Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Qi Yuzhe walked through the smoke, each step he took landing on the uneven, cratered debris on the black ground. The uneven texture under his feet made his already aching legs even more unbearable, but he couldn't stop to adjust his pace.

His arm and leg muscles were still spasming uncontrollably, and the pain had not subsided since the moment he was resurrected.

He exerted great effort to control the stability of his arm while firing, constantly raising and lowering the revolver in his hand to aim.

Before each shot, he would deliberately pull the trigger a little longer to counteract the trembling of his finger.

The most difficult part is the legs. Although the legs that were blown off have regained their original shape after being resurrected, the coordination of the nerves and muscles has not yet been fully restored.

When he runs, his knees will suddenly buckle without any warning, and his center of gravity will drop.

He had to use large arm swings to maintain his balance, which made his movements appear even more exaggerated in the smoke, and in the eyes of the Hafk soldiers, he looked even more insane.

As he ran, Qi Yuzhe pulled smoke grenades from his pocket and threw them in different directions. The smoke grenades rolled on the ground and expanded, producing puffs of thick yellow smoke.

The area of ​​smoke was gradually expanding, spreading to multiple directions of the battlefield, and the front of Hafk's shield wall was completely covered by thick smoke.

After throwing out a few smoke grenades, he found that the number of grenades in his ammo bag had not decreased. He threw out four or five more in a row, and the bag remained full.

Anderson's statement about unlimited ammunition also applies to throwables, and Qi Yuzhe, after confirming this, stopped saving smoke grenades.

He continuously threw new smoke grenades along his movement route, keeping the smoke coverage at a level that provided effective concealment.

Qi Yuzhe was in no less pain than Sid and Reis, but his maniacal laughter echoed throughout the area.

He had to move quickly and constantly through the smoke to evade the encirclement of Hafk's soldiers and avoid being caught by the main battle tanks.

He moved quickly through the smoke, the footsteps and shouts of Hafk soldiers coming from all directions.

Even though he tried his best, he still took a lot of bullets. His shattered armor offered no protection whatsoever, and the bullets hitting him directly only aggravated the pain.

Whether they hadn't recovered yet or were so tormented by the pain that they had given up completely, Reis and Said hadn't climbed out of the pit and were lying there motionless.

If they quit, then he'll play by himself. He never really considered them as teammates he could rely on; they were just temporarily put together for one round.

Qi Yuzhe didn't try to persuade them to continue fighting him. They were just strangers who had met by chance, and since they didn't want to continue, then so be it.

But Qi Yuzhe still has reasons to persist.

His mouth was full of blood, his lips twitched upwards, revealing a set of scarlet teeth, and his eyes were bloodshot and ferocious.

His true form is a demon in the smoke, constantly moving.

In Tide Prison, Shi Ding had fought him many times in the training ground, and he was always suppressed by the shield.

But as time went on and Shi Ding and Qi Yuzhe became more familiar with each other, Shi Ding also taught Qi Yuzhe techniques for dealing with shields. The biggest problem with shields is that they are bulky, and as long as you pull them, there will always be an opportunity to create an opening.

Qi Yu learned philosophy very quickly and applied these techniques flexibly, even surprising Shi Ding with his learning speed.

However, just when Qi Yuzhe thought he had mastered the skills and was preparing to use them in actual combat, he found that he still couldn't beat Shi Ding.

All those techniques from the Stone Cult—like maneuvering left and right, baiting the opponent's shield with a headshot and then sneaking up on their feet, or sparing no ammunition by folding up the observation window and unleashing firepower—are completely useless.

Because Shi Ding's own assumptions were completely invalid, Shi Ding's shield was not only extremely fast, but the distance of the shield strike was so great that it gave the illusion that it was flying right in front of him.

Qi Yuzhe recalled the training scenes and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although his skills were no match for Shi Ding, they were more than enough to defeat the Hafk soldiers in front of him.

Using the smoke as cover, Qi Yuzhe moved with incredible speed, constantly flanking the sides and bypassing the riot shields at tricky angles, killing the Hafk soldiers advancing into the front line. Before several shield soldiers could slowly approach, he pulled away and disappeared back into the smoke.

He felt none of the panic he had experienced when facing shields slamming into his face. Instead, he felt that these people moved as slowly as snails, allowing him to easily succeed.

Within the battle line, Qi Yuzhe fired boldly with both hands, and even when the Hafk soldiers counterattacked, they had to avoid their own teammates and the shields of the shield bearers.

Qi Yuzhe used the Hafk soldiers and their shields as cover.

While maintaining distance and concealing himself in the smoke, he remained completely silent, giving the enemy no chance to discover him.

However, after he completed another attack and created some distance, he heard footsteps approaching rapidly from his side. As he turned to the side, he raised his revolver. Two figures emerged from the smoke at the same time, and Qi Yuzhe fired before they could even see his face.

Boom!

The two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, and the two soldiers fell backward one after the other.

After firing those two shots, Qi Yuzhe didn't stop; he immediately turned around and moved in the opposite direction.

The distinctive sound of the revolver immediately attracted a barrage of fire.

Sure enough, a few moments after he left the area, the smoke next to the two corpses was pierced by a hail of bullets.

Qi Yuzhe fell to the ground, but still couldn't dodge in time and was hit in the leg by a bullet.

While off balance, Qi Yuzhe quickly twisted and fired two shots. Two soldiers were hit in the head and fell to the ground before he hit the ground, and he also fell to the ground.

When he landed, his knee hit the edge of the ground, and his already injured leg was hit again. After a violent contraction, the muscles completely lost their ability to support him, and his entire leg from his calf to his knee twitched uncontrollably.

Qi Yuzhe lay on the ground, clenching his teeth. He could feel blood seeping from his mouth, mixed with saliva, and dripping onto his chin.

His vision went white from the pain, and the footsteps in the distance were approaching him from multiple directions, the dense footsteps closing in on him.

He tried to push himself up to stand, but his legs wouldn't cooperate; they were curled up in spasms and couldn't straighten. He tried twice but failed to stand up.

He could sense that the main force was converging on his direction, while Said's side was safe.

Maybe I should just give up too?

After all, it's just a "test," so why work so hard?

Qi Yuzhe spat out a mouthful of blood, but he still had reasons to persevere.

"Where the hell did Han Che go?" Qi Yuzhe cursed under his breath.

He wasn't fleeing aimlessly through the smoke; instead, he led the Hafk soldiers in a circle.

His gaze pierced through the thick yellow smoke, fixed on the blue light curtain of soldiers still emerging in the distance.

"You'd better still be alive..." Qi Yuzhe said in a low voice, trying to support himself but failing to stand up.

He looked at his legs, which were throbbing and weak from the impact but not bleeding much, and sighed as if his legs were letting him down.

Qi Yuzhe took a deep breath, propped himself up slightly with both hands, and slowly put the revolver into his mouth with his other hand.

The gun barrel pressed against his palate, the coolness of the metal spreading from his gums to his nasal cavity.

The gunshot was clear amidst the noisy background. His body stiffened for a moment after the shot, then relaxed and lay face down on the ground.

Ten seconds later, the figure in the smoke staggered to its feet and continued running.