Chapter 47: The Fated Chicken!

Bang!

With a pulse-pounding gunshot, far off on a distant hillside, a player wearing a level-three helmet had just peeked out from behind a tree when a fierce bullet tore through that helmet.

A perfect headshot.

It was clear this was a lone wolf, and as the AWM round pierced his helmet, his life came to an abrupt end.

“Qingqing Zijin used an AWM to headshot and eliminate Tianyue, Mengyu!”

“11 kills!”

The livestream instantly displayed these two notifications, and the audience was left in awe.

Eleven kills might not be much for Lin Zijin, but this time was different.

By now, the fourth poison circle had already refreshed, yet the safe zone remained tightly centered around the school. Lin Zijin and Yang Hao’s team had been lying in wait, hunting from their stronghold, never leaving the area in search of targets.

Otherwise, Lin Zijin’s kill count would have been much higher.

Moreover, those eleven kills belonged to Lin Zijin alone.

Let’s not forget, alongside Lin Zijin were Yang Hao and Zhu Ziyuan, who had also claimed their fair share of victims. Combined, the three of them had easily racked up twenty or thirty kills.

Oh, and if you counted the occasional kills by the fleet-footed young Zephyr, then their tally would easily surpass thirty.

Their squad alone had wiped out nearly a third of all players—a chilling thought.

By now, the once-empty surroundings of the school were anything but monotonous.

Wherever one looked, there were burnt-out, smoking vehicles and crates scattered everywhere.

With each skirmish, the area around the school had become a living purgatory.

Just looking at the scene was enough to make anyone hesitate.

At this point, only a handful of players remained alive in the game.

In R City, two squads had just exchanged fire. But when they heard the commotion from the direction of the school—especially when that infamous ID flashed on their screens—their faces turned grim.

Another one!

That thought crossed the minds of both teams at the same time.

In just a few moments, that person had claimed yet another kill.

With that realization, both teams instinctively decided to hold their fire.

What made them even more wary was the squad holed up at the school, especially the legendary woman among them.

From the start of the match until now, the area around the school was littered with corpses.

Every attempt to storm the school had ended in tragedy. Without exception, every challenger paid with their life.

The squad at the school was terrifying beyond words.

Suddenly, another burst of gunfire erupted from the school. Clearly, someone else had tried their luck—and failed.

Moments later, as the shooting died down, the two squads couldn’t help but mourn the fools who’d charged in.

How many examples did they need before learning their lesson?

Did they really think all who’d fallen before them were amateurs?

Had they not realized just who was hiding in that school?

Just Lin Zijin alone was enough to strike fear into their hearts!

Before long, as the next safe zone refreshed, the hearts of the remaining players turned cold.

Now, with only about ten players left alive, the newly refreshed safe zone marked the final showdown.

Once again, the school was perfectly centered in the safe zone, surrounded by open ground—with even the nearby faculty dorms abandoned by the circle.

Heavens, could fate be any more partial?

Several surviving players couldn’t help but look skyward in disbelief.

Meanwhile, as the final circle appeared, the livestream audience was momentarily stunned, then erupted with excitement.

“Damn, a God Circle?”

“Favored by destiny, unreal!”

“They’ve got the time, the place, and the people—this is a guaranteed chicken dinner!”

“Who can stand against a fated win like this?”

“Hahaha, anyone who comes dies, two come and two fall—unstoppable!”

“This is the most insane zone I’ve ever seen! The school’s been at the center from start to finish—truly blessed by the gods!”

Amidst the chorus of amazement, the roar of a car could be heard in the distance—a figure speeding toward them.

“No way, the Zephyr is back!”

“Quick, check if he brought more airdrop loot!”

“Our king returns—hail the Zephyr King!”

“Unbelievably cool! Let’s give it up for the driving god!”

“Hahaha, the four are back together—this game’s in the bag!”

With Yao Cheng’s return, their chances of winning skyrocketed.

This time, Yao Cheng didn’t bring any airdropped gear—after all, airdrops aren’t so easily found; it takes luck.

Still, his reappearance sent the stream’s popularity soaring.

In less than two matches, Yao Cheng had earned immense respect from the fans, and after several surprise plays, he was thoroughly crowned their driving god.

“Heh, heh, I’m back again, brothers!” Yao Cheng announced.

Hearing him speak again, the viewers couldn’t contain themselves.

This line had become a catchphrase—so familiar, so memorable.

“Where’s the loot?” Yang Hao asked, eyeing him as Yao Cheng climbed the stairs.

“What loot?” Yao Cheng was momentarily at a loss.

“The airdrop, of course! How can you come back empty-handed?” Yang Hao scoffed.

Yao Cheng nearly choked, protesting, “You think airdrops grow on trees? They’re not weeds you can just pick up anywhere! If you’re so good, you go fetch one!”

“Heh. Useless,” Yang Hao sneered.

“Pfft!” Yao Cheng almost spat blood.

Their banter sent the livestream chat into fits of laughter.

“I can’t! I can’t anymore—I’m dying of laughter!”

“Damn, my abs are shredded from laughing!”

“These two fools—don’t they know I’m drinking water? Someone owes me for my eight-thousand-yuan screen!”

“Quick, bring me my vintage bottled water—I need a drink to calm down!”

“That trickster is outrageous—so shameless!”

Viewers were doubled over with laughter, their fingers flying across the keyboard, flooding the chat with hilarious comments.

After that brief interlude, everyone’s attention returned to the game.

As the next poison shrink drew near, the other players—who had been biding their time—couldn’t wait any longer.

The squad in the faculty dorms tossed a few smoke grenades onto the open ground to cover their approach to the school, while movement began in the direction of R City.

Seeing this, Yang Hao smiled and shouted, “Brothers, grenade them to death!”

No sooner had he spoken than Yang Hao, Yao Cheng, and Zhu Ziyuan each produced a black grenade, pulled the pins, and hurled them in quick succession toward the route the dorm squad had to take.

Watching grenade after grenade fly out, the audience felt their scalps tingle.

They were going to blow them up by sheer force—no one could survive that barrage!

While Yang Hao and the others rained grenades, Lin Zijin was hardly idle—her AWM delivered punishing shots to any with ill intent.

With flawless coordination, their team left no survivors—every enemy from the dorms was either blown up or gunned down by Lin Zijin.

Meanwhile, the squads approaching from R City were closing in.

Both enemy squads arrived in vehicles, but knowing the school squad was the bigger threat, they refrained from fighting each other on the way.

Viewers cursed their shamelessness, but that didn’t stop Yang Hao’s team from holding them back.

Both opposing teams were short-handed, lacking a numbers advantage.

Yang Hao’s squad, blessed with perfect timing, position, and teamwork, acted without restraint. Their grenade barrage and concentrated fire made every enemy advance costly.

Compared to Yang Hao’s group, those forced to run from the poison had it much worse.

Most crucially, Lin Zijin’s presence was a constant headache for them.

As they drove in, two had already fallen to her sniper shots.

Boom!

When the final jeep was blown sky-high, the screen froze.

“Winner winner, chicken dinner!”

As those words appeared, the livestream erupted in celebration!