Chapter 702 - Acrobatics Team!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The grenade traced an arc across the air!

Boom!

A ball of fire expanded and a violent shockwave shattered the wooden door of the bedroom.

His ears were still ringing when he heard footsteps coming toward him from the bedroom!

On the big screen of the tournament, GodV was seen wielding an AKM. He rode on the shockwave of the grenade and dashed out of the bedroom door!

The muzzle of his gun stuck out of the house!

Before he could clearly see where his opponent was, he shot from the hip while standing half crouched. He did so while swinging his gun left to right!

Tut tut tut!

Bullets whistled as they tore across the air.

While Liu Zilang’s hands were still empty after throwing a grenade, GodV took the opportunity to shoot at him before he could draw his gun.

However, Liu Zilang reacted immediately the moment he heard GodV’s footsteps and retreated behind the corner of the house.

GodV’s sweep caused a commotion. However, it did not deal any practical damage to Liu Zilang.

GodV noticed movement around the corner on his left. He retreated into the house to reload and then stepped forward once more to deliver another volley of bullets.

Liu Zilang did not face him head-on. Instead, he continued to go around the house and turned another corner.

“Hmmm is Vic going around a pillar, like Emperor Qin?”

“Heheh, it looks like GodV is persistent on cleaning up the ranks in his team.”

The live Western audience members were thrilled to see such a scene take place. It seemed like no matter the nationality, viewers were always happy to see the players of a team turn amongst themselves.

The Chinese live stream viewers were especially satisfied when they saw Liu Zilang being chased around the house.

Liu Zilang entered the door as he approached the back of the house. Before GodV could catch up with him, he swiftly picked up two frag grenades.

Indeed!

Liu Zilang had considered his opponent at hand to be Aluka’s true murderer. He wanted to kill him the same way Aluka had died so that Aluka could rest in peace.

Unfortunately, he did not know that his opponent was GodV.

Otherwise, even if Aluka found peace after the match, there was no way Liu Zilang could rest peacefully after the tournament…

Of course, Liu Zilang was clueless about all this. He swapped to a frag grenade in his hands and then flung it out of a crack in the window.

GodV had heard the pin being pulled and guarded himself against the grenade. Hence, the grenade did not cause too big of an effect.

Next, Liu Zilang entered the house through the back door.

Ching!

Liu Zilang pulled the pin of the second grenade.

GodV who was at the doorway heard the familiar sound. His face darkened!

‘Again?

‘Well well!

‘Since you like grenades so much…’

GodV silently unarmed his gun and pulled out the pan from his butt.

Around the corner, at the entrance of the bedroom.

Liu Zilang cooked the grenade in his hand for a short while before tossing it toward the back door.

As the grenade was flying toward the doorway, a black shadow swung at it!

Clank!

The metallic sound of a pan hitting a grenade rang out as the grenade was sent flying in the opposite direction!

‘Hahaha, I’d like to see you throw grenades again!’

GodV was bursting with joy as he hit the grenade. Then, he pulled out his gun once more and rushed into the house.

One second later, in the house, GodV’s eyes were seen to have bulged in fear.

A man holding a pan appeared diagonally opposite him while the grenade was still in the air.

Under GodV’s fearful eyes, a pan struck the grenade again!

Duang!

The metallic ring of a pan hitting a grenade!

The grenade once again changed directions and flew toward GodV.

‘F*ck!

‘How’s that possible?’

GodV felt as though he had been trampled by ten thousand alpacas!

‘I’ll have to fight for it!’

Walking on the edge between life and death, he quickly retreated as he swapped the gun in his hand for a pan!

The moment the pan appeared in his hand, he jumped and swatted at the grenade.

The spectators from all around the world were focused on his hand. Their hearts were held in suspense!

Thwack!

The pan traced a black arc in the air to meet the grenade.

Boom!

What was heard next was not the crisp clang of a pan striking a grenade but an eardrum-shattering boom!

A ball of fire expanded dramatically in the middle of the house!

GodV’s body flew toward the back door in a scene that was all too familiar. It landed with a thud next to Aluka’s body…

He stretched out his legs and kicked the bucket!

“4AM-Vic killed 4AM-GodV with frag grenade!”

8 kills!

The ‘table-tennis rally’ between the two players stunned all the members of the live audience as well as the two Western commentators.

“My god! I can’t believe that such a thing actually happened!”

“Can someone tell me if 4AM were table-tennis players before this?”

“What an amazing team from the East!”

“The final victory goes to Vic Liu. Frankly, I feel a little sorry for GodV.”

“…”

The bullet screen of the Chinese live-stream channel was covered with countless messages of “LOLOLOL”.

“This is PUBG, right? Or am I watching DDTank?”1

“Pardon me! I must have been playing the wrong PUBG all this while.”

“I’ve seen people deflect grenades with a pan, but I haven’t seen two people f*cking play table-tennis with them! I submit!”

“Table-tennis? Have you seen exploding table-tennis balls before?”

“GodV: Please, just stop talking. I’m so tired, just leave me alone.”

“Bahaha, Wei-chan is going to be a shut-in after this…”

“…”

In the match, Liu Zilang was pleased with himself after sending the grenade back to his opponent.

‘You’re not worthy!’

However, he was dumbfounded after he saw that person’s ID!

‘Why’s it my teammate again?’

He shuddered uncontrollably as the image of GodV and Aluka, who weighed several hundred pounds, crushing him on the sofa appeared in his mind…

‘Looks like I can’t go back to the resting room after this match…’

…

After the skirmish, Liu Zilang found a safe spot at the edge of the safe zone.

All the way until the end of the second circle, and when the third circle had refreshed, nobody dared to go close to that house. Perhaps it was because the two crates that rested near the back door was a frightful warning sign.

Liu Zilang’s eyelid twitched as he saw the next circle.

The circle had refreshed to Georgopol and the V-shaped trenches. Once again, it was a tangential circle from where he was.

‘Am I that unlucky?’ Liu Zilang asked himself. He quickly ventured a solution.

‘Maybe it’s because my silly disciple Misaka Mikoto drained all my luck yesterday, and that’s why I’m so unlucky today…’

His eyes shined when he thought of it.

‘Right! That has to be it!’