These prisoners could only rely on their physical skills to fight for their lives. The lethality of weapons and non-weapons in their hands was completely different, let alone firearms like grenades.
After all, there weren't many people in the world with a body as strong as Lin Yi's.
At this moment, those who were lucky enough to snatch the weapon first immediately became bloodthirsty killing gods.
"Is he complaining that he hasn't lost fast enough?" Zhao Feng pouted.
"Confidence, I understand." Lin Yi smiled back.
With the appearance of the first wave of weapon blind boxes, the killing rhythm of the entire battlefield suddenly increased by a notch. The scene instantly became bloody, and the death rate of prisoners increased rapidly.
It was worth mentioning that although Young Master Qi had chosen number four, he had not managed to snatch a weapon, but he was still strolling around the battlefield.
