Translator: AnubisTL
"Human player?"
Chen Jiang nodded thoughtfully, remaining silent.
The man sitting on the green jelly, less than a hundred meters away, bellowed at the top of his lungs, "Hey, you guys up ahead! Are you human players?"
"Stop standing there like idiots and run! Hurry the hell up!"
"The alien race is catching up!"
"Let's split up! You go left, I'll go right. See you around, if fate allows!"
With that, the man on the green jelly led his massive swarm of jellies in a bouncing, hopping arc slightly to Chen Jiang's group's right, clearly intending to circle around and overtake them.
Just then—
Li Hao spoke up, "The ones chasing us are ape-man race players, about seven or eight of them. They're armed with..."
"Enough," Scar Dog interrupted expressionlessly. "I already see them."
As the massive swarm of green jellies brushed past, they caught sight of the ape-man race players pursuing the human player.
They were riding in two off-road vehicles, three or four to a car, speeding toward the human player perched on the green jelly.
This minor matter clearly didn't warrant bothering Brother Jiang.
Scar Dog pulled a shotgun from his chest, loaded it one-handed, and immediately raised it to aim at the ape-man race players still sitting in the off-road vehicles.
At that moment, the ape-man race players also noticed someone aiming a gun at them.
"A human player?"
The two off-road vehicles braked sharply, stopping in place, momentarily hesitating to advance.
But when they saw Scar Dog raise his shotgun and aim at them, the ape-man race players exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with mockery and contempt.
What were they seeing?
Someone trying to harm them with a shotgun from over a hundred meters away?
One ape-man race player even raised his AK and fired several shots into the air, expressing his taunts and mockery.
"Hmmph."
Scar Dog shrugged and casually snapped his fingers.
Immediately, a phantom gate materialized before him.
Then, he nonchalantly extended the shotgun through it.
In the distance, the ape-man race player sitting in the off-road vehicle, who had been firing his AK into the air to taunt them, stared in shock at the shotgun barrel that had suddenly appeared right in front of him, pointed directly at his forehead.
He froze in place, instinctively stunned.
It wasn't until the cold gun barrel pressed against his forehead that he snapped out of his daze, realizing this wasn't a hallucination. He immediately ducked, trying to evade the barrel.
But it was too late.
Bang.
Scar Dog made a sound like a gunshot. Instantly, the ape-man's head, a hundred meters away, exploded like an overripe watermelon bursting in a melon patch, shattering into bloody fragments.
Before the other ape-man players in the jeep could react,
Bang, bang, bang!
Three more shots rang out in quick succession.
Silence descended.
Scar Dog holstered his shotgun with a satisfied grin, tucking it into his chest. He turned to Li Hao, his face beaming with pride. "What do you think? My marksmanship still has some tricks, huh?"
"Eight shots, all hits."
"..."
Li Hao stared at him with a strange expression, then hesitantly asked, "Isn't that cheating?"
"What nonsense!" Scar Dog retorted, his face darkening with anger. "Ever heard of Gun-Fu? It's a new kind of shooting technique that requires one percent innate ability and ninety-nine percent sweat to master!"
Just then, the man who had ridden away on his green jelly after seeing the ape-man players die so inexplicably, returned at full speed on his green jelly.
Stopping less than fifty meters from Chen Jiang and his group, the man stared in disbelief at the ape-man player corpses in the SUV. "Dead?"
"Just like that?"
"They had AKs!"
The man looked at Chen Jiang's group in disbelief. How could they have so easily killed those ape-man players armed with AKs?
If it hadn't been for the "Human Player" tag that had popped up above one of their heads during the fight, he might have suspected they were mechanical race players. After all, without seeing their mechanical components, it was nearly impossible to distinguish between human and mechanical race players.
These guys are way stronger than me, he thought.
Without hesitation, the man slapped the green jelly beneath him, turned, and fled with his swarm of green jellies into the distance.
A human player far stronger than him was, frankly, even more dangerous.
Seeing the man turn and run, Scar Dog frowned slightly. "We saved his life, and he just runs off like that?"
Scar Dog smirked coldly, saying nothing as he stood motionless with his arms crossed, watching the swarm of jellies flee into the distance.
Just as they were about to vanish from sight, he snapped his fingers.
In an instant, a phantom gate materialized before him.
Meanwhile, the man riding atop the green jelly suddenly felt a flicker before his eyes and realized the three men had inexplicably appeared in front of him.
Wait...
This place seemed strangely familiar.
Had he been brought back here again?
A flicker of horror and disbelief flashed in the man's eyes as a torrent of thoughts raced through his mind.
When he first arrived in this world, a voice had told him it was the Ten Thousand Races Arena. After spending so long here, he had come to accept it as such.
But now...
He suddenly wondered if he had transmigrated to an immortal cultivation world.
Were these men immortals?
"Hey," Scar Dog said, his expression darkening as he glared at the man riding the green jelly. "We're both human players. We saved your life, and you can't even say thank you? Is that how you show gratitude?"
Fellow human players?
The man riding the green jelly keenly picked up on these keywords. He glanced around, a flicker of determination in his eyes, and immediately leaped off the jelly.
These people didn't seem like bloodthirsty types. If he showed proper remorse, he should be fine.
He knelt on the ground, fixed his gaze on Scar Dog's crotch, took a deep breath, and with unwavering resolve, crawled beneath Scar Dog's legs.
Even Han Xin endured the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs, he told himself. Who am I, Zhao Ritian, to think myself above such indignity?
A true emperor must be able to bend and stretch!
Only the weak feel shame in kneeling, for dignity is all they have left.
The strong never feel shame in kneeling!
Because—
The strong firmly believe they will rise again one day, repaying today's humiliation a hundredfold!
No true warrior feels shame from stumbling while walking!
As these thoughts solidified in his mind, Zhao Ritian's eyes burned with newfound resolve. His crawl beneath Scar Dog's legs carried a tragic grandeur.
(End of the Chapter)
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