Chapter 59: Marksmanship Descending from the Heavens
At this moment, twelve players remained in the game.
At the very center of the final circle stood a high vantage point, dominating the surrounding terrain. Someone had been holding this spot for some time now.
Yang Hao and Lin Zijin did not know this player, yet fate had already tied their threads together. Earlier, atop the bridge, they had clashed with him. But calling it a real confrontation would be a stretch—it was more an aborted exchange: he had tried to fire, failed, and Lin Zijin had beaten him to the shot, costing him a teammate in the end.
By now, many could probably guess his identity. The player entrenched at the heart of the final circle was none other than Wang Xiaohu, the star sharpshooter and streamer of Red Banner TV.
While Yang Hao and Lin Zijin were racking up kills with their sniper rifles, Wang Xiaohu had been equally busy, dispatching several enemies with his own 98K. To his surprise, the final safe zone refreshed right on top of him—a zone of destiny, a circle blessed by fortune.
Had this been any ordinary match, Wang Xiaohu would have burst out laughing. But tonight, unease gnawed at him. His gaze was locked on a stretch beyond the circle, nerves taut. The threat he sensed emanated from that direction—Lin Zijin, and several unfamiliar names.
Yet Wang Xiaohu could only guess at their positions, knowing only the general area. If he were certain, he would have acted long ago.
Suddenly, he caught sight of movement—a figure clambered up from the ground. Instantly, Wang Xiaohu sidestepped into cover, pre-aiming down his scope.
A shot rang out. Wang Xiaohu fired and ducked back to safety.
Bang!
The sniper bullet hit its mark in a flash. The player who had just stood up crumpled again.
A clean headshot.
Effortless and precise.
“Six-six-six, Tiger’s a beast!”
“One shot, one kill! Hahaha, this match is in the bag!”
“Easy win, destiny circle chicken dinner!”
“Nine-nine-nine, unbelievable!”
“Winner winner, chicken dinner tonight!”
As the most popular battle royale streamer on Red Banner TV, Wang Xiaohu had amassed a legion of fans. The chat exploded with cheers at his flawless kill. Generous viewers even showered him with planes and rockets—virtual gifts in a streamer’s world.
Wang Xiaohu noticed the enthusiastic comments, but he remained far less optimistic than his audience. Lin Zijin’s reputation was formidable. He’d crossed paths with her in previous games and never come out ahead.
Yet, egged on by the chat—and spurred by an offer to gift a hundred rockets if he won this round—Wang Xiaohu felt his competitive spirit ignite. It wasn’t just about the rockets; it was about pride. His technical prowess, after all, was what kept him at the top. Who would tune in to watch a mediocre player?
Wang Xiaohu trusted his skills, though he knew Lin Zijin was a difficult adversary. Still, she wasn’t invincible. While her team had the numbers, he held the advantage in position and terrain.
Gunfire sounded now and then, though much less frequently—at this stage, few dared to give away their locations. Firing recklessly without certainty was tantamount to suicide.
Bang!
A sudden shot echoed. Wang Xiaohu spotted a player trying to enter the circle and felled him with lightning speed.
The enemy was only knocked down—not killed. That meant teammates lurked nearby.
Wang Xiaohu stayed alert. Spotting movement from a player in a ghillie suit, he instantly swung his aim, scoped in, and fired.
Bang!
Another headshot.
Two more eliminations.
Time ticked by. The safe zone was about to refresh, but the area Wang Xiaohu had been monitoring went eerily quiet, unsettling him.
He glanced at the player count—six left.
Bang!
A silenced shot rang out. A message flashed across the screen:
“Qing Qing Zijin used AWM to headshot Xinghe and Xiao Mo!”
Only five remained.
Wang Xiaohu guessed the truth—likely only himself and Lin Zijin’s team were left.
One versus four.
His spirits dipped. For now, his only real asset was the advantage of position. In numbers, he was sorely outmatched.
The blue zone started to close.
Wang Xiaohu snapped to attention, focusing all his senses on the direction of the last gunshots.
At that moment, a roaring sound swelled from behind him, growing louder.
He blanched.
Had he miscalculated? Were there still other survivors? Perhaps it was one versus one versus three. Or even one versus one versus one versus two.
The commotion behind him brought a flood of thoughts. When he saw a motorcycle barreling towards him, he had no time for more.
Wang Xiaohu ducked behind a boulder and switched to his M416. The 98K was useless against a charging motorcycle.
From his high ground, Wang Xiaohu gripped the M416 tightly, then suddenly sprang out.
Ratatatat!
A volley of gunfire blazed, muzzle flashing.
He unleashed a spray, targeting the motorcycle speeding up the slope.
His pupils shrank—a cold realization dawning—as the bike, struck by two bullets, suddenly skidded, swung its back end, and shot straight onto a boulder.
A moment later, the motorcycle soared into the air.
Wang Xiaohu frantically adjusted his aim, firing wildly at the airborne vehicle.
Suddenly, a figure broke free from the motorcycle, suspended in midair.
To Wang Xiaohu’s utter astonishment, the airborne figure raised a rifle—a burst of muzzle flash lit up.
Ratatatatata!
Unprepared, Wang Xiaohu was riddled with bullets, his health vanishing in an instant.
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He stared blankly as his character turned into a loot box.
Never had he imagined being eliminated in such a manner.
At that very moment, his stream fell into stunned silence.
Then, the chat erupted in a frenzy.
“What the heck just happened?”
“Shooting from the sky?”
“You can even play like that? Is this a joke?”
“Who were those two?! That was insane!”
“Damn, Tiger just got schooled. That was godlike!”
The chat seethed with debate.
Meanwhile, the airborne shooter crashed to the ground as the driver landed and drifted deftly to his teammate’s side, hopping off to revive him.
Watching the two figures onscreen, Wang Xiaohu was left speechless.