Vanguard of the Eternal Night

Chapter Ch85 - Provincial Competition – Sniper

translator: xiin

editor: kara

Victor finally left. Before he left, he reluctantly gave a lot of instructions. This characteristic of his was the same as his father’s––he had talked about anything and everything before Victor left.

Tyron hadn’t felt much when he first left. He had just felt that this child was cute and sticky––

He had always been a master assassin who traveled through blood and fire, who was dismissive of familial love.

Later, two days after Victor’s departure, Tyron was about to compete against the sniper, Momo, when he suddenly recalled the Lieutenant, Lord Victor, with his small handgun and missed him a little.

However, Victor was traveling through ultra-light speed channels and couldn’t be contacted for the time being.

Tyron would occasionally turn on the news to follow his progress, and he happened to see a snapshot of Victor just arriving at the Third Star Province that had been taken secretly by a small tabloid.

In the snapshot, Victor looked both noble and cold, just like a society elite. He was very reserved when dealing with outsiders and smiled a very proper smile when he shook hands with the leaders. At a glance, he looked like a little aristocrat, who had been cultivated from childhood.

In contrast with how he’d been when he left, clutching at the bedpost with a wronged little expression...

How cute!

The master assassin suddenly felt a little disappointed as he sighed and shut off the news.

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The room became empty after Victor left.

Originally, after his consciousness projection operation, Tyron had preferred to spend a little more of his time in the real world and rarely used the virtual world. He was more traditional (old-fashioned) when compared to the interstellar people, and no matter how similar the virtual world was to the real world, he was still more willing to remain in the real world. This led to Victor developing similar habits.

However, as soon as Victor left, reality suddenly became very cold. There was almost nobody outside as all the interstellar people stayed in the virtual world. Even though he was on the densely populated provincial competition star, there were less than two or three live people outside when Tyron went out for his morning exercises.

Tyron wasn’t very willing to stay in reality, so he packed everything up.

It was at this time that he discovered that Victor had taken away one of the two t-shirts printed with ‘I am Little Vic’s’ and ‘I am Little Vic’.

However, he’d taken the wrong one! He took the one that said ‘I am Little Vic’s’!

Tyron: “......”

The master assassin unfolded the shirt that said ‘I am Little Vic’ and looked at it for a long time. He couldn’t help laughing before folding it back up, taking a photo, and sending it to Victor.

It was estimated that there would be a day and a half of transmission delay before Victor received this message.

Due to the limitations of the sniper profession and his own tactical advantages and disadvantages, he was often restrained by the tank professions. This left him lingering back and forth in the provincial competitions.

Now, when Momo came up to shake hands with Tyron, both of them were like icebergs. Neither of them had any desire to speak, and the atmosphere made the host shiver.

Momo’s eyes were dead all year around, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

On the other hand, the master assassin thought: Tsk, when it comes to snipers, my Vic is still cuter.

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The two commentators turned on their mics, “It’s now the last round of group matches. This round is between the assassin, Odin, and the sniper, Momo.”

There was a burst of excitement from the audience when the name ‘Odin’ was spoken.

Ever since Tyron defeated the national-level contestant Geng Chen in the first round, he had already become a new black horse for the spectators of the provincial competition. He was a thoroughly glossy and slippery type of black horse, and many fans directly rated him as a favorite for the championship––although such loyal fans weren’t the majority. Most people from the Earth District’s biggest hope was that he would simply enter the top 12.

... Yes, their requirements were indeed that low.

Other than Vantico, who had jumped out of thin air, there hadn’t been any other contestants from the Earth District who could compete in the top 12 of the provincial competition in a long time. After all, their population was the lowest out of all the districts, and the contestants from the Earth District had often all been unable to advance beyond the group competitions. Every year, the audience from the Earth District would be hopeful as they came to the provincial competition, only to go back home after a few rounds. It was better to reduce their initial hopes at the beginning so that the disappointment wouldn’t be so great––this was really a sad matter that made the listeners brokenhearted and the viewers cry.

It was different this year. A large number of spectators had placed their hopes on their War God. Although the number of people was small, their momentum wasn’t weak at all. When they came up, they pulled open a banner and stood united to cheer for their War God.

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The female commentator took advantage of the way the wind was blowing to boast, “This year, the Earth District should be very proud and elated. Although they only have a few contestants, they are all very excellent. Regardless of whether it’s Vantico, the former National third runner-up, or Odin, the iceberg War God of this year, they’re all very exciting...”

“Cough, cough!” The male commentator interrupted her from saying something explosive and added rationally, “So far, I haven’t been able to find enough weaknesses to break through contestant Odin’s defenses in all the matches he has played since he appeared. It can only be said that this is an assassin who is very balanced and outstanding. It seems that no matter what profession, battlefield, or situation he faces, he is still very skillful. I have a hunch that his journey won’t stop at the provincial competition.”

There was the implicit prediction that Odin would be able to enter the National Championships.

Some newcomers might not understand how the commentators had managed to see that Odin was more than enough for the task, but most insiders already knew of it:

The War God’s 20-second survival rule had already become an unspoken hidden rule that everyone knew of, but nobody spoke of in order to prevent embarrassment.

You wanted to beat Odin? You first had to break through this strange 20-second rule, regardless of whether you attacked or retreated, at the very least, it would mean that you had left his control.

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As they spoke, the randomized map for the first match had already been drawn. It was the desert temple, a straight and narrow ground map.

Tyron had played a team competition match on this map before. The terrain of this map only contained a temple in the middle that was relatively more complicated. Outside of the temple was nothing but endless desert.

As soon as this map came out, everyone knew: A sniper could only find a location suitable for sniping and remain relatively hidden in the upper part of the temple.

Sure enough, the system distributed the players the same way. When they entered the map, the sniper, Momo, was on top of the fountain inside the temple.

Tyron appeared under a palm tree outside of the temple.

When the countdown began, Tyron stood where he was with his eyes slightly closed as he recalled the three-dimensional map of the entire temple in his mind.

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At the end of the countdown, when there were two seconds left before the start of the official competition, both players were moving quickly while simultaneously looking for their opponent’s position.

Tyron’s location was a little more unfavorable. He started off by concealing himself and approached the shrine at a high speed without revealing himself.

From the master assassin’s point of view, two seconds was enough for him to ensure that the sniper in the temple wasn’t in his field of vision after hiding temporarily behind a bunker.

When Tyron was nearly ten meters away from the desert temple, a low whistling sound suddenly screamed by his ear.

Momo had fired the first shot and accurately discovered his enemy’s position. Even without taking into account his military experiences, the advantages his equipment gave him were already enough to bring his detection skills to a very high level.

After all, the system was balanced. Tyron’s stealth could only allow him to be hidden, and it was impossible for him to really crush and bully mere mortals the way he used to.

The exposure of locations was mutual.

After the first shot, Tyron turned his head slightly, calculated the angle of the bullet from the crater behind him, and then basically locked in on Momo’s position.

Instead of remaining invisible, he took the initiative to expose his figure and used flash twice in order to immediately enter the range of the desert temple.

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A good sniper would immediately change positions after their location had been exposed.

However, his change of locations had left clues.

Tyron had marked out three routes that he could take on the map in his mind. He flipped and jumped onto a high platform, his eyes sweeping around quickly––

‘Poof’, this was the sound of a muffled shot.

The sniper shot again just as the master assassin stood up on the platform.

Although Tyron never remained in one place for too long, the gunshot still struck his arm, and the system decided to deduct 15% of his health.

However, Tyron had already found Momo.

In the moment after the shot, Momo had already entered the bunker. His movement speed couldn’t be said to have been slow, and it couldn’t be said that he hadn’t tried to hide, but unfortunately, the person he was trying to escape from was Tyron, a master assassin who was used to tracking and killing his enemy.

Exposing his back to him was the worst thing his opponent could do.

Tyron used flash in mid-air!

By the time the flash of light disappeared, Tyron had already arrived in front of him and used a reckless windmill combo!

Momo pulled out his gun to fight back, but even before the bullet could leave the barrel, his handgun had already been cut into several pieces by a sharp dagger with a screech.

Momo’s health suddenly fell below 60%!

Tyron’s left hand landed on his shoulder, and he flipped agilely behind him. His dagger took advantage of the situation to slice his throat and directly cut his health in half!

Momo didn’t hesitate to pull out the lightsaber at his waist, chopping down as he turned back––

His hit came up empty. Tyron, who had been behind him, had once again mysteriously disappeared at some unknown point in time.

Momo glanced around and suddenly remembered one thing: It was now about 14 seconds into the match.

––Odin’s disappearance was likely not done out of fear nor because he was forced back but because ‘we won’t reach 20 seconds if we continue to fight’...

It was so contemptuous.

This kind of contempt was enough to make any e-sports contestant explode a thousand times on the spot!

Fortunately, Momo was an iceberg, who’d come from the battlefield. He was a sniper famous for his poise and barely managed to restrain himself from blowing up on the spot.

He picked up his sniper rifle and walked quickly through the temple. He had to quickly get out of the assassin’s, who was hiding in the dark, sight and find a suitable sniper position for himself.

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