Global Game: I Have Chapter 449 - 35: Sun Lord

Chapter 449: Chapter 35: Sun Lord

When Su Changxing arrived nearby, over half of the soldiers were lost. Not just one gladiatorial slave joined the fight, and they were trapped in a passive situation, even a desperate one.

A soldier fired directly at his opponent, bullets lodged in the skin’s surface, even bounced off, then his body was sliced in half, collapsing to the ground.

At this mont.

Su Changxing climbed onto a distant tall building just in ti to witness this scene, instantly realizing this person was at least Tier Eight, and held a position strengthening their body.

Body strengthening roles are the most common and practical, at least sufficient to handle many situations.

He took out his sniper rifle; setting up, aiming, and shooting all in one breath. The bullet shot straight through the night, a dull gunshot spreading around.

Next, that gladiatorial slave’s head was penetrated by the bullet and exploded, forming a brilliant snowflake in the air.

The sudden change stunned everyone present.

A woman wearing a chain around her neck, lips bright red, instinctively fled backward, which is a natural reaction.

This kind of attack is enough to kill her.

More importantly, she didn’t feel the bullet’s trajectory.

"Soone broke the rules? Who is it?"

She felt it was other gladiatorial slaves who did it.

This shot obviously carried extraordinary power, but under the rules, mutual attacks are prohibited at this stage.

Such incidents have occurred before, even changing the results of the competition.

The rule-breakers were executed, but it was clearly futile; their lives were not their own, living is better, but dying is also normal.

anwhile, other gladiatorial slaves scattered and retreated, realizing the shooter was exceptionally powerful.

"They escaped?"

Su Changxing did not expect these gladiatorial slaves to retreat so decisively, imdiately shifting his scope to target another woman also wearing chains.

Decisively pulling the trigger, the bullet shot to a position just ahead of the woman.

The next mont, she suddenly stopped, the bullet grazed past her, hitting the ground.

Sniper rifles cannot enjoy the "Pistol Enthusiast" ability, so there’s no adjustnt effect, and from this distance, it’s easy to miss.

Su Changxing rhythmically pulled the trigger, firing the second and third shots consecutively, one to the left and one to the right, ensuring the target would be hit whether advancing or retreating; only standing still could avoid the shots.

But unexpectedly, the woman stopped again, two bullets flew past her, creating two large pits in the ground.

"Almost."

Cold sweat erged from the woman’s head, feeling death circled around her, and only due to her high perception could she barely judge the bullet’s landing point.

"Bang~"

The dull sound echoed.

The fourth shot, propelled and landing first, slamd into the woman’s back, the imnse impact sending her flying.

This ti, Su Changxing used eight tis "Concentrating," consuming a lot but with exaggerated power, shooting a Tier Eight Extraordinary on the run by force.

By now, only dozens of soldiers remained at the site, looking around.

"Is this our sniper? So powerful?" A not-so-tall soldier holding a rifle exclaid.

The officer next to him said, "No, the sniper rifle doesn’t have such power, but he must be on our side, otherwise he wouldn’t help us."

...

The venue echoed with cheers; to think a gladiator was killed by a native, such a twist undoubtedly stirred excitent.

Of course, there were curses heard, too.

The gladiators they bet on died just like that.

"This is too fake, ’Bailian’ survived three death battles, yet died like this."

"This is definitely an inside job!"

A man holding a blue glowing bottle stood up, his face flushed, shouting.

People like him enjoy betting small to win big, so he certainly wouldn’t bet on the favorite, but losing everything like this is frustrating.

Many around felt it made so sense, joining in agreent.

"Exactly, isn’t this a low-level world? How can there be such a powerful native?"

"Inside job!"

...

The crowd was agitated, where interests made them lose reason; often, right or wrong aren’t considered, only what’s beneficial is good.

Soon.

An attendant found him, warned, "Sir, so words cannot be uttered carelessly; in this death match, absolutely no one intervenes.

The man holding the bottle replied confidently, "Then what do you call this? Such an attack, many of us probably can’t reach that level."

The attendant looked at him without saying much, waved, and said flatly, "Take him away."

Two people behind ca forward, grabbing the man and forcibly dragging him out.

"What are you doing? I’m going to file a complaint with the arbitrator."

He yelled, his abdon painfully punched, contracting in agony.

Witnessing this scene, the surrounding people cald down completely, fell silent, realizing sothing was amiss; they wouldn’t care before.

...

The top-tier room was vast and refined, filled only with dignitaries; either extrely wealthy, powerful, or highly skilled.

Hundreds of attendants stood silently in the corridor, their heads down, seemingly just right, not crowded.

An elderly man in a blue robe with a white beard strode into the center room, nodding, "The Sun Lord is here."

"Hmm, he finally ca, never has before." The person sitting above revealed a slight smile, elegant and unhurried.

The room’s front was a misty projection, showing hundreds of large and small scenes; a glance would make one dizzy.

The soft light in the environnt brightened, illuminating each attendant’s silk-like smooth face, they looked similar yet distinct, each with their own charm.

A man with bronze-colored giant sword on his back, clad in armor, and with short brown hair, walked past, his eyes radiant as if reflecting sunlight’s glow.

"Haha, a rare guest, Luca, this is your first ti here." The person sitting above stood up with a full smile to greet the guest; he wore a deep black robe, his face pale, pupils pitch-black, like a bottomless abyss.

The man carrying the giant sword calmly said without a smile, "It’s because I’ve never agreed with your work here. We need more light, extended developnt; this only corrupts people’s minds."

The person, speaking, sat down again, casually:

"The human mind is essentially corrupt, haha, except for you, many things have proven I’m right, you can’t deny that... just like we discussed before, you designate soone, if they get into the top ten we’ll do as you say, how about it?"