Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 67 The King Descends from the Sky, Furious and Ferocious!
The king descended from the sky, his face contorted with rage and ferocity!
After Chen Baiyu was severely punished by the Blood Lock cheat, the ladder rankings welcomed its natural killer.

Many players of similar skill levels experienced a stronger sense of pressure than when facing a streamer who was smurfing, yet a more realistic gaming experience than when facing a cheater.

At least, almost everyone can see Chen Baiyu appear before they die.

only.

In their hearts, they might feel it's better not to see it at all.

Because seeing it won't help.

I got up, and then the enemy team used a big pull to instantly kill me.

What's there to say?

…………

"Everyone, watch carefully, I will only teach you once."

"They launched a direct push down the middle lane and then firmly controlled the bot lane."

On the Douya live streaming platform, a male streamer with a hoarse voice was controlling a game character while explaining the game to the viewers in the live stream.

His online streamer name is Soul Sniper.

As a streamer with S-rank skill but who spends all his time smurfing in the C+ to B+ ranks, his streams are often entertaining despite his somewhat questionable smurfing tactics.

Tonight, he was frying fish as usual.

Soul Sniper controlled his character, crouching behind the wooden crates in the middle lane. His fingers flew from knife to pistol, his eyes fixed on the screen: "Watch closely, this push needs to be fast, accurate, and ruthless, leaving the terrorists no chance to react."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped out from behind the wooden box and landed precisely on the bandit's mouth with his pre-aimed shot.

The two bandits who had just crept over only had time to fire two shots before he shot them in the head with his pistol.

A "double kill" notification popped up in the upper left corner of the screen. Soul Sniper's health had also dropped by half, but he smiled smugly: "See? That's awareness! Even a terrorist of rank A can't predict my movements."

The live stream chat exploded with comments:
[The Soul Sniper is awesome! That reaction time is unmatched!]

Stop bragging! What's so great about smurfing? If you're so good, go try your luck in S-rank!

[This rank is only around B+ to A. If you, streamer, stay here without moving up, you really need to hire a hoodie.]

The driftwood is dead!

Soul Sniper glanced at the comments but didn't respond.

He was just heading towards bomb site A: "I heard the terrorists' footsteps heading towards A1 from the sandbag in the middle lane. I'll go back to A and defend the bomb site. We'll probably win this round."

But as soon as I reached Archway A, I saw three "Desert Eagle Headshot" kill notifications pop up in the upper right corner of the screen.

His three teammates guarding bomb site A were all eliminated.

"Who is this?" Soul Sniper was stunned for a moment, when he saw the killer's ID: [Youthful Mamba Boy Will Not Meet Helicopter Senior].

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

[Oh no! It's Desert Eagle!]

[Damn it, I've run into a tough opponent when it comes to frying fish.]

[Mamba, out!]

Soul Sniper's heart sank, but he still gritted his teeth and charged towards bomb site A.

Just as they reached the vicinity of the long box, they heard the "beep beep" of the C4 being planted. The last teammate behind him didn't hesitate and immediately pulled out, only to be blown to the head by a Desert Eagle bullet the moment he revealed himself.

"Damn! That's accurate?"

The Soul Sniper was startled and quickly followed up with a follow-up shot.

But as soon as their eyes caught sight of the other person, the screen went dark.

He got shot in the head by a Desert Eagle again.

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with mockery:

[A guy on the side of the road! Soul Sniper, your reaction is like you have dementia!]

[Did he really get kicked to death by a Desert Eagle? Where did all that swagger go?]

Stop frying fish, go home and sell sweet potatoes!

Soul Sniper's face instantly turned red, and he argued into the microphone, "I wasn't serious just now, I was too hasty, this round doesn't count!" In the second round, in order to save face and for the sake of the show, Soul Sniper immediately bought a Desert Eagle and defended the A bomb site with his teammates: "We're going to go head-to-head with him today. When he comes over, I'll just use my Desert Eagle to solo kill him and show you who the real Desert Eagle guy is!"

And indeed, the other side arrived, led by the one with the nickname "Youthful Mamba Boy Won't Meet Helicopter Senior," who was also carrying a Desert Eagle.

Based on the teammates' positions on the minimap and the kill notifications in the upper right corner, it's clear the terrorists were advancing extremely quickly; teammates were barely out of the way before being severely wounded. Meanwhile, the Desert Eagle player followed closely behind, firing a shot every time a teammate spotted someone, headshotting them all, pushing relentlessly all the way to bomb site A.

Soul Sniper took a deep breath, his eyes becoming serious.

They were anticipating the direction the bandits might appear.

Finally, one of the bandits showed himself.

He raised his hand and fired a shot, the Desert Eagle hitting him head-on with precision, but when the kill notification popped up, it wasn't the Desert Eagle guy.

Before he could even catch his breath, the screen suddenly went black, and a notification popped up in the upper right corner: "[Youthful Mamba Boy Will Not Encounter Helicopter Senior] Killed you with a Desert Eagle."

The live stream chat was absolutely hilarious:
Even if you take it seriously, this is about it.

He was kicked to death with a single blow.

[Hahaha! You killed the wrong person!]

[Soul Sniper, your eyesight looks terrible, are you getting presbyopia?]

[Desert Eagle Bro: Are you teaching me how to do things?]

[Desert Eagle Bro: No Apprentices!]

The soul was somewhat flushed.

His lips were pressed into a thin line, and he didn't say anything more, just stared intently at the screen.

Starting in the third round, he became exceptionally cautious in his actions, his movement, aiming, and flicking the gun all displaying a seriousness unlike anything he had done before.

But it still didn't work.

He would be shot through if he hid behind cover; he would be shot at if he flanked; occasionally he would manage to ambush and kill Desert Eagle twice, but his teammates couldn't withstand the terrorists' advance and quickly lost the round.

The score went from 0-2 to 3-13.

The hard-won three-point victory was ultimately wiped out because the opposing team's leader was caught out and focused down.

Such opportunities will be hard to come by again.

After being defeated in the final round, Soul Sniper stared at the "failure" message on the screen and remained silent for a good half minute.

The barrage of comments didn't stop at that moment.

Is this karma? The fisherman who used explosives has finally become a fish fry.

[Shameful end to the broadcast!]

[The opposing team is really strong. I checked their match history and it was like I had an epiphany. I don't even know if they were using any cheats.]

[Streamer, please stop playing games, really.]

[It turned into a pile of rubble when it encountered something even slightly formidable.]

[Complete trash! Unfollow!]

Looking at the merciless comments in the live chat.

Soul Sniper remained silent for a while, then, as if provoked, he opened a one-on-one room without hesitation and invited the player from the previous game, 【Youth Mamba Boy Won't Meet Helicopter Senior】, to a duel.

"Brothers, we were just not in good form last game."

"You just wait and see how I crush him this time!"

As he spoke, Soul Sniper fiddled with a special button in a corner out of sight of the live stream, his tone immediately filled with confidence again.

This immediately caused an uproar in the live chat.

[6666, are you eagerly asking to be tortured?]

Are you feeling hopeless?

[The market is open! The market is open!]

　The game storyline won't be written indefinitely, but occasionally including it is part of my transformative life, and also a part of the daily life I want to depict after achieving superhuman abilities in this book. I think that once I truly gain superhuman powers and undergo a transformation, I will genuinely play games occasionally and crush some weaker opponents.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)