Only one last step is left...... Maybe.

But Xiang Nanxing doesn't want to think about this "maybe" question now. For him, this is the best time to show the ability to press the bottom of the box and go all out to fight for that glimmer of hope.

The other party's obstruction along the way, as well as the way he tried his best to guide Nangong Huangqi over at this time, all indirectly proved that his guess was mostly feasible. Now that he was not far from that room, thirty seconds would be enough to get him there, even if he was forced to take a long detour by locking the door. The next thing to do is to make sure that the end of that "dead end" is really a door, and that is another whole new world.

But only if he has to stay here and not be taken to another room in the middle of nowhere.

Since the beginning of the game, it is the first time that he has encountered a moment when the logic of victory and defeat is so clear.

"In other words, it's about winning the battle." He slowly adjusted the grip of the pistol, and the slight tremor in his voice implied excitement rather than fear.

He was on the defensive side in this round. According to previous experience, the defender will be relatively advantageous because the distance to the opponent can be judged by whether the VR device is turned on or not. Because as long as he is in the right position, he can catch the moment of engagement before the opponent opens the door, and the position of the target will always appear at the door. On the other hand, the attacking side will not know if there is anyone inside until the door is opened, and many times it will have to see the scene inside the door before determining the target location, and the time for both sides to move is at least half a second. In addition, he can guess the direction in which the other party is coming, which is equivalent to locking the door to be aimed at in advance, and the time advantage he has won will only be greater.

This half second is only an insignificant difference for beginners, but it is decisive for a master like Nangong Huangqi. So every time it was his turn to defend, Xiang Nanxing, who rushed into it, was always killed in seconds without any suspense. On the other hand, when he was the defender, although he could bring a little trouble to Nangong Huangqi, it was difficult to make full use of this advantage at his level, so the ending was still a loss.

But in the battle just now, he won a game with an unfamiliar shooting method "Ricochet", and he was in the unfavorable situation of taking the initiative to open the door. This is a secret technique that Xiang Nanxing has been hiding before, and once it is used, the effect is really good. At first glance, with it combined with the favorable conditions of the defender, he does have a chance to fight the opponent at this time.

But it's not.

"Ricochet", also known as "ricochet", is actually a way to use the refractive effect of walls to make bullets hit a target from unexpected angles. This kind of shooting method has high requirements in aim, Xiang Nanxing has not fully mastered it so far, and the two shots that can be used to grub the opponent's body can only be said to have overdrawn his character for a long time.

And more crucially, he fired that shot at the end of the day. The walls on both sides of the cul-de-sac were extremely narrow, not much wider than the door, so there was a way to refract the bullets into the cracks in the door. In a standard room like this, Xiang Nanxing couldn't use the walls on both sides to achieve this effect anyway. The only feasible way to use it is to use the rebound of the floor to snipe at the position where the opponent is standing after opening the door, but in that case, you must wait for the opponent to push the door open before you can hit, and at this time, Nangong Huangqi may have already shot all the bullets in the magazine.

In other words, the "Ricochet" trick is useless.

Nangong Huangqi on the other side of the door must also know this. Xiang Nanxing thought secretly. But even if he knows that it is not feasible, I am afraid that he will change the action of opening the door a little after suffering a loss, especially beware of attacks from above and below. As far as he knew, once these killers entered the state, they were so careful and cautious to the extreme, and at the same time extremely calm, Tarzan collapsed in front of him and remained unchanged.

But if he could see Xiang Nanxing's posture of holding a gun at this time through the door panel, he would probably still be shocked.

"Come on." Xiang Nanxing said silently, his lowered eyes opened suddenly, staring straight ahead!

There, the door was kicked open, and Nangong Huangqi's body appeared behind the door. His body leaned back slightly, as if he was watching out for bullets bouncing from below, but this dodge did not affect his shooting, because his right hand was holding the gun flat at the height of his waist, and his left hand was weakly pressed above the trigger, moving at a dizzying rhythm!

This is his killer weapon that he has won many times before - rapid-fire revolver!

The sound of gunshots as fine and dense as fried beans sounded in this space, Nangong Huangqi's face was slightly upward, and his eyes looked at a place slightly higher than Xiang Nanxing, with no expression on his face, as if what he was doing at this time was just a daily thing. He suddenly understood a little, for the killer, this is the most perfect state. Because killers are not berserkers, they don't need to rely on emotions such as anger, sadness, excitement and so on to make themselves more powerful. When they kill, it is enough to use the skills they have practiced countless times every day, without sorrow or joy.

That's exactly what he did at this time: with the help of his body memory, which he had practiced thousands of times, he automatically poured the bullet into the target directly in front of him as quickly as he could, without relying on his eyes to aim.

However, when his raised head gradually returned, and his eyes finally saw the target clearly, Nangong Huangqi's pupils unconsciously contracted! At the same moment, somewhere in his body for the first time, a tangible sign of pain was transmitted.

"That guy actually hit me this way!"

Nangong Huangqi only felt incredulous, but the pain in his abdomen was telling him that it was true. Compared to the many guns that Xiang Nanxing had been hit before, there was only one bullet that fell on Nangong Huangqi's body at this time, and it was also a special bullet that only had pain and lacked lethality.

But this is the first time since the beginning of the game, Xiang Nanxing hit the target in the frontal mutual shooting!

Before, every time Xiang Nanxing raised his gun to shoot, he would be disturbed by being hit, because the human nerve reflex did not pass through the brain and could not be controlled, once the torso was hit, the arm would subconsciously shrink to the middle, so that even if the gun was forcibly fired, the bullet would fly outward, without any threat. This is also why Nangong Huangqi never worries about the opponent's conventional shooting techniques, because when the action is not as fast as his, Xiang Nanxing, who shot late, will not be able to complete the aiming at all, let alone hit.

But at this time, Xiang Nanxing, who was in front of him, not only stood closer than usual, but also used a different posture. His right arm was pressed to his side, countering the natural reaction of being shot, and the gun in his hand was not raised, but stayed a little higher than his waist. This time he used his right hand, which he really excelled at, to hold the gun and aim, while his left hand was pressed on the trigger weakly, and this time he was also moving back and forth at a very fast speed.

The speed is a little slower, but this is indeed the trick that Nangong Huangqi has been using to "fan the fan"!

"This guy has been watching me." Nangong Huangqi's heart suddenly felt a chill. He suddenly understood that he didn't feel anything wrong before, that is, Xiang Nanxing, who was shot, had never lost his gaze. Even with that kind of pain, his eyes were still glued to Nangong Huangqi, staring at the gun in his hand.

In just one hour, he secretly learned the technique.

"Monsters." Nangong Huangqi suddenly grinned again.

The slight wavering that had just been swept away with this smile, but his mood had already made waves, and he could no longer return to the state he had just now. At this time, Nangong Huangqi's heart was filled with an inexplicable sense of excitement. He vaguely remembered the feeling, and it was still when he was very young, practicing the skills he had just learned with his beloved big brother.

It's excitement, anticipation, and a little bit of irrepressible, the strong urge to confront this person head-on!

With this in mind, he took out the bullet in his waist pocket for the first time and reloaded it after firing six rounds. The killer is not a berserker, and he should retreat when he can't kill the dead with a magazine - this is one of the famous lessons of the Nangong family, which he has always followed in the past, but now he has completely forgotten it.

"Come on!"

He loaded the bullet and began the second round of six shots. However, at this time, there were two more painful sensations in his body, and Xiang Nanxing's action of reloading after shooting the bullet was even faster than him.

He must have practiced it repeatedly—this thought suddenly flashed through Nangong Huangqi's heart.

But the thought only flashed through him, and as the trigger was pulled again, the impulse sprung up again from the depths of his heart. He couldn't help but roar loudly, and completely poured out the six bullets in the magazine!

Then, reload. Then, go ahead!

The sound was like a large string of firecrackers lit, and the pain bloomed everywhere in both of them like fireworks, but both men stood firmly, throwing all their spirits into the attack regardless of the consequences. Only ten seconds of attack time will pass if you are not careful. But this time seems to have stopped, as if even it has to stop and watch, and it is reluctant to finish easily.

It's just that all feasts always have an end to the song.

When the gunfire stopped, the fight to the death finally came to an end.

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