<h4>Chapter 769: More Vicious Than the Blue Circle!</h4>


    Boom!


    The explosion arrived just in time. The exterior of the building was lit by an expanding ball of fire!


    The next moment, three kill notifications appeared on the top right corner of the screen.


    ‘What kind of operation was that?’


    GodV, who was still bandaging himself behind the door, was shocked beyond belief. He had expected Liu Zng to kill off one of the opponents at most or most likely none of them.


    It was too easy for their opponents to dodge his grenade since he was throwing it in in sight, and their opponents were in open space.


    He had never expected Liu Zng to use the sound of an opponent pulling the safety pin of their own grenade to mask his own.


    Then, out of everyone’s expectations, he used the detonation of his grenade to cause his opponent to block the door. Thus, he caused his opponent’s grenade to rebound…


    ‘What the f*ck…


    ‘Everyone looks like an idiotpared to him!


    ‘Where did hee up with all those dirty tricks anyway?’


    His fans in the live stream channel were speechless.


    Earlier in the match, they had mocked the fanbase yers by saying they were not strong enough.


    However, the three fanbase yers had already taken all the necessary precautions inunching a sessful attack. One could even say that other fanbase yers could not have done better.


    However, still getting outyed by Liu Zng in such circumstances, there was only one exnation…


    It was not that the yers were weak, but their opponent was too strong!


    …


    After clearing the three-man team, Liu Zng and GodV headed out to quickly loot their crates.


    A first aid kit, painkillers, a military vest, and a level two helmet…


    The fanbase yers had not developed their resources afternding. Instead, they got called over to swarm Liu Zng.


    They did not have many items on them, but they were nevertheless better equipped than Liu Zng.


    Liu Zng had been living hand to mouth ever since the start of the match. Their crates were an absolute feast for him.


    Meanwhile, NB211 joined the fray.


    He had finished helping 17shou in clearing out the fanbase yers that were storming his building.


    Earlier, 17shou had been knocked out while trying to perform a ‘flying kick’.


    Fortunately, he managed to crawl into the building in time to be revived by NB211.


    The ‘rebel troops’ scattered around the residential area saw that the Four Heavenly Chicken Kings had finally gathered together, and they had be almost invincible. They all retreated to safety and observed the situation.


    By the time Liu Zng had finished looting the crates and restored his health, the match had entered its seven-minute mark.


    The first circle had begun to shrink.


    The fanbase match had started out with eighty-four yers. However, only less than forty yers were left.


    More than half of the yers had been eliminated by the first circle. What did it mean?


    Someone in the live stream audience happened to nce at the number of survivors on the battlefield. It was the start of another round of messages on the bullet screen!


    “F*ck! That’s too violent!”


    “It’s a little scary to think that so many people have died before the first circle…”


    “That b*stard Vic is too violent! I think his kill count must be around twenty by now, whether counting those who were directly or indirectly killed by him.”


    “Probably not that much, but you’re not too far off.”


    “So what’s this about turning Vic into a shut-in? Add oil, fes!”


    “I feel sorry for the fanbase yers. Looks like they’ve been made b*tches of the Four Heavenly Chicken Kings already…”


    “B*tches of the Chicken Kings LOLOLOL…”


    “If this pace continues… don’t tell me that the match will end before half-time?”


    “…”


    The predictions made by the viewers were not illogical.


    PUBG had nine blue circles from start to finish. Most chicken dinners happened in thest few circles because a typical yer would try to survive for as long as possible, whether it be escaping the blue circle or killing opponents.


    Under such circumstances, the blue circles added an inevitability to the game’s conclusion.


    In rare circumstances, several ‘macho men’ who were more deadly than the blue circle would appear in the game. Then, the other yers would challenge them as if they had injected stim packs into themselves.


    When such things happened, the game’s conclusion was elerated even faster.


    This fanbase match seemed to be of thetter type.


    After Liu Zng’s squad had cleared the first wave of opponents, the others did not follow up with their aggression.


    As the saying goes, “If the mountain won’te to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain.”


    The four yers rode on one vehicle each, courtesy of the fanbase yers from the first wave. They made rounds within the safe zone, ring their horns along the way.


    When they passed by certain areas, some fanbase yers noticed that there was only one of them in each vehicle. Hence, they would fire a shot before observing the situation closely.


    They would then find that they had made a mistake.


    A big mistake, at that.


    Liu Zng’s squad rode vehicles that had high speeds and were versatile. Some of those vehicles were sedans and motorcycles. They also notified each other whenever they discovered an opponent.


    However, it was not to request for support.


    They were more like a group of predators who were hunting for fresh meat.


    The viewers in the live stream channel were on the verge of giving up when they saw this.


    Liu Zng had also finally set up the time dy for his stream. No one could stream-snipe them anymore.


    Meanwhile, the four yers tore through the ce like a band of roaming bandits, taking down opposing squads one by one.


    ‘We’re short of a central figure…’ Everyone suddenly had fond memories of SharkChilli.


    …


    After the massacre in the first and second circles, less than twenty people were left standing on the battlefield at the start of the third circle.


    Most of the fanbase yers had gathered together and hid in Shelter near Prison’s Horseshoe Mountain.


    The area of the third circle was very small, about 1,500 meters in diameter. On the map, it was about one and a half grids.


    Liu Zng’s squad had turned into a ‘biker gang’. Everyone was on motorcycles.


    They scoured each resource point across the map for opponents, but they found no one.


    Finally, they set their eyes on Shelter.


    The bullet screen exploded with activity when the viewers saw this!


    “That can’t be! Everyone is in the Shelter?”


    “Why do we even need so many cowards?”


    “Heheh, what cowardice? Didn’t you tell him to hide earlier?”


    “The Chicken Kings are too vicious! F*ck, Vic has 29 kills already?”


    “…”


    In the match, the four yers rode on their motorcycles after determining their next destination. They sped toward Shelter.


    Shelter which was next to Prison was highly essible. In other words, it had four entrances.


    The four of them stood outside Shelter and decided to end the match earlier.


    Each person in the squad would enter through a separate entrance and leave the rest to fate.


    Whoever died was a newbie.


    Liu Zng felt a sense of unease as he approached his assigned entrance. It was an easily defensible spot that was hard to take down.


    The long and dark tunnel had no ce for him to duck for cover.


    As long as someone was aimed at with a gun from the other end, they would end up being perfect for target practice.


    However, they had already decided on taking over Shelter by force. There was no turning back for Liu Zng.


    He thought for a bit at the entrance. The next moment, a smoke grenade appeared in his hands.