In the finals, the wind and waves were calm.

Neither player has a strategic weapon, a grenade.

All they can rely on is the shotgun in their hand, or one of the humans pulling out a pan to fight each other.

In terms of shooting and brawl skills, Li Zhi's maximum value is not as high as that of a black goat cub, and the opponent's shooting reached seventy-five, while Li Zhi's brawl is at most a street gangster.

So, after Yog made an opinion about the gun, Li Zhi shook his head and chose the pan.

When the two sides were firing at each other, Li Zhi had to ask Yuge to help him aim at the opponent, so that he would get a reward die when attacking the opponent, and similarly, the reward dice that originally belonged to dodge were naturally canceled.

The brawl is less than 40 points, and the dodge yourself has 50 points, and it is clear who has the greater benefit.

And according to the urine nature of the Cthulhu battle, the shooting test of 35 also has to cooperate with the opponent to dodge and make mistakes, which is too difficult, so it is better to come directly to a pot of direct.

Holding the pot state of three dice against the opponent's one dice, Li Zhi felt that the probability of deviation was very small, not to mention that there was an African god on the opposite side to protect the opposite side.

Rushing in front of the opponent from here is at most a distance of two shots, and as long as you block these two bullets, the opponent will have to change the bullets, and once the bullets are changed, it will have to slow down.

Then the position between the hunter and the prey changed.

The later the time is pushed, the more changes will be, Li Zhi is not too late, he put a bandage and immediately jumped out from behind the tree, the blood volume has not yet recovered, there is still a trace of white blood state, and he can only rely on painkillers and first aid medicine to recover himself.

Then he pulled out the pan and rushed at the gunman hiding behind the tree.

"Black goat! Is there enough ammunition in reserve! ”

Even at this time, Li Zhi did not forget to play a stalk.

After he had taken a few steps forward, a halfway body reached out from behind the tree, and the shotgun it held sideways let out a deafening roar.

A piece of iron sand flew towards Li Zhi's face, like a swarm of locusts that had chosen to devour people.

This rain of bullets hides the breath of death.

Seeing the distance between Li Zhi and himself, the black goat, who had also walked out of the other half of his body, put down the gun he was holding in his hand.

The end has been announced, and the game is it to win.

At this distance, whether it is a blow to the head or a blow to the body, it is fatal.

And it's aiming right at the neck.

When he was playing a first-aid kit behind a tree, he was observing Li Zhi's movements all the time.

When the enemy rushed out behind the tree where he was hiding, it did not rush out to give the other party a shot, but while loading the bullet, he thought about how to kill with one shot.

It was waiting for this time, the moment it flashed the gun, it was like a divine help, and no one could dodge this shot!

In this confrontation, the god of dice came up with the number 2.

Its great success meant that Li Zhi needed to take a full 240 damage.

If there is no reduction.

Then Li Zhi's current health is only seventy-two points.

The next dice he rolls are:

9，87，50.

There is a limit to success, and the lucky pool does not allow for big successes or big failures.

In other words, Li Zhi will eventually have to take (4d6-4*4)*10 damage value.

That's 80 points.

And Li Zhi's blood volume is obviously less than 80, and now looking at it, his blood volume is only about 74, almost to white blood.

The frying pan blocked most of the bullets, the bullets aimed at his head, but there was still a small number of bullets, all of which hit Li Zhi's chest and abdomen.

Everything was pretty much as the black goat thought, but ......

Level 2A contributed 12 damage reductions to Li Zhi.

So, the completely red blood volume flashed and warned the berserker that his blood volume was less than five points, please recharge it immediately.

Not dead yet!

The black goat cub, who was immersed in the fantasy of victory, was stunned by this suspected blood-locked charge, which missed the best time to replenish the gun.

It only had time to rush and shoot at Li Zhi before it could take aim.

"If you don't die, you're a big cripple! If this shot goes down, it will definitely be able to ......" The black goat elder in the team channel took a sip of milk.

Its points: 35

Li Zhi only had the last four blood left, and it can be said that he would die if he touched it.

However, he diced 56, 28 and 2.

Another big success.

The last big success directly knocked the opponent's scattered bullets back, but this time, the pan wanted to humiliate the enemy in another way.

The last time the opponent shot was defended by it, and the iron sand adsorbed to the bottom of the pot made an irregular circular motion.

As the black goat cubs were ready to attack again, the remaining iron sand was shot out at the enemy in four streams.

They became long whips in the air, like four tentacles, one of which flew away from the opponent's shotgun, another from the gun it pinned to its waist, and two like blades of an electromagnetic saw, slicing off each other's hands with flying flesh.

Therefore, the last action of the black goat cub before losing its arm, pressing the buckle did not save it, and the scattered bullets all hit the ground, and a dense pit appeared.

And the tentacles that snatched the weapons from its hands twisted the two weapons into twisted tubes in front of him.

"You're cheating!" This is clearly not what should be the case in a competitive game, making the black goat cry out in despair.

In the team channel, Shabu is also frantically questioning the referee.

However, all I got was a reasonable answer.

After all, there aren't many people who trigger artifact protection.

And there are even fewer that can reach this level.

How many years have I been playing, and this is the only one that can defend against bullets, and those mythical creatures with no brains have finally suffered a loss without brains.

The organizer supervisor sat on a high seat and admired the moment when the pot was in full swing.

And the wonderful performance of the human turned serf singing.

Finally, the overseer sent a separate announcement to the black goat:

"Everything is working fine."

The blue font apparently brought the black goat out of its temporary madness, and it stopped its hysterical ranting, ignoring even the physical pain, and instead stared at Li Zhi with bloody eyes.

Its throat was filled with grunts, like a dog barking and growling.

But having had its hands cut off and taken away from all its weapons, it was now like having all its teeth pulled out.

At the same time, the two tentacles that had finished handling the weapon grabbed its feet and hung it upside down.

Not only that, even Li Zhi didn't expect the pan to have this kind of function.

What to say? It's worthy of the world of Cthulhu, even the pot has tentacles.

However, for the sudden blessing, Li Zhi never asked why.

"Don't stare at me like that, it's just a game!" Li Zhi raised the pan in his hand, "Friendship first, competition second." ”

"Wait!" Yuge also came over at this time, and pressed his hands to the back of Li Zhi's hand, "Return it with my share!" ”

A strange, cold feeling came from the back of his hand, and a short incantation appeared in Li Zhi's mind.

"Willing to help!" Li Zhi, who had obtained a spell in vain, was very happy to accept Yoge's request.

Fist of Yogsothoth.

This spell was strengthened by the mana in Li Zhi's hands that originated from the lifting of the ban on Yuge, and when it fell into a pot, it was almost a hundred thousand tons of meteorites falling on top of a person's head.

Just touched the other person's side face, and a line of text was swiped in the lower left corner.

Human Li Zhi killed ...... with a pan headshot

Before he could finish reading this line, he was directly transported to the initial island.

A line of words stays in the center of the screen for ten seconds:

"Good luck! Chicken at night! ”

It's still in the afternoon.