doitstory Chapter 932: Any Friends with W37?
Chapter 932: Any Friends with W37?
Chapter 932: Chapter 932: Any Friends with W37?Lightning traveled through the ground and then passed through the mirror to the other end of the "seesaw", swiftly connecting with an iron sphere in the air before a bolt of electricity split the sky!
The massive column of electricity almost blinded everyone, making the entire "seesaw" look as fragile as cardboard, while the cars and people on this "cardboard" seemed as tiny as ants.
This move seemed rather indiscriminate against friend or foe, but at that moment, no one could care for others. Xu Huo moved outside the prop range and the "Crimson Sword" he wielded emitted Sword Qi which instantly sliced off half of the ground on this side. However, this didn’t completely block the lightning. Instead, Kuang Wenjun used a Spatial Artifact to not only move the car but also push the remaining "seesaw" dozens of meters forward!
Her Spatial Barrier could block the lightning. After creating this distance, the weaker currents zipping by were no longer a threat, and Shangguan Xi and the others could still manage to protect themselves, the live samples, and the car.
"Is everyone okay?" Xu Huo returned to the car after the electricity had passed.
"We owe this one to Wenjun!" Shangguan Xi expressed with a relieved face, "Otherwise, this would have been a wasted trip."
It wasn’t difficult for the players to protect themselves, but ordinary people wouldn’t normally prepare large insulating props, making it difficult to look after the live samples in a sudden crisis.
"Stop talking, people are approaching," Zhu Feiyun warned cautiously.
The thunder seemed mighty, but it only resulted in the death of two people. After the effect of the prop disappeared, the people fighting from the opposite side moved towards them.
Teacher Ai stared at them for a few seconds before suddenly speaking, "These people..."
Xu Huo pulled him out from the driver’s seat, signaling Pan Qiao to drive.
Pan Qiao was efficient, skillfully maneuvering the SUV which roared and sped off, turning diagonally forwards to avoid the battle behind.
However, with the unpredictability of player props, upon Xu Huo’s warning, "Stop the car!", the vehicle still crashed into a suddenly emerging Spatial Barrier—they were completely boxed in!
It wasn’t clear whose prop this was, but recklessly breaking the barrier could risk attracting hostility from both sides. With ample space available, they opted to stay out on the fringes without getting involved.
The players who had been following them showed no interest in them, and once the other fighting group confirmed that they wouldn’t interfere, they too lowered their guard slightly.
The situation now was two groups fighting while Xu Huo and his team watched.
"These people are really fierce, killing without hesitation, and not worried about others taking advantage," Zhu Feiyun remarked.
"This area is frequented by
The fighting parties momentarily distracted, one Bald Head broke away, advancing swiftly with several flashes!
Noting the dense black number "9" above the opponent’s head, Xu Huo hesitated, then stated, "We are players from Base W11 City."
The Bald Head paused, while a young woman from the other party looked back with the colors above their heads turning ominously.
"Base W11 City has entrusted us with delivering an item to Base W37 City."
As soon as he finished speaking, more individuals turned their attention toward Xu Huo. The Bald Head, being closer, moved to approach but was cut off by a bolt of Lightning—emerging next to the car was the Lightning-patterned man who bluntly asked, "What item?"
"An Alien," Xu Huo answered.
"Carrying a virus?" the Lightning-patterned man interjected again.
"Exactly," Xu Huo nodded, choosing not to elaborate that the Alien was a live sample.
The Lightning-patterned man scoffed and turned to his comrades. Within a second, the young woman appeared in front of the car, eying Xu Huo with a smile, "You must be foreign players. If you were native base station players, you definitely wouldn’t dare assist W11 in delivering to W37."
"W11 always deals in shady crap, and this time it’s surely no good," the young woman sneered, then to the Bald Head, who seemed to seize the chance to approach the car, she threatened, "Take one more step, and I’ll squash your head, believe it?"
The Bald Head seemed to view it as a great joke, "You W37 folks sure are arrogant. Come at me if you dare—"
Before he could finish, the young woman’s arms had already twisted around his head, and with a loud "bang", his head burst, spewing red and white matter everywhere. Dropping the body nonchalantly, she wiped her face and made a throat-slitting gesture to her comrades.
In what appeared a balanced fight minutes ago, one side suddenly dominated completely. The Lightning-patterned man used electric currents to form a semicircle barrier on the battlefield to prevent escape, while their ponytailed teammate, donning a crown, pressed down with one hand, causing three opposing players to uncontrollably kneel down—the next second, their heads flew off!
The remaining three focused simultaneously on a few others, cards whirling between movements. But these cards weren’t purely attack props; the real killing move came from mutant plants within the cards. In just seconds, several Man-Eating Flowers emerged, snapping a grown man into pieces before pulling him back into the cards, the scene gruesomely violent—others weren’t much different, with one muscular player preferring brute force, breaking all bones in another player’s body before crushing his skull.
In less than a minute, the fight was over, leaving the wasteland with several pools of blood and a few corpses.
Strong capabilities, brutal methods, well-trained coordination, and an unspoken understanding put Xu Huo’s team at a noticeable disadvantage—as a makeshift squad, they couldn’t even achieve basic cooperation.