The rest of the contestants were startled and subconsciously slowed down. Mu Su took advantage of this time to rush to the third position, turned the gun head to aim at the new first, and pulled the trigger again!

Boom!

The fire snake erupted, and the player fell to the ground in response, and Mu Su naturally became second.

This time, the players were already blinded, and they looked at Mu Su's back rushing forward in a daze.

The player who inexplicably climbed from the third to the first shivered for no reason, and subconsciously glanced back during the run, only to see that Mu Su's muzzle had been turned around.

He felt a chill in his heart, the pace of running slowed down, and he was overtaken by Mu Su.

It seems that this player knows each other, and Mu Su did not attack him, and easily achieved the first position.

Still uneasy, he turned his head and shook the muzzle of his gun, slowing down wherever he was pointing. After all the competitors have distanced themselves by more than 10 meters, they put away their guns and concentrate on running.

Even if the players are unwilling, they can only endure it. If you rush up directly and be knocked to death, there is nothing, and now follow slowly to the point at least to confuse the ranking, and if you are lucky, there will be a point reward.

Two seconds later, Matsu crossed the finish line and successfully advanced to the semifinals with the first place in the group!

Mu Su raised his arms and cheered along the runway to the crowdless audience.

"It's incredible! 10.21 seconds! The taste of lemongrass has set a new Olympic record for the 100-meter dash! ”

After a while, Huang Jianxiang's shouting came to his ears.

Mu Su couldn't help but look at the big screen on the front side of the venue. The shot above is a slender woman in a ponytail, with her name on her head proving her identity.

His fists clenched.

I come, I conquer. No matter how fast you are...... and fall under my gun.

"He's there!"

"Shoot him!"

"Let me come first!"

"Don't let this bastard go to the next project!"

Suddenly, there was a chaotic shout, and a group of players behind him ran in excitement.

Mu Su went to touch the gun again, and a player shouted when he saw this: "The game is over, we are not afraid of you!" Either you will kill us, or we will kill you!! ”

Mu Su, who was furious, turned around and ran.

"If you have the ability, don't run!" The contestant shouted.

"If you have the ability, don't chase!" Mu Su didn't look back.

After going around the track for most of the circle, Mu Su drilled into the standby point and disappeared.

Open the group chat, and everyone asks him how he is.

Mu Su replied very modestly: "It's okay, they didn't run me." ”

Jun Mo smiled: "Do you believe it?" ”

Wenxiang: "I don't believe it. ”

Transparent Bridge: "I don't believe it. ”

Karen: "Believe it. ”

Blazing God: "I don't believe it. ”

After chatting for a while, Mu Su walked out of the standby point and started the fourth competition......

Next, the contestants witnessed Musu's various methods.

Gradually, Mu Su also made some names among the contestants. They knew that there was a strange guy among the players, who was ruthless and would do everything.

Some players imitated and learned, and some succeeded, and some failed. Most of the losers wanted to solve the opponent before the game started, but the opponent was not solved, and they were known by the organizing committee to solve it first.

Some unspoken rules were gradually discovered by the players: it was absolutely forbidden for players to use each other before the game, and after the game started, it was completely the opposite of the real game. But considering that this is a hell city, and the audience is full of demons and monsters, everything makes sense.

At the end of the six games in the morning, players were able to rest for an hour. An hour later, the boxing match began.

No players are offline. Tournament of Death is entered in sleep mode, and if the time gap of one to seven is offline, it is easy for one to be more than an hour if one is not careful.

The first bout of the afternoon was boxing, with Masu-su and Karen on the field. The format of boxing is slightly different. A total of 5,000 players will play 10 random matches, beating one person plus 1 point, out of 10 points, and finally no more than 100 people will enter the semi-finals.

An hour later, Mu Su stepped out of the standby point.

Whoa-whoa-whoa

Overhead beams shone on the ring divided into dozens of pieces. Players with numbers in their hands stand in the audience, and the empty ones wait in the referee's box to collect their numbers.

Whoa-whoa-whoa

The crisp touch of metal echoed in a small area, and nearby players looked at it in amazement.

Whoa-whoa-whoa

The players in the queue heard the noise and turned their heads curiously, and a large shadow appeared on his frightened face. His lips twitched, and he retreated. The same goes for the rest of the players.

Whoa-whoa-whoa

The players split the sea like Moses, giving way to the judges' seat.

Whoa-whoa-whoa

The presence of the sound is like no one's land, straight to the referee's seat. The referees took a deep look at the guy and handed him a number plate with the number 3353 written on it.

Whoop -

The Being took the number plate, turned and walked away.

Whoa-whoa-whoa

In the eyes of everyone in amazement and awe, the voice gradually faded away. Only then did they dare to whisper.

"Who is this guy......

"That's an exaggeration, isn't it...... That's an exaggeration......"

"Am I in the wrong place? Is this a boxing event? ”

"Don't the referees stop such guys......

"Anyway...... This guy ...... It can't be the one named Musu...... Players......"

As these words fell, the referee was silent in front of him.

They are very suspicious of the player who pioneered the unscrupulous method of winning. After a while, a player whispered, "How many ...... is he getting?"

"I don't know."

"I didn't pay attention."

"I don't see it."

"I hope it's not me."

……

Ding——

A few minutes later, as soon as the referee's bench rang the bell, the black demon who was nearly three meters tall shouted like a bell: "Please follow the prompts on the screen to enter the ring." ”

Mr. Raven looked down at the number, and he was in ring number 23.

"I don't know if my opponent is strong...... Mr. Raven muttered worriedly, and came to ring 23.

The referee is a monster that resembles a shellless turtle, with a rickety body, dark green skin folds, and a wide referee uniform that doesn't fit well.

The opponent has not yet appeared, and Mr. Raven can't help but think about it, could it be that he is lucky that the opposite player did not come?

As soon as this thought came to me, I was awakened by an uproar.

Mr. Raven subconsciously turned his head and swept away, and his eyes were glued and he couldn't move away. The mouth cannot be restrained, and the more it opens, the wider it becomes.

This isn't coming here...... This isn't coming here...... This isn't coming here......

The being walked with unwavering heavy steps, and with a series of shocked and shocked eyes, he walked towards the only ring around where there were no players.

"Oh no......," Mr. Raven said in despair.

The footsteps stopped. The being stood right in front of the fence, breathing heavily against the cold metal.

God will not hear his prayers because this is hell. ()

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