Chapter 75: Could It Have Been Deliberate? (First Update!)

"Could he have fallen into a trap?"
"Hard to say, it feels dangerous."
"This group is really sneaky, always plotting against others, even now they're trying to take cheap shots."
"He was a bit reckless; chasing after them might just be handing them a free kill."
"Shocking: a man drives up the mountain, and then..."
Yang Hao had no idea what was happening behind him. At this moment, he was still searching for that person’s figure.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out from behind.
Yang Hao, driving his car, felt his heart jolt and instantly accelerated.
Bullets travel fast; before Yang Hao could react, one grazed him.
His health dropped by a small chunk.
It wasn’t fatal, but enough to startle anyone.
Fortunately, Yang Hao was moving quickly at that moment, so the attacker only managed to land that one shot.

From the gunfire, Yang Hao quickly pinpointed the shooter's location.
He controlled his speeding motorcycle, and with a swift drift, spun around in a spectacular turn.

"Wow! That driving is impressive!"
"Drifting downhill—this guy is really showing off!"
"Is this considered street racing?"
"He's charging in, charging in..."
As the spectators chattered, Yang Hao spotted the shooter and sped toward him on his motorcycle.

The shooter was shocked, immediately adjusting his aim to fire again.
His earlier shots had only hit Yang Hao once, but several bullets struck the motorcycle itself.
The bike’s durability was already low, and after taking more hits, smoke began to billow from it.
This time, his target wasn’t Yang Hao, but the vehicle beneath him.
Shooting at the bike was clearly easier than shooting at the rider.

"Damn, the bike’s about to explode!"
"This is dangerous!"
"No way—is he going to die in a car explosion?"
"Please don’t let him be so unlucky..."
"Why isn’t he getting off the bike?"
Seeing the black smoke rising from the motorcycle, while Yang Hao showed no intention of dismounting, many grew anxious for him.

If this kept up, even if Yang Hao didn’t get shot, he might die in a blast.
The motorcycle was fast; even if the attacker’s aim wasn’t perfect, hitting the bike two more times wouldn’t be difficult.
Yang Hao’s refusal to get off spelled disaster.

Another bullet struck the motorcycle, and the smoke thickened.
This sight unsettled the spectators.

Honestly, they admired Yang Hao’s courage; who would still dare to drive in such circumstances?
They were speechless, unsure if Yang Hao was truly dense or just feigning ignorance. Any sane person would know his situation was perilous.
Given the current state, even if the attacker stopped shooting, a single misstep with the bike could trigger an explosion.

In the next moment, the motorcycle soared into the air.

Seeing this, the spectators were even more baffled.
In such a crisis, he still wanted to pull off a stunt?
They imagined that once the bike landed, it would be his end.

Watching the airborne motorcycle, many seemed to foresee the outcome.
They were certain that once the bike hit the ground, it would explode on the spot.
Yang Hao, riding it, would be doomed.

Staring at the reckless figure, no one felt like making snide remarks anymore.

Meanwhile, the shooter, who had just fired, saw the motorcycle take flight and was delighted, a hint of gloating on his face.
The bike looked far too fragile to withstand a hard landing.
If he wanted to get himself killed, it was no fault of the shooter.

Still, he didn’t lower his gun, instead focusing on Yang Hao.

Sure enough, as the motorcycle shot into the air, Yang Hao moved.
He jumped off the just-launched bike.

Noticing Yang Hao’s action, the shooter sneered, raised his gun, and aimed at the descending Yang Hao.
He had anticipated this move.
Any rational person would know that staying on the bike was certain death.
Yang Hao wasn’t a fool, nor was the shooter.
He’d been wary of this from the start, so when Yang Hao jumped, he wasn’t caught off guard.

At the same time, the audience in the studio became lively as they watched the scene unfold.

"I knew it; he wouldn’t stay on the bike forever."
"But things still look bad—his health is too low."
"The other guy seems prepared; looks like Yang Hao’s done for!"
"Damn, just as I felt a glimmer of hope, it’s gone again."

In the game, gunfire erupted once more.
Yang Hao raised his rifle as well.
Shooting mid-air was a circus trick all of them had mastered.

He had no choice; after spending so much time with Yao Cheng, and having so many close calls, he’d had to learn some survival tricks to stay alive in this game.

Unfortunately, the shooter had cover, and Yang Hao was clearly at a disadvantage.
In their exchange, Yang Hao’s health dropped to a dangerous level.

"Oh no, it’s over!"
"Sigh, the hunter becomes the hunted—talk about irony!"
"Haha, this is hilarious. Driving over just to hand over a kill."
"There’s some wisdom in ‘never chase a desperate enemy.’"
"See, sometimes it’s best to leave a way out for others; you never know when you’ll meet again."

Just as everyone thought Yang Hao was finished, a system notification suddenly flashed in the game.

"Echoing Heart used M416 to blow up the vehicle and killed the King of Udara!"

A sudden explosion rocked the game, followed by that kill announcement.

Many spectators were stunned.
What had just happened?

Their eyes fell on the nearly-dead figure left in the game, and their minds seemed to freeze.

A lot of people hadn’t processed it yet.

In the director’s booth, even Old Jiang and his colleagues were dazed.

They had witnessed the entire sequence.

As Yang Hao jumped from the motorcycle, few noticed that the airborne bike traced a clever arc and landed right next to the shooter.

At the time, the two were exchanging fire, and the sudden appearance of the motorcycle in the shooter’s field of vision caught him off guard.

Luckily, his reflexes were fast enough to dodge.

Although the bike didn’t smash directly into him, it landed just beside him.

And at that exact moment, Yang Hao aimed his gun at the motorcycle as it touched down.

One shot!

The nearly wrecked motorcycle exploded instantly.

With the blast so close, the shooter was caught in it.

Moments later, he was dead.

A few moments passed before people began to react.

"Damn, you can play the game like that?"
"That guy was so damn unlucky!"
"This is... utterly unbelievable!"
"That’s some next-level showmanship!"
"Impressive—everyone in this squad is amazing!"
"Do you think the driver did it on purpose?"
"Are you saying the whole thing was a deliberate setup?"
Suddenly, silence fell around them.