CH 19.2

Battle (2)

The gun’s energy experience had a large disparity with the max level. The nuances of every shot were becoming more obvious in the higher-ranked matches.

No chip skill, no gun energy. Every step he walked was arduous.

Finally when this ranked match was over, Xue Lan took off his headset and threw a piece of candy into his mouth that was placed beside the table.

“You have good control of the gun, but it wasn’t very firm when you were outside the cottage earlier.”

Xue Lan’s fingers stopped moving. Surprised, he looked up at the person standing behind him from who knew when. “Wind…Yan God.”

“The difference of data can affect your decisions, right now the energy is not the most important.” Wen Yan bent down and studied the data page of the game he just finished. “You must first have the proper chips. The two skills an assaulter need to have are flash and…stealth.”

Saying these, he trailed his eyes toward the two plugs on Xue Lan’s microchips.

One was purification, and one was healing.

Wen Yan raised his brows.

Xue Lan closed the computer interface. “I got it, thank you.”

He looked gentle but alienated, it was different from the fervent expression he had in the past. Wen Yan never liked his overbearing presence before, but recently he inexplicably became different so he stared at Xue Lan.

Xue Lan did not hear Wen Yan’s answer, but he heard the sound of a chair being pulled beside him.

He looked up in surprise. Wen Yan sat down a seat apart and started the computer.

Wen Yan logged into his account and asked, “Let’s play one game?”

Xue Lan of course understood. Wen Yan did not mean to “play a solo game”, but to test Xue Lan’s skill with his own assaulter identity. Even Deng Ruiqiu who was fighting his eyes from sleep immediately stood up.

So far, Wen Yan’s combat skill was the top to exist in the whole Apocalypse, and was a worthy god in the hearts of all assaulters.

Being able to receive Wen Yan’s guide was practically the dream of all assaulters, so when the news went out that Wen Yan would come back to the training camp as a special coach, almost all high-ranked assaulters of Dawn of the Apocalypse in China’s server signed up for this training camp.

It was not only to be selected as a professional player, but also because they could get Wen Yan’s advice in the training camp. Not to mention, they could also have a 1v1 battle with him.

While Xue Lan was in a dilemma whether to admit he wanted to sleep or agree to play a game with Wen Yan’s advice as if nothing happened, he saw a notice popping up at the lower-right corner of his client—

System notice: LGW-Wind requests to add you as a friend.

Xue Lan had to concede. Being able to solo with the best person in the game—this kind of circumstance truly was captivating. He was just learning to improve his skills…

Xue Lan stopped hesitating with this thought in mind. He clicked accept.

For the small map of the two, Wen Yan nonchalantly chose Apocalypse’s Research Institute and set the mode to three rounds with two wins as a deciding factor. Then, he also turned the unused display between them placing it sideways between the two’s screens.

After the game started, the two were thrown into different spawning points.

Cold sweat seeped from Xue Lan’s body. He did not have the complete picture of Wen Yan’s strength, but the book described it as the kind of skill that had the gods’ favor.

He was still readapting right now, and the difference between his account and a professional was obvious.

So, the calm him couldn’t help feeling nervous.

Facing Wen Yan, there was an extremely small chance to win with his direct firing tactic, but he still wanted to try with this kind of opportunity given to him.

The Apocalypse Research Institute map was very small, so it often was selected as the map for 1v1 solo.

Wen Yan inspected each place one by one on the map, but could not find any trace of Xue Lan. When he was planning to scout around, he saw a figure flashing past in a distant corner.

Wen Yan lifted his gun as he chased after.

As he approached, those scrappy footfalls brushed across the headset. He went to pursue it, but surprisingly he met a dead end.

A gun sounded behind him. He quickly moved sideways and hid in a shelter at one side. The few shots wiped out twenty percent of his health. Wen Yan raised his gun and from the shelter’s other end, he shot back following the sound of the gun earlier. This battle finally drew back the heavy curtains.

Just like his own personality, Wen Yan’s marksmanship was cold and extremely steady. Even if it was a solo practice, he did not take it easy. This direct fighting made Xue Lan’s blood race.

His health bar sharply fell, but he did not notice it. This solo match with the best player was completely different from all the games he’d played before.

And although Wen Yan treated each game seriously, in this current battle, his expression was more solemn as he observed the other party’s each movement and firing.

In this showdown between assaulters, everything could be decided in a blink of an eye.

Xue Lan only had very little health left. Again, Wen Yan aimed his gun at the shelter he was hiding in.

At this moment, he saw the figure behind the shelter in front of him flash past.

He took aim right away.

But this shot was a feint. After Xue Lan flew to the left of the shelter, he promptly withdrew to the right side. The same time Wen Yan fired, he heard the distinct sound of two shots piercing through the skin, followed by the instant drop of health bars that went so close to being eliminated—