Lin Nai didn't seem to have much of an effect when she heard this.
Based on the data and his actual strength, he should be considered one of the last few in the entire freshman competition, after all, his level is only 2.3.
Truman continued, "So, I'm quite curious how your friend managed to escape from his clutches."
Meng Feifei chuckled foolishly: "Of course, he searched my body for a long time but couldn't find where I hid the Life Bead. Then, taking advantage of his inattention, I launched a sneak attack! I followed up with a Death Roll, then unleashed a barrage of Pear Blossom Nails and a Sandstorm, making that bastard suffer excruciating pain and crawl on the ground looking for his teeth... Then I took the opportunity to escape."
Linnaeus: "..."
Truman tilted his head and asked curiously, "So, where did you hide the Life Bead?"
"Who are you? How can I tell you this?" Meng Feifei said seriously, "This is our secret. Only our closest people can know about that part of our body, right, Brother Nai?"
Linnaeus: "..."
"state!"
Lin Nai, expressionless, punched Meng Feifei on the head, causing Meng Feifei to scream in pain.
"Tell me the truth."
Meng Feifei rubbed his head and chuckled awkwardly, saying, "Brother Nai, I was just joking... As a sniper, of course I have to have a unique skill for escaping."
He then turned to Truman and asked, "By the way, Brother Nai, who exactly is he?"
“Oh, a perverted stalker who likes to collect information on others,” Linna said. “Don’t talk to him too much; he’s trying to get information out of you.”
Meng Feifei: "Oh, okay."
Truman: "..."
Meng Feifei was breathing weakly and tried to stand up, but his physical condition was too poor, and he sat down again before he could even get halfway up.
Truman looked at him and said, "He's badly injured and needs treatment, otherwise he'll suffer long-term consequences."
Fearing that Lin Nai would eliminate him again and send him for treatment, Meng Feifei hurriedly said weakly, "Brother Nai, I have medicine in my pocket behind me, could you help me get it?"
Linna looked into the back pocket of his pants, took out a vial from it, and handed it to him.
Meng Feifei took the medicine and drank it. Lin Nai looked at his attribute panel, and his health was indeed slowly recovering.
"Brother Nai, thank you so much this time." Meng Feifei finished her medicine, tossed the vial aside, and panted, "I owe you a favor, I'll definitely pay you back another day."
Lin Nai: "No need to postpone it, just return it now."
Meng Feifei: "?"
"Just now, those players who set up traps gave me some inspiration."
Lin Nai looked back thoughtfully: "Perhaps we don't need to go around looking for targets and eliminating others. We can just stay put and wait for others to walk into our trap."
Truman pondered for a moment, then stroked his chin: "But this kind of waiting is ultimately inefficient, isn't it? If you're unlucky, you might not even catch many fish."
“Yes, so we need bait.” Linnai shrugged: “You have to scatter bait and create a feeding area before fishing.”
Truman: "So the bait you mentioned is..." His gaze slowly shifted to Meng Feifei.
Lin Nai also looked at Meng Feifei.
Meng Feifei: (⊙?⊙)
"Nai... Brother Nai..." Meng Feifei asked cautiously, looking weak and helpless, "What kind of bait are you talking about...?"
“Of course it’s you.” Lin Nai reached out and patted his head, smiling softly. “Superhumans have very keen senses, especially the ability to sense the soul energy and the smell of blood of the injured. Tell me, aren’t you the perfect candidate to be bait in your current state?”
Meng Feifei: "......"
......
Time passed, little by little.
The number of eliminated contestants is increasing.
Although it's a battle royale mode for individual competitions, many players are still willing to team up with alumni they know.
Undoubtedly, playing in private groups during individual competitions is a better way to ensure survival.
If your opponent sees two or three of you together, they certainly won't dare to make a move unless they have overwhelming strength.
Furthermore, there were no rules in this round of competition prohibiting the formation of teams without authorization.
Some players, after teaming up with each other, harbored their own ulterior motives and were instead ambushed by their former close friends, who stole their Life Beads.
It's too late for these people to regret it...
In short, this is a competition.
Anything within the rules is permissible.
Clearly, this round is testing more than just combat capabilities.
"Brother Nan, I sense a bloody smell ahead."
A fat, big-eared contestant poked his head out from the dense bushes and sniffed hard: "It looks like someone is injured."
"Oh? Really?" Brother Nan's eyes lit up. "Great! We can pick up some bargains again!"
Another skinny young man next to him laughed and said, "Hehe, Brother Nan is really good at this. We just hide and don't go looking for people to steal the beads. We just wait to pick up the scraps from the wounded after the fights. This plan is simply too clever!"
"Of course," Brother Nan sneered, sounding quite smug. "I've been playing battle royale games for so many years. Remember this: in these kinds of games, it's never about who's the strongest, it's about who's the most cunning!"
"Hmm..." Both the fat-headed, big-eared man and the skinny young man nodded in agreement, finding the words particularly reasonable.
“Let’s go,” Nan Ge said. “Big Ear, you have strong senses, you lead the way.”
The fat, big-eared young man: "Okay."
Swoosh—
Swoosh—
Swoosh—
The three of them quickly passed through a grove of trees and a residential area.
They eventually found their target.
Meng Feifei was lying on an open space not far away, her clothes torn and blood flowing around her. She appeared to be unconscious, and no one seemed to care for her as she lay there in the middle of the road.
"Found it!"
Brother Nan is having a good time.
"Huh? Brother Nan, isn't this a bit strange?" the skinny young man said suspiciously. "This guy is just lying in the middle of the road? Could it be a trap to lure us here?"
"A trap? Are you an idiot?!" Brother Nan smacked him on the head and pointed at Meng Feifei on the ground: "Didn't you sense it yourself? Look at that blood, doesn't it look like a prop? Sensing the soul energy on that kid's body, it's like it's floating, it's obvious he's really badly injured, and could kick the bucket at any moment! How could this be a trap? What kind of actor is this dedicated?"
Meng Feifei: "......"
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