Four of them jumped into the air at the same time and stood at the top of the ruins.
The three veteran hunters stared at Meng Chao, unable to believe their eyes.
Meanwhile, Meng Chao stared at Man-eating Shark Zhou Chong eagerly. "Senior Zhou, how long did I last?"
"Exactly… three minutes."
Zhou Chong did not hide the surprise and admiration in his voice.
When elites fought, the victor would be decided in an instant.
The three minutes were enough for the three veteran hunters' skin to get covered in cold sweat from their shock.
And if they were to really judge who won, then Meng Chao should have won by a small margin.
After all, he was the "escapee" and the three veteran hunters were the "pursuers".
It was clear that the escapee would not care about the damages to the buildings in the lair and the injuries the innocent citizens suffered.
That was the responsibility of the pursuers.
