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Chapter 939 Liang Xuan, it's okay

At this second, the winner is not only the No.1, but also the expectations of the audience.

Liang Xuan gave them too many surprises, the more surprises, the higher the expectations.

They hope that Liang Xuan can win.

But no matter from which angle you look at it, it seems impossible for Liang Xuan to win.

In his hand, it was just a small P92 pistol.

His strength is only at the level of a high school team.

And his opponent has an AKM fully automatic rifle.

Strength is a veteran who has long been famous all over the world.

No matter which angle you look at, Liang Xuan is doomed.

A second is just a blink of an eye, but at this moment, this second is so long that it makes people anxious.

Liang Xuan's blood volume dropped rapidly, and the scattered [-] bullets kept hitting the stones around him, stirring up fragments of broken stones.

He never thought of losing, he firmly remembered everything Qin Fan taught him.

Facing the enemy, whoever persuades will die.

But he didn't think about winning either, because he had no fantasy.

There was only one thought in his mind, kill, kill, kill.

Even if there is only a small pistol, he still wants to treat it like a sniper rifle, exert its power to the limit, and strive to shoot headshots.

Because only in this way can he possibly win.

The audience stared anxiously at Liang Xuan's blood volume on the screen.

His blood volume was almost empty within one face-to-face meeting.

The blood skin has been so empty that the blood volume can hardly be seen.

At this moment, the picture on the screen froze like a freeze.

The game is over!

Liang Xuan lay powerlessly on the chair behind him, the sweat dripping from his forehead.

In just a second, it seemed as if all his strength had been drained.

The complexion of the whole person was as pale as paper.

"Are you still losing..." Liang Xuan smiled wryly. He knew that Qin Fan was watching the battle from the audience. At this moment, he didn't even know how he should face Qin Fan.

Qin Fan is a dignified world champion who has won four times in a row, a peak king who makes players all over the world look in awe, but works hard for him, a mere little man who wants fame but no reputation, no strength but no strength.

It's training again, and it's doing overall tactics.

However, he still didn't win.

He has lived for 20 years, and his heart has never been as heavy as it is today.

Suddenly, he was abandoned by the teammates beside him. Liang Xuan looked hopeless. In a daze, he seemed to hear the cheers of winning the championship.

The sound is so inspiring and exciting.

It took him a long time to come to his senses. He was thrown high into the sky, and he only had time to glance at the computer screen beside him.

What is displayed on it is the words 'Good luck, eat chicken tonight'.

"Heh...heh, hahahahaha..."

Liang Xuan's mood fluctuated greatly, and he couldn't react for a while.

Hehehe was depressed for a long time before he burst out laughing.

He wins because he has a drink.

He won because his marksmanship was well practiced.

Four shots, all headshot.

His blood volume and that of God Z were lost almost at the same time.

However, he was pre-challenged with energy drinks and painkillers, while God Z did not.

So, at the critical moment, he came back with a mouthful of blood, and the original draw was turned into a victory by him.

Liang Xuan, won.

Shangcai, No.1.

"Shangcai is awesome!"

"Liang Xuan is amazing!"

In the auditorium, tens of thousands of men and women cheered and shouted loudly, deafeningly.

Liang Xuan put his head in his hands and looked at the clouds in the sky.

The sky in the imperial capital has never been so blue as it is today.

God Z clenched his fists and clenched his teeth. In his 90.00% chance of winning, Liang Xuan's marksmanship was not counted, which was so accurate.

God Z looked at Liang Xuan with jealousy and resentment in his eyes.

That should have been his glory.

Liang Xuan ignored him, and ignored the crowds of reporters and classmates around him. His eyes patrolled the auditorium over and over again, looking for the man who gave him the victory.

At this moment, he just wanted to hear that man say: "Liang Xuan, it's okay."

That's enough.

(End of this chapter)