Chapter 498: Setting the Trap
This person was none other than the black wristband player who had been placing cameras on the ship, seen earlier in the dining hall.
His clothes were already soaked through with blood, his shoes and face smeared with it, looking like a butcher who had just walked out of a slaughterhouse.
At this moment, he was staring at the small cluster of red wristband players, his eyes practically glowing red.
The red wristband players weren't fools either. Taking one look at this man's imposing aura, they knew he was coming for them. Kicking aside the Mimicry Doll curled up on the ground, the group of them walked towards him.
"He's injured on his right hand," one red wristband player said, sizing him up briefly before his gaze quickly focused on the man's right arm.
The black wristband player's expression remained unchanged. He swept a glance at the "Xu Huo" on the ground before charging directly at the red wristband player directly in front of him.
That red wristband player cautiously retreated, flinging out something like a magician's curtain. The thing flew out, trying to wrap around the black wristband player, but it grasped at empty air. Because that previous move by the black wristband player was also a feint; he had only made a fake lunge, his true target being the player on his right flank—when facing red wristband players, he also chose close-quarters combat.
The two men clashed. That red wristband player exchanged a punch with the black wristband player. Although the black wristband player was forced back, the red wristband player's arm was sliced by several invisible forces, cutting all the way from between his finger bones to his elbow—literally sliced open. Now his hand splayed open like a chicken's claw, blood pouring out as if it cost nothing.
"This punk fights dirty! Kill him!" The red wristband player retreated while pulling out a potion. But before he could get the potion to his mouth, the black wristband player threw out a frisbee-like object. The frisbee flew over the heads of the group and landed behind the red wristband players. Simultaneously, the black wristband player, moving at a speed difficult to track, passed through the red wristband players' encirclement and appeared where the frisbee had landed, also slashing at the necks of two red wristband players!