Chapter 196: Iori Kitahara: "Oh, Big Brother~ Don't be like that, let's play a little longer~"
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Seito and the others turned to look.
A lone Western player, carrying a sniper rifle, was slowly walking toward them.
[Player: Pope]
[Level: 21]
The moment Seito saw the name, he knew exactly who he was dealing with! This was the Guild Leader of The Holy Church, one of the three major Western guilds.
The Pope came to a halt twenty meters away, his sharp gaze locking onto Seito.
"Seito, do you dare to have a duel?"
"What kind of duel?" Seito asked, sizing him up.
"I assume you're familiar with the Western Cowboy style of dueling," the Pope said, propping up his sniper rifle.
"I've heard of it," Seito replied.
In a Cowboy Duel, both parties stand back-to-back, walk ten steps, and on the tenth step, they spin around and fire. However, in these duels, the winner isn't necessarily the one who draws first; drawing first and killing the opponent is often considered a disgrace, while drawing second and still winning is the ultimate honor.
It seemed this "Pope" was incredibly confident in his marksmanship.
"We both use sniper rifles. One bullet determines the winner!" The Pope's expression was haughty. In the real world, he had been a mercenary for several years. His confidence was backed by experience. If he could kill Seito here, his prestige would skyrocket, and he would single-handedly restore the honor of the West.
"No problem," Seito nodded, agreeing instantly.
"Shall we begin?"
"Let's."
As soon as the words left their lips, they both turned around! Seito smoothly put away his sniper rifle and hoisted the rocket launcher onto his shoulder.
Asuna: "..."
Sinon: "..."
Iori Kitahara: "..."
The three companions were left speechless. Wasn't this a sniper duel? Why are you holding a rocket launcher?!
They didn't realize that Seito was justifying it to himself: Large caliber? Check. One-shot kill? Check. Equipped with a scope? Check. Yep, it's a sniper rifle! The exterior was slightly different, but that was a minor detail.
Under the bewildered gazes of Asuna and the others, the two men walked their ten paces and spun around!
Before turning, the Pope was cold-smirking, already imagining the killing blow. But as he turned and prepared to raise his rifle, he saw a massive rocket launcher muzzle staring him in the face.
"???" The Pope's brain stalled. Where's the sniper rifle? What the hell is a rocket launcher doing here?
"Sayonara~"
Whoosh—!
Seito pulled the trigger. The rocket streaked out, and Seito casually spun back around.
BOOM!!
Behind him, the shell detonated, sending a pillar of fire into the sky. Seito struck a lonely, arrogant pose, slicking his hair back with one hand.
Real men never look back at explosions!
Outside the Game... In the Safe Zones.
The eliminated players watching the broadcast were stunned. After a long silence, a Western player finally snapped.
"F*ck! That's a foul! He has zero Cowboy Spirit!" The Westerners were furious. A sniper match was promised, but Seito used a rocket launcher. This was a blatant violation of the rules!
SLAP!!
A resounding backhand landed on the complainer's face. A member of The Fatui standing nearby snarled, "Screw your 'spirit'!"
"Large caliber, one-shot kill, has a scope—if that's not a sniper, what is?"
Nearby, countless Eastern Server players chimed in.
"Exactly. That's just a sniper loaded with Explosive Rounds."
"Right? Didn't you see the Great God Seito's weapon is a Fire Kirin? It's perfectly reasonable to have a sniper with explosive shells!"
Hearing the logic of the Eastern Server players, the Westerners were moved to tears. Dammit! This is straight-up bullying!
Back in the Game.
"I really didn't expect you to count that as a sniper," Sinon complained.
"Didn't you play tactical shooters before the God Domain?" Seito looked at her in surprise. "The definition of a 'sniper' is the result of the collective wisdom of countless players."
Sinon: "..." Collective wisdom, my foot.
Suddenly, a system prompt rang out:
[The game has exceeded two hours. All player locations are now marked on the mini-map.]
[The markers will move in real-time as players move.]
The "Camping Kings" were collectively stunned. The chat channel immediately exploded with new messages:
[Damn! I can't hide anymore! It looks like my 'God of War' self must return!]
[Hmph! Finally, no more hiding? My 'Gun God' rank skills are about to be exposed!]
[I guess it's time to undo the seal!]
[Brothers, let the honorable slaughter begin!]
Seito: "..."
He had expected the campers to complain, but instead, they all started acting like edgy protagonists. As expected of Eastern Server players!
"Let's go! It's time to end this game!"
Seito checked the mini-map for the nearest player and led his team forward.
Two hours later. A fierce battle had consumed the ruins of the city.
It had to be said—the players weren't bluffing! To survive this long, everyone had some tricks up their sleeves. The combat over the last two hours had been incredibly intense.
Currently, Seito's group had cornered a player inside a house. The man looked despairing—especially since he was currently being held in a crushing bear hug by the hulking Iori Kitahara. He couldn't move an inch.
"Brother, just forfeit," Seito advised.
"I can't believe I was so close to clearing the round," the player sighed, then looked at the man holding him. "Brother, can you let go? I want to take myself out."
"Oh, Big Brother~ Don't be like that, let's play a little longer~" Iori gave a greasy, wicked grin.
Everyone else: "..."
"Gah! You freak! Let go of me right now!"
The player struggled desperately.
He wasn't a cute girl, and Iori definitely wasn't one either. What was there to "play"?! Just let him die!
"No way, no way~" Iori didn't loosen his grip at all; in fact, he tightened his arms.
Holy crap! A total pervert! The player's face turned several shades of pale.
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