In a small town in the southern region of Holy Grail Island, occasional figures darted through the streets.
Sotis, even when two teams ran into each other head-on, they wouldn't imdiately start fighting. Instead, a tense standoff would occur—you staring at ,
staring at you—before everyone backed away.
The chaos was at its worst right after people were first dropped onto the island. As ti passed, the teams that hadn't been eliminated yet beca exceptionally cautious.
Aside from a few teams whose overall strength far outstripped the others, most teams now adhered to the principle of "avoid fighting if at all possible."
Because no one knew what items or abilities the other side possessed. Just when you thought your team had a guaranteed win, the opponent might suddenly pull out so bizarre item and reverse the situation.
Therefore, many teams now simply went around other teams when they encountered them. Only when competing for discovered supply crates would they truly engage in a real fight.
Even then, they couldn't get too engrossed in the fight, otherwise a situation of "when the snipe and the clam grapple, the fisherman profits" could occur. It was far from uncommon for two teams to fight to the death over a supply crate, each suffering casualties, only for a fully-staffed third team to pop up and snatch the spoils.
However, among these teams, there were also so that went against this trend, carrying out extrely domineering "clearance" operations.
"Pfft!"
Inside a stone house, a sharp curved blade pierced through the chest of the last mber of a small team, declaring this team's complete elimination.
The man holding the curved blade snorted coldly. "Only 4 points? What a waste."
Defeating a team gave a fixed 1 point. The other 3 points were plundered from the defeated team's points, indicating the latter had only defeated three people so far.
"Captain, this area has been cleared. No other teams remain," a man reported as he entered the room.
The man holding the curved blade nodded, his tone betraying a hint of barely concealed anxiety. "Move to the next area!"
If Guan Tong were present now, he could recognize this guy just from that curved blade. He was the squad captain who had confronted him that day in the industrial park.
His na was "Gu Fei".
The Doomsday Rules Counterasures Research Office had invested resources to create five Doomsday teams. Gu Fei was the captain of Squad Three.
Ever since the failed mission to eliminate the "Shrieker
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