Picking Up Fragments

"Picked up [Master of PUBG Camouflage] White Fragment*1 (1/1), fragment count is full, it can now be used."

Master of Camouflage? There's even such a skill?

Jiang Siming immediately clicked to use it, and the knowledge and techniques of camouflage flooded into his mind.

Only now did Jiang Siming realize that camouflage wasn't just about lying in the bushes with a ghillie suit.

It involved many factors, such as enemy blind spots, their approach angles, and the size of cover.

It even included things like the direction of sunlight, the best matching color of bushes for hiding, and more.

It also taught Jiang Siming that even without a ghillie suit, simply changing his character's appearance in the game lobby and selecting clothes that blend in easily could make him practically invisible.

Jiang Siming felt like his knowledge had expanded. Now, he could proudly say, "I am the world's number one stealth master!"

With this skill, Jiang Siming became even more formidable.

After sneaking into the circle, Jiang Siming found another hiding spot.

This time, he was even more concealed, as if he had become one with the bushes.

Forget about enemies; even the viewers in God's-eye view could only see Jiang Siming's ID.

"Ming Shen is hiding way too well; who can even spot him? You could walk right up to him and still miss him."

"With skills like this, why are you a pro streamer? You should just be a full-time stealth master (laughs)."

"I think the other teams' nightmare is about to begin. If anyone finds him, I'll eat my hat on livestream!"

"66666, as a seasoned stealth master in PUBG myself, I must bow to this level of expertise. Master, please accept my humble salute!"

...

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Rat-a-tat-tat!

Biubiubiu!

As the safe zone shrank smaller and smaller, the firefights grew more frequent, with battles breaking out from all directions.

Wei Shen and his team were in an intense firefight with a Japanese team on the other side.

But Jiang Siming alone remained motionless in the grass, like a passive, carefree fish.

He really wanted to help Wei Shen's team, but they weren't close to his location.

So, all he could do was spectate and silently send them his blessings.

Wei Shen's team eventually managed to take down the Japanese team but were unfortunately eliminated by the American team INC, who came to clean up.

4AM was left with just Jiang Siming, but there were only five teams left in the match.

Jiang Siming had already secured seven kills, while 4AM had five in total, giving them at least 17 points overall.

Even if they were taken out, Wei Shen and the others were still laughing, bragging about how sharp their shooting was when fighting the Japanese team, completely unconcerned about their score.

Jiang Siming continued to lie in the grass like a lazy fish. If smoking were allowed in the competition, he would've loved to light up a cigarette and relax.

"Come on, Old Jiang, just go die already. Do you really think you can win with just a crossbow and an AWM?" Wei Shen joked.

"Oh really? What if I actually win?"

"With just these two weapons? On your back the whole time?"

"Yep."

"If you win with that, I'll treat you to ten rounds of Haidilao!" Wei Shen said, raising ten fingers.

"Deal, you said it." Jiang Siming nodded and refocused on his computer screen.

Just after placing that bet, a squad approached his location.

Wei Shen burst out laughing, for the first time actually happy that his teammate was in danger. If you didn't know better, you'd think the two had a deep-seated grudge.

The approaching squad was fully manned, with four players spreading out around the rock near Jiang Siming, each covering a position.

None of the four noticed Jiang Siming, and one of them even started healing right in front of him without noticing.

"To hide this well and avoid the eyes of so many pro players, this is definitely not just a ghillie suit," the commentator with the beard praised Jiang Siming's camouflage skills.

The hook-nosed commentator, puzzled, said, "I really don't understand how he's doing it. Look at him lying in the grass compared to us lying in the grass. The visual effect is completely different."

"This is what the Chinese say: it varies from person to person. Ming treats this game like an extension of his body. Many of his techniques are unknown to most pro players at this stage," the bearded commentator joked.

"Seems like you've become a fan of his?"

"Buddy, you're only realizing this now?"

"Guess I wasn't paying attention."

"Haha."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The commentators' banter did little to ease the tension in the final circle. It was a heart-pounding moment.

The circle refreshed again, and the number of players continued to decrease.

Jiang Siming's position was still within the safe zone, and the squad near him had yet to lose a member.

If they made it to the final stage, Jiang Siming would have to face a 1v4 situation.

If he had a rifle, it wouldn't be a big deal, but with only a crossbow and an AWM, at most, he could take down two of them instantly.

The remaining two would be able to turn him into Swiss cheese while he reloaded.

So, Jiang Siming had to act first. He needed to take down two to have a chance at survival.

The crossbow silently emerged from the bushes once again.

Jiang Siming was smart; instead of targeting the closest enemy, he aimed at the farthest one.

If he took out the farthest, the others would assume the enemy wasn't nearby, because logically, if someone were close, they would target the nearest enemy first.

Thunk!

Once again, Jiang Siming's crossbow didn't disappoint the viewers, not missing a single shot.

The arrow pierced precisely into the back of the enemy's helmet, deeply embedding itself.

"Someone shot me with a crossbow! It's 4AM's Ming!" shouted the captain of the Canadian NV team.

Ming – this ID had appeared dozens of times on the kill feed in just four games.

Though they hadn't encountered Jiang Siming before, in their eyes, he was a deadly killer, a powerhouse – something that all the teams unanimously acknowledged.

He often died early or got wiped out by other teams in the final circle, so they never got a chance to face him.

Now, having encountered him, the NV team was suddenly nervous.

This was a team-wiping demon who had taken out plenty of Korean and North American teams.

Jiang Siming's reputation preceded him. Despite only having played four games, his ID alone had become a force to be reckoned with.

"God! Why is this guy still using a crossbow? He used it at the start to kill AFF and RGS! Has he not changed his weapons this whole time?"

The NV players were shocked while frantically searching for Jiang Siming's whereabouts, hoping to locate and eliminate this "team-wiping monster."

But they found nothing. They hadn't even heard the sound of the crossbow shot.

It wasn't that they hadn't heard it; Jiang Siming was cunning enough to wait for gunfire from others before firing his crossbow, masking the sound.

Since no one was shooting at the moment, Jiang Siming didn't dare finish off the downed player.

The NV player was revived and quickly found cover to heal.

But unknowingly, he had taken cover directly in Jiang Siming's line of fire.

When another team started firing, Jiang Siming let loose another arrow.

The NV captain fell again.

"Hey man, stop targeting me! I'm suffering here~" the NV player shouted in mock surrender, but since full voice chat wasn't enabled in the game, Jiang Siming couldn't hear him.

As gunfire continued in the background, Jiang Siming reloaded his crossbow and fired again, downing another player.

"I can't find him! Where the heck is he hiding?" The remaining two NV players were sweating, desperately throwing smoke grenades to revive their teammates.

Thunk!

The third NV member fell.

With one player left, Jiang Siming pulled out his AWM and finished them with a single shot.

"I should've done this earlier; wiping a team this easily was way too fun."

Jiang Siming seemed to still want more...