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Chapter 508 16. Hurdles and Archery

In the fifth event, the 100-meter hurdles, some players suggested that Musu should be eliminated first and then they would compete.

Mu Su smiled coldly and dismissed it.

The moment the starting pistol sounded, Mu Su took out his pistol and shouted whoever was shouting to hit whom, when suddenly a person came up behind him and threw him down, while another group of people hurriedly tied him up.

"We succeeded!" Someone shouted, and everyone smiled as if they were victorious, and they put their shoulders on each other and waved to the camera.

Witnessing this scene, Huang Jianxiang praised: "This is the most united scene we have seen since the start of the competition. The players cooperate seamlessly."

Bai Yansong nodded in agreement: "This is the spirit that the Olympic Games want to convey."

However, when everyone was celebrating in front of the camera, a figure walked up to the runway at the corner of the camera and looked at the pistol at his feet.

The game has restarted, or it has already started, and the timer has counted more than 200 seconds.

The contestants started spontaneously, they stood on the starting line again, waited for an order to rush out together, and competed fairly.

"Three...two...one..."

The first two words have not yet been exported——

Bang!
There was a gunshot and a fall.The contestant touched the blood hole in his lower neck in a daze, and fell down in a pool of blood.

Everyone was shocked and looked at Musu immediately.

"No no no!"

Sitting on the ground, his hand was tripped behind him, and Mu Su, who was stuffed with a cloth strip in his mouth, shook his head violently.

So the contestants looked at the gunshot, and a player was holding a pistol emitting green smoke, showing excitement.

The warrior defeated the dragon, but he also became a dragon.

Next, nearly thirty contestants started a battle around the pistol.

Although the player was holding a pistol, he was too close to respond to the swarming crowd.They fought to inherit Mu Su's mantle as a pistolman.

Madness is like gravity, sometimes all it takes is a nudge.

The starting line is a mess, and players who want to take the opportunity to sneak away will be attacked like a storm in the first place.

There are many players on the periphery of this section of the runway.They are all other players who ran there, and they came back to watch the excitement after the competition.Amidst the discussion, someone saw Musu struggling in the corner, and suddenly realized.

With him the hurdles turn into a scrimmage and it's no surprise.

His head was bleeding, he was screaming, he fell down and was seriously injured, and the gunfire was muffled.The survival rate of the players is rapidly declining.

A player was pushed out of the battle group, staggered back a few meters and then fell down.

He only felt that his lungs were burning and tingling, and he had no strength in his body.

A shadow suddenly fell, he raised his head and squinted his eyes, a figure stood in front of him, with his back against the sun, he couldn't see his face clearly.

But he could see the pistol in the figure's hand.

"Musu...?" He asked tentatively.

Mu Su smiled softly: "Anyone can be a hero, even if it's just a simple act of putting on a jacket for a helpless little boy, letting him know that life can go on."

Mu Su raised his gun, and just when the player thought he was going to be eliminated, Mu Su turned the gun and handed the pistol to the player with his palm in his palm.

"Go, let's prove who is the real hero in this sports meeting."

The player took the pistol in a daze, took a deep look at Musu, then got up vigorously and rushed into the battle group again.

There began to be constant gunshots coming from it.

Mu Su turned around and watched all this silently, feeling that being the mastermind behind the scenes was not bad.

The two guns have changed hands several times. A player named Future Warrior shot and killed a player at close range, but was also knocked down by the opponent and retreated a few meters. Jiang Jiang stood firm and suddenly looked sideways at the player sitting on the grass. Musu.

"Muhhh!" Musu, who had no cloth strips on his mouth, pretended to hum a few times at him.

There were only four players left on the field, and the future warrior hesitated. Although the bullets are limited, it is not a waste to use them on Musu.

However, just as he raised his gun to aim, a bullet whistled and hit him in the left chest.

The future soldier fell to the ground.

The player who killed him breathed a sigh of relief, but a strong wind came from behind him, and a player swung someone's thigh and hit him hard on the back of the head.

With a muffled grunt, the player passed out.

"I won!"

The player lost his thigh and stood in the middle of the corpses covered in blood, raising his hands high and roaring.

"You didn't win..."

A weak voice came, and the player and Mu Su looked at the same time, only to see the future soldier raised his head with the last stand, picked up the pistol, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!
The player fell to the ground at the sound, and then the future soldier couldn't hold on any longer, his head fell, and there was no sound.

A breeze blew, and the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood slowly dispersed.

The comments in the live broadcast room began to flood the screen again, some said bloody, some said it was fun, without exception, they were all aimed at this group of stupid players.

Huang Jianxiang breathed a sigh of relief and found it very enjoyable: "It's really a wonderful hurdling race. It's just that I didn't expect Musu to be the winner in the end."

Bai Yansong said with emotion: "This is a game, but also life."

"This is too cruel... How about a match..." Mu Su raised his hand and shouted in a low voice, "Referee, is there still a need for competition?"

After discussing in the referee's seat for a while, a big man said in a muffled voice: "Although you are the only player left now, the rules are the rules, and you will not pass the test until you reach the finish line."

"You mean... no matter what, reaching the finish line counts as victory?" Mu Su didn't need to pretend after everyone was dead, he got up and asked.

Countless players who were watching the live broadcast thumped their hearts at the same time.

Isn't this a new idea...

Musu acted recklessly and never worried about being eliminated, but they couldn't do it.There are only a few events for most players to advance to the rematch, and they can't afford to bet.

An opponent without a bottom line is the most terrifying.

Although many players gritted their teeth and chose to break the rules like Mu Su, and succeeded, they could only imitate.

Imitation is always imitation.

Musu scored 100 points in the test, and the imitators scored 90 points in the test. It does not mean that they are only 10 points away from Musu, but that the full score is only 100 points.

Half a minute later, Mu Su crossed the finish line.

"Congratulations to Musu, who completed the 7-meter hurdles in 51 minutes and 100 seconds!"

Mu Su finished the competition and advanced to the semi-finals of the 100-meter hurdles.

In the sixth archery event, the contestants protested that Musu had a murder weapon as soon as they came up.

Mu Su tried to defend himself: "Referee, this is an archery competition, what's wrong with not letting me hold a bow and arrow?"

The referee rejected the protest, but also prohibited Musu from attacking other players.

At the beginning of the competition, Mu Su shot a few arrows and felt that the aim was off, so he decided to shoot other people's targets to delay his progress.

But I always feel like I'm missing something...?
When the final score was announced, Mu Su finally understood what he had overlooked.

Archery is based on a total score system. Musu's own target only scored 3 points for 27 arrows, and the remaining 7 arrows were on other players' targets.

Musu missed the semi-finals.

After all the competitions in the morning, I went back to the transparent bridge of the hotel and asked him, "Why didn't I know you could also shoot arrows."

"You don't know a lot." Mu Su sneered. "In the early years, I followed Genghis Khan to bend the bow and shoot the big eagle. Could it be that I would tell you casually about this kind of thing?"

(End of this chapter)