Seeing a God (Tudou Released a New Book, I Want to Read It Too, Hehe)

Xiao Dingdang trembled, not because of anything else, but from the excitement left over after the fight.

Not long ago, Georgopol had seen an unprecedentedly fierce battle.

After several teams finished gathering supplies, all that awaited them was combat.

Teams kept clashing, knocking players down, pushing, and finishing them off.

Gunfire rang out ceaselessly over Georgopol, making it sound like a battlefield.

Once the gunfire had mostly died down, Xiao Dingdang and his three teammates grouped up and rushed the last team they had marked.

Things went well at first. The enemy was hiding inside a house, so they kept throwing grenades in to deal damage. But as their throwables ran low, the four decided to push the house together from four directions.

They sent flashbangs in with them.

The flashbangs went off, windows shattered, and doors flew open as all four charged inside at once.

Inside, the sound of smoke grenades being primed rang out. They burst, filling the entire house with smoke.

Once the flash effect wore off, a furious exchange of gunfire erupted inside.

His three teammates traded their lives for one enemy, while Xiao Dingdang quickly followed the enemy gunfire and knocked down two more.

Two plus one left one more.

As Xiao Dingdang's mind raced, the rat hiding in a corner by the doorway behind him opened fire on him without hesitation as the smoke dispersed.

The moment he heard the shots, Xiao Dingdang's breath caught. His body spun violently, his muzzle whipping around behind him like a swinging arm.

"Rat-tat-tat."

In just one second, Xiao Dingdang reacted, aimed, and fired.

All three actions were completed within a single second. The man was knocked down and turned into a loot box along with his three downed teammates.

At that moment, Xiao Dingdang's breathing changed abruptly.

It went from slow to fast. As his adrenaline surged to its peak, his breathing grew rapid in the aftermath of the fight.

"Whew~"

"Whew~"

Xiao Dingdang took two deep breaths. The smoke had cleared, leaving only four loot boxes in the house, and... three people crawling around his feet.

"God Zuo! You're incredible!"

"I thought you were done for too just now. That guy was actually hiding in the corner like a rat."

"As expected of you, God Ze. You're even a few notches stronger than my Kun Fist."

In team chat, Grandpa Niu and the other two shouted excitedly.

Compared with the three of them, the more than one hundred thousand people in the livestream were even more shocked, because they had all seen Xiao Dingdang's final move.

He had spun around, aimed, and fired in an instant. Was... was that really something a human could pull off?

[God Zuo, can you tell me how you did that? That's insane.]

[Yeah, my wife asked why I was on my knees. She thought I'd done something wrong.]

[What... just happened? He just spun around and sprayed him down?]

[I don't get it, but it looked awesome.]

[Lao Ma couldn't pull that off in a hundred years.]

[Oh no, I've seen a god. God Zuo really lives up to his name.]

Xiao Dingdang's breathing gradually steadied. As he revived his teammates, he read the comments in the livestream.

After seeing them, Xiao Dingdang cleared his throat twice and said, "Just now... I don't know what happened either."

"Maybe it was a reaction. It's like... ah, I can't describe it either."

"Someone shot at me, and I just turned toward them and fired without thinking."

He couldn't describe what had happened either. If it had been Su Ye, he would definitely have called it a reflex shot.

A reflex shot was a shot fired through an action directed by the shooter's nerves in response to an external stimulus.

Such shots were difficult to pull off because everyone reacted differently to external stimuli, and their reflex arcs were different.

Only people with extremely sensitive nerves could pull off a reflex shot like that.

Players at this point didn't yet have the concept of cheating, and many wouldn't think along those lines, so they attributed it to inhuman skill.

That was true, in fact. Xiao Dingdang's skills were inhuman to begin with, and he often pulled off incredible moves when playing other games too.

After reviving the three of them, Xiao Dingdang took a swig of soda.

The game was just too thrilling. He had felt his adrenaline surge to its limit just now, a feeling he had never experienced before.

Once he had experienced it, he felt as though he had become addicted and wanted to find more people to fight.

As Xiao Dingdang's emotions ran high, the poison zone began to shrink.

Xiao Dingdang froze for a moment when he saw the blue wall of light and noticed the change in his health.

Well, well. So this game has a mechanic that forces players to keep moving in one direction, leaving those who want to hide nowhere to go. Or maybe it controls the length of the match and the encounters between players.

After finding a car on the street, Xiao Dingdang took the other three toward the zone.

The player count in the upper-right corner had dropped to 64, so it was clear that more than thirty people had been eliminated.

Many of those players had been eliminated because they didn't understand how the game worked. Some had jumped out of a moving car to show off, while others hadn't known someone could shoot them, and so on.

They had died in all sorts of ways.

The circle on the map kept shrinking as time passed, but Xiao Dingdang's fighting didn't stop.

The four first arrived in Rozhok, where many teams like his had also come.

Gunfire rang out constantly. This time, Xiao Dingdang didn't choose to hide and fight the last team standing. Instead, he went on the offensive.

The feeling he had experienced in Georgopol had been so addictive. Gun in hand, he led Grandpa Niu and the other two into fierce firefights across Rozhok.

Wherever shots rang out, he went. The more he fought, the more excited he became, to the point that he didn't even notice his teammates had been knocked down a second time.

"God Zuo, how about you push on your own? The three of us are dragging you down a bit."

Grandpa Niu said awkwardly in team chat.

They had thought that since they were all playing the same game, no matter how bad their skills were, the gap couldn't be that huge.

But he had been wrong. Some people were simply born with an innate FPS physique, displaying unparalleled skill as soon as they picked up any shooting game.

People like that were generally revered as gods in gaming circles.

Xiao Dingdang saw nothing wrong with that. He said in team chat, "All right. Follow behind me, and when I kill someone, you can handle the looting."

Operating on his own meant he had fewer things to worry about. He wouldn't have to worry about a teammate being finished off after getting knocked and rush out impulsively to trade shots.

He decided to have the three of them, his teammates and fans, follow behind him so he could focus on making his plays.

Xiao Dingdang came to a house and crept silently beneath a window, holding a grenade in his hand.

Listening to the constant gunfire from the window above, he narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose despite himself.

Still shooting? Here, have a big grenade.

He pulled the pin, and the grenade's detonation timer appeared before him.

With a little over a second left, he quickly threw the grenade, sending it flying through the window above.

"Boom~!"