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A dull voice came.

Su Changxing sniped down the gladiatorial slaves running on the street in the distance as easily as he killed an ordinary person. Everywhere he looked was within his attack range.

The lethality of "Condensation of Heart" combined with "Judgement by Fire" is extremely terrifying. Even if an eighth-level Extraordinary is hit by him, it will only take one shot.

"You guys stay vigilant. There are too many of these lunatics and we can't clean them all out. We can only push forward."

Su Changxing turned his head and said to Deng Yiming.

So far, he has sniped and killed seven or eight such gladiatorial slaves, most of whom were at the eighth level of strength. Usually, he killed them with one shot without knowing it.

Once they sense the danger, it will be difficult for Su Changxing to snipe them from a distance. After all, the city's terrain is complex and there are many covers.

Deng Yiming's eyes were bloodshot and he said:

"We haven't met anyone else so far. I'm afraid everyone around here has been killed. Those madmen are like locusts, eating up the city quickly."

Su Changxing nodded and said calmly: "This city is still so big, so it's not so easy for everyone to die."

This should be considered a consolation.

All the way to the center of the city, the gladiatorial slaves seemed to be aware of the danger and began to actively avoid them, which actually allowed them to pass unimpeded.

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Because killing someone will gain some points from others, Su Changxing's ranking on the score board has been rising steadily, reaching 238th.

Many people in the audience cast incredulous looks. This native was unimaginably powerful and easily killed more than a dozen other gladiators.

"The 'Sniper' is really good. He is probably at the seventh level, but that's it. I advise you not to pressure him. The favorites to win the championship are definitely better than him."

The manager surnamed Lan was talking eloquently in front of a group of people, looking very understanding.

They are all idle children of some powerful people, and they must not miss a feast like the death competition.

A young man wearing a short robe and gold earrings asked: "Does he have a chance to enter the top ten?"

Manager Lan straightened his back, raised his head and said:

"Definitely not, he can only be in the top 100, and he is a native. Other gladiators will definitely target him. Whether he can survive or not is still a question. He is not within the limits of some rules, and accordingly he is not subject to these rules. Protection...no matter what, he won't survive."

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Su Changxing stepped forward and looked at the gladiator slave he had sniped. In addition to the extraordinary crystals dug out, there was also an iron plate with the words "Flying Knife" on it, 1101.

"This should be his ranking among all gladiators."

Su Changxing was stunned for a moment and noticed that the words on the iron plate changed in vain, sniper (indigenous), 238.

"Why has it changed, native?"

He was silent for a moment, feeling that these words were related to him.

Did the people in the Black Mist World artificially include him in this death match?

Is it possible to be qualified if you are strong enough?

Su Changxing threw away the iron plate, feeling the unknown prying eyes, and became more certain that people in the black mist world were using some means to directly observe the situation in this area.

Just as he was about to leave, the iron sign that fell to the ground kept flashing a faint white light, like some kind of warning.

"This thing is shining!" Deng Yiming reminded.

Su Changxing frowned slightly and turned back to pick up the iron plate again. The words on it changed again. They were a few lines of fine small words, like someone's handwriting. They were crooked and even a little ugly.

"There is only one way in front of you now. If you get first in this death match, there will be better results for you and the world. Believe me, never think about escaping from this area."

This tone...Su Changxing thought of the man carrying the giant sword.

"It can't be him, right?"

Su Changxing put the iron card into his pocket and realized that it was specially sent by the other party, but he didn't know why the other party wanted him to get the first place in this competition.

This doesn't seem to make any practical sense.

He was hesitating whether to do things according to the other person's will. The problem was that the person's strength reached the point where he could not resist. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was a god.

When they were passing by a commercial street, more than a dozen people stepped out of the corpse and shouted:

"Sir, let us follow you. Staying here will definitely lead to death."

There were men and women among them. One of the women in white gauze was holding a baby with a pacifier in its mouth. His eyes were big and bright, and he was giggling.

Deng Yiming glanced at Su Changxing and said nothing. It would definitely not be a good thing to bring them along at this time, and it might not be safe for them.

Su Changxing looked at these people, was silent for a while, and said calmly: "We still have a mission, and we will take you with us when we come out."

After saying that, they fell into silence, and one person even yelled at Su Changxing: "What kind of soldiers are you, abandoning us at this time!"

Su Changxing glanced at him, waved to Deng Yiming without saying anything.

"What's wrong, Team Leader Su?" Deng Yiming approached and asked.

Su Changxing took a deep breath and said: "The situation has changed. We need to stay in the city to fight these madmen... find a few people to take them out of here and go to Donglin."

Deng Yiming smiled when he heard this and said:

"It is not what soldiers do to abandon the people and evacuate. It is neither an honor nor an honor to die on the battlefield... If we really leave, we will not be able to overcome the hurdle in our hearts."

Staying here is indeed a dead end. In this case, they at least have a way to survive. Several soldiers with guns should be able to deal with weaker monsters.

Now that they were preparing to fight against these madmen, their advance slowed down, and they mostly let the reconnaissance robots search for the gladiator slaves around them and hunt them.

If the other party hunts them, they might as well hunt them in turn.

Su Changxing thought clearly. Since this is a game rule similar to a death contest, it is impossible for the gladiatorial slaves to unite.

And this was his chance to defeat them one by one and kill these gladiatorial slaves one by one.

Then he should be number one as a matter of course.

He is still prepared to do things according to that person's will. In front of the absolutely strong, he must lower his head. This is also the humility that the weak need to maintain.

More importantly, the other party shows a kind of superior compassion.

Although Su Changxing didn't like this attitude, it was not a bad thing for them. At least they had another path to choose.