not obtained the right to strike first.
"Looks like I'll have to waste a little more time." Wu Xiaoming could only patiently wait for his chance to attack. He was confident that a single strike would be enough to take down his opponent.
Everyone watching the match fixed their eyes on Lin Shen, waiting for his first strike once the ten-second countdown ended.
When they saw Lin Shen take out a sniper rifle, they were all slightly stunned.
"A Tian uses guns too?"
"Playing with guns before the Gun God? Now this is interesting."
"How amusing. Gun God Nameless really comes with his own BUFF. In the Most Hard God-Human Competition, his opponent actually uses a gun too."
When Wu Xiaoming saw that Lin Shen's weapon was a gun, he could not help mocking himself inwardly. In a different competition, my opponent still uses guns. Isn't this world a little too small?
"Since when did anyone from the Deng Family know how to use guns?" Shen Qingxue was rather puzzled. The Deng Family's Sun Chasing Great Art did not seem particularly compatible with firearm-type weapons.
In the stands, Yue Hongyan's expression was also somewhat complicated. She hoped Lin Shen would be shot dead by the Gun