Chapter 302

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He Chuan now had at least 20 wounds of varying depths on his body. He was also slashed on his forehead. The wound was so painful that the flesh and skin turned out, making it look extremely scary.

Blood dripped from his forehead to his right eye, blocking most of his vision.

From He Chuan's perspective, the whole world seemed to be covered in a bloody fog. He could no longer see clearly every movement of the players, and could only see black shadows rushing up one after another.

Relying on his body's instinctive reaction and blurred vision, he killed three players again. By now, the bodies of the players who had fallen at his feet had been spread out, and there were thirty or forty of them!

Although some of these corpses were killed by him last night, after removing those corpses, he had already killed no less than twenty people in just a few minutes.

This is a very scary number.

Many people may think that some high-level killers and mercenaries can fight one against a hundred through some scenes in movies and TV series, but in fact, these are all artistically exaggerated. The real situation is that even the top special forces will not be able to defeat a hundred if they are Besieged by ten strong men, he may not be able to completely defeat the opponent!

Because in real life-and-death hunting, it is impossible to fight one by one like in the movie, which is about martial arts. Under normal circumstances, the enemies will swarm you, and no matter how strong you are, it will be difficult to resist at the same time.

With one against ten, even if they can win in the end, the special forces soldier will most likely use the tactic of fighting and retreating at the same time, constantly pulling the opponent, using endurance and physical strength to consume the enemy, and then defeat them one by one.

And once surrounded by groups, the odds of winning will become very, very small!

Even if he is as strong as Yao Qi, his method of hunting down players is to select a small team of players as much as possible, and he does not dare to touch teams that often number dozens of people.

And now that He Chuan can do this, he is already very good. The two blood fruits he swallowed provided him with strong vitality and strength, turning his weak body into as strong as a wild beast. Otherwise, he might have lost blood long ago. Too much leads to death.

But even the body strengthened by the blood fruit has reached its limit at this time. His speed becomes slower and slower, his strength becomes smaller and smaller, and every time he swings the machete, it will pull The wound on his body made the bleeding wound even bigger...

"Huh...huh..." He Chuan felt as if his lungs were about to explode, and every breath he exhaled was extremely hot.

He knew that this was because his physical exertion was too great and the oxygen supply in his lungs was insufficient.

Due to negative states such as blood loss, exhaustion, and hypoxia, He Chuan felt that his consciousness had become a little dizzy, and waves of severe dizziness continued to impact him.

Boom!

He Chuan's right leg was hit by a flying stone. He staggered and almost fell to the ground, but the next moment, he stepped forward with his left leg and forcibly stabilized his body.

In this case, once you fall, there is no chance to stand up again!

At this time, the offensive of the surrounding players was no longer as fierce as it was at the beginning. Many people could see that He Chuan had reached the end of his strength. At this time, no one wanted to rush forward to face He Chuan's final counterattack.

"He's dying..."

"I wonder who can get the last shot?"

The players formed an encirclement circle, keeping a distance of five or six meters away from He Chuan, neither approaching him nor far away from him, like a pack of wolves hunting a tiger, all wolves are waiting for the blood to drain from the tiger's body and die.

Everyone knows that whoever rushes forward now will face the tiger's final rage.

Click!

A piece the size of a fist flew over and hit He Chuan directly on the head.

He Chuan staggered and took a step back.

Immediately afterwards, more stones, arrows and other flying objects came towards Hechuan.

The player in the crowd who grabbed John's revolver finally managed to squeeze a path through the crowd, came to the front, raised the pistol and aimed it at He Chuan's chest, put his index finger on the trigger with a smirk, and slowly Pressed down.

Boom!

A burst of gunfire sounded, and He Chuan closed his eyes in despair.

But the next moment, he felt that something was wrong, the heart-piercing pain he imagined did not appear, and then, he heard a terrified cry from the crowd in front of him!

He opened his eyes suddenly and realized that the shot just now was not the sound of a revolver, but...

Similar to a large-caliber rifle!

"Behind! Someone is coming from behind! It's Lu Yan! He shot!" screams came from behind the crowd.

He Chuan's eyes widened.

The crowded crowd slowly dispersed into a passage. At the end of the passage, a tall figure was walking slowly. He was holding a large shotgun in his hand, and white smoke was still slowly emitting from the muzzle.

It was Lu Yan!

In front of him, there were two corpses that had been blown apart. The death conditions were too horrible to look at!

Lu Yan slowly raised his head, looked at the crowd ahead, took a deep breath and said, "I'm Lu Yan, and I'm going to take He Chuan away now! Anyone who dares to stop me, step forward!"

The crowd was in an uproar, and soon fell silent again.

Looking at the extremely powerful Lu Yan, everyone chose to remain silent.