# Chapter 135: Counter-Kill
"A white pointer doesn't mean it will always land on a white square," Xu Huo said, pressing down on his hand. "This item of mine only has a one-in-ten chance of success. Otherwise, why don't you lend me your hourglass to use?"
"Brother Feng, this kid isn't being honest. I say we just kill him!" Qi Shan turned back and said.
Brother Feng wiped the gun barrel again and again, staring at Xu Huo, lost in thought.
Xu Huo, however, smiled and said, "If you don't even have this much courage, why bother trying to steal a super item? Or is it that you're afraid of death and know you've already lost?"
"Why not just use your tickets and leave?"
"Even if I'm leaving, I'll kill you first!" The tall, burly man in camouflage charged over and punched him in the face. Xu Huo's head twisted to the side, but he laughed out loud.
Brother Feng stopped the two and spoke up, "I'll take the next round."
"No!" Qi Shan immediately said. "The chance of a white square appearing in the next round is very low."
The three of them no longer bothered to hide it from the others. "In a life-or-death round, the chance of a white square appearing on multiples of twelve is highest. Even if the twelfth round didn't produce a white square, this kid just got another survival chance, so it might be a long time before another white square appears."
"The theory that the twelfth round has a higher chance of landing on a white square also came from someone else's mouth. Seeing is believing. Maybe he's telling the truth about how to break the life-or-death round." Brother Feng tossed his gun to the tall, burly man in camouflage. "I'm not leaving here with my tail between my legs."
This time, the tall, burly man in camouflage didn't listen to him. He threw away both of his guns and stepped into the center of the circle first. "Brother Feng, if it's a black pointer, I won't spin. But if it's a white pointer and I die, you kill these people to bury me with them!"
Brother Feng tried to step forward and pull him out, but Qi Shan grabbed him. "Brother Feng, trust Stone. He's not afraid of death. He'll definitely make it out alive!"
Brother Feng struggled twice and then gave up, his eyes fixed on the tall, burly man in camouflage. "Brother..."
Xu Huo watched their act coldly. When the pointer on the ground stopped and the man in camouflage reported it was a black pointer, he had a barely perceptible hint of a smile.
Eight minutes later, that big guy exploded into a mess of blood and flesh.
Brother Feng and Qi Shan, standing right next to him, were splattered with blood all over their faces.
"He was afraid of death and moved the black pointer himself. They can't blame us for that, can they?" Wang Chaoqing said quietly.
Over there, Brother Feng wiped the blood off his face, walked straight into the circle, and held the hourglass as he said, "Bring everyone over."
Qi Shan set up two guns to herd people. This time, even Xu Huo and the other players were included. The remaining twenty-odd people on the turntable were all crowded around Brother Feng. Xu Huo stood on the periphery, with a gun pointed directly at him.
"With so many people, aren't you afraid someone will stab him in the back?" Xu Huo suddenly said after the pointer stopped.
Qi Shan was about to speak when he suddenly saw a short arrow shoot toward Brother Feng from the second floor of the mall. He immediately raised his gun to fire, but he didn't expect the short arrow to curve in mid-air and circle around to the other side. At that moment, everyone on the turntable was scared into crouching down with their heads covered by the gunfire. The flying arrow, level with the people, used Brother Feng's body as a shield and flew unimpeded across the mall!
"Brother Feng...!" He rushed forward.
Xu Huo, who had been waiting for his chance, swung the Crimson Sword. A film-like sword aura cut through the air, slashing straight at the other's waist and abdomen!
Qi Shan hurriedly blocked with his gun, but he didn't expect the long gun to snap in two. He was forced back to his original position. Before he could even steady himself, his body suddenly burst into flames!
After tearing off his clothes, he rolled on the ground, using the blood on the floor to extinguish the flames. When he stood up, an old-fashioned silver hunting rifle materialized in his hand out of thin air. He aimed at Xu Huo, who was raising his sword toward him. "Die!"
Xu Huo clicked the lighter and raised two fingers. The strings floating in the air lifted the gun barrel upward. The bullet roared and blasted into the glass dome of the mall!
Shattered glass fragments flew everywhere. Qi Shan tried to escape in the chaos, but Xu Huo had no intention of letting go so easily. His flying arrow had already been deflected by a water-like barrier surging up around Brother Feng's feet. To prevent the two from joining forces, he had to take out Qi Shan quickly!
The strings wrapped around Qi Shan's neck. As he was being dragged backward, Xu Huo slashed out another sword strike!
But this time, Qi Shan jammed his hands into the strings, forcibly pulled them off, then quickly sidestepped, dodging the attack while firing another shot!
Xu Huo immediately used the Bull Shield to protect his body, but he didn't expect the bullet to be so powerful. It pushed him sliding backward several meters, bringing him right to the edge of the turntable!
He controlled the flying arrow to return and force Qi Shan, who was about to shoot again, to back off. Xu Huo then turned and ran toward Brother Feng.
Qi Shan was blocked by the freely moving flying arrow. When he tried to follow, a person suddenly lunged at him from the side, wrapping arms and legs around him like soft ropes!
"What the hell?!" Qi Shan turned his head, but his face was covered by papers that seemed to float in from nowhere, blocking his mouth and nose. When he tore off the things on his face, the person holding him suddenly let go.
The two landed face-to-face. Qi Shan saw it was the Painting Woman and immediately reached for her throat. Suddenly, she smiled and pointed at the ground. His expression changed drastically. The moment he looked down, he was blown into a cloud of blood mist!
The Painting Woman wiped the blood off her face with disgust, turned back, and gave Xu Huo an "OK" gesture.
Xu Huo's original plan wasn't to fight head-on anyway. Now that the Painting Woman had lured the man outside the turntable and used the rules to kill him, it worked out perfectly for him.
With that one dealt with, he turned his attention back to Brother Feng, who still hadn't spun the pointer, and the hourglass in his hand.
Brother Feng had a protective item around him. Attacks couldn't even get close. Even reaching out would be blocked by the water barrier.
Xu Huo couldn't touch the hourglass, couldn't interrupt the hourglass's progress, and he didn't know exactly how large the hourglass's range was. So his only option was to force Brother Feng to withdraw from the life-or-death round!
"Everyone, back off!" He told the people around him to move away, then raised his sword and slashed down again and again.
As expected, after enduring more than a dozen attacks, Brother Feng finally couldn't hold back and prematurely moved the pointer. The moment he regained consciousness, seeing the long sword about to slash into his face, he abruptly retreated backward. The hourglass in his hand also transformed into something like a grenade and was thrown out!
Xu Huo dodged to the side, but the grenade hovered in the air after being thrown. It split from one into two, from two into four, and the four small bombs exploded!
Everyone nearby was caught in the blast. Xu Huo had a few small fragments stuck in his back. He reached back and touched them. There was a green liquid on them.
"It's xenomorph toxin!" Wang Chaoqing and the man in the peaked cap shouted simultaneously from behind. Wang Chaoqing was even more panicked. "It's over! Getting hit with xenomorph toxin means death!"
"We're evolvers. We should be fine, right?" the man in the peaked cap immediately said.
"It doesn't matter if you're an evolver or whatever. If you're hit with xenomorph toxin, you die! Unless you have an antidote!" Wang Chaoqing yelled.
"In your world, there's no xenomorph antidote yet." Brother Feng looked left and right. When he didn't see Qi Shan's figure, his expression suddenly changed. He glared at Xu Huo with a ferocious look. "I fell for your trick!"