The Strongest Brain in the Interstellar

Huan Xian’s movements were quick, and when his opponent acted decisively, there was no trace left behind.

Jiang Hui and Zhou Xiuwen only heard three short gunshots, and it seemed like it was all over.

Then, the two of them noticed Huan Xian’s hand, which had been on the trigger, falter for a moment, and a vague, questioning sound came from his throat: “Hmm?”

Immediately, there was another gunshot, but this time, the sound was different from the previous ones. It seemed farther away?

Zhou Xiuwen didn’t think much of it; he was more concerned about Jiang Hui’s situation.

After a while, when Huan Xian remained still, Zhou Xiuwen couldn’t help but send a mental signal to him.

‘Is it done yet?’

‘…’

Just as Zhou Xiuwen was about to say something else, he heard Huan Xian speak in a low voice: “Aren’t you coming out?”

Coming out… coming out from where? Both Zhou Xiuwen and the pain-stricken Jiang Hui were immediately drawn to Huan Xian’s strange words. Who was Huan Xian talking to?

The silent bushland gave no response, not even the sound of the wind.

No one?

“If you come out now, I can give you the opportunity to come out in three star seconds. If you haven’t made up your mind, then there’s nothing I can do. One, two…” Huan Xian continued speaking to himself.

“Hey, hey, wait a minute, why so sudden? It’ll take me some time to get up. How can you count so fast? You haven’t even finished saying ‘one’ and you’re already at ‘two’,” a somewhat familiar voice called out.

Hidden behind a low rock, Jiang Hui froze for a moment. Why did this voice sound so familiar?

“I need you to come out. Stop hiding, I can see you. If I wanted to make a move, I would’ve shot already, why would I wait for you to act just now?” Huan Xian said, a hint of impatience in his voice.

“…What do you want to do? Why not just eliminate me directly? I know you can do that.” Xierman was genuinely puzzled.

He deliberately lured Kent and his group over here. As expected, everything went smoothly. Those arrogant fools fell right into his trap and chased after him. Then, as he had anticipated, they were wiped out by their enemies.

The last one, the one who had initially caused him so much trouble, was also eliminated by Xierman at the perfect opportunity.

When the person fell, locked onto by the simulation vest, their eyes quietly stared at him, as if unable to believe that their so-called flawless team had been outwitted by Xierman, leading them into a trap and ending the game in such an undignified way.

Xierman felt a sense of satisfaction as he watched. These guys were always so fond of scheming, treating others like pigs to be slaughtered, throwing them away once they were no longer useful, looking down from above, and using despicable tactics. They had the ability to defeat others with straightforward methods, yet they always chose such unpleasant ways. Did they never consider that they too could end up in such a humiliating situation?

But it wasn’t over yet.

His grudge with Kent had been set. Once they were out, he would seek Kent out and have a serious talk.

However, Xierman’s journey was probably nearing its end. Though it hadn’t gone exactly as planned, when he and his team arrived, the chaotic battle seemed to have just finished. The expert hiding in the shadows had not missed a single shot and had eliminated their four-person team, all of whom were skilled in shooting.

Although a bit unwilling, Xierman had to admit that with just his own strength, he couldn’t take on these four skilled shooters. This was why he hadn’t chosen a straightforward confrontation but had instead followed them secretly. He felt quite humiliated, a sense of frustration he had never experienced before.

Admitting that one’s ability was inferior wasn’t easy. But Xierman knew deep down that with his average shooting skills, it was almost impossible to take down all four of those highly coordinated shooters. He had tried, but had nearly been discovered—luckily, he had managed to escape just in time.

The fact that he had managed to cause trouble for them without being detected was the best form of revenge he could have hoped for.

Now, he had completed his ultimate revenge. These four confident individuals were ultimately outwitted by him, trapped and made into someone else’s nutrients. This would likely trouble them for quite some time.

As for whether he himself would be eliminated as someone’s easy target, Xierman no longer cared. He had already prepared himself for it.

He might not be able to take on Kent’s team, let alone the powerful hidden expert who could easily eliminate them.

Xierman thought that making it this far was actually pretty good. Maybe it would be better if the opponent just finished him off with a shot… Well, that was still unlikely.

By the time Xierman reacted, he had subconsciously held his breath and hidden himself, taking advantage of the terrain to blend in.

Hmm… After all these days, it seemed like he had gotten used to hiding.

If the opponent found him now, there would be nothing he could do. If they didn’t find him, that would be great—better yet, if they didn’t find him and just left, he would truly be free.

But the opponent was also acting strangely, almost as if they had already predicted where he was, shouting at him from a distance.

Come out?

Was this person thinking too highly of themselves, trying to lure him out with this kind of trick? This kind of tactic had been overused long ago. It was a common trope in early human-themed films and TV shows, and at one point, it was quite popular.

He wasn’t going out. Only a fool would fall for such a ruse.

But to his surprise, the person continued to repeat the same line, even threatening to take action.

Something about giving him “three star minutes”… Was this person trying to fool him?

If they had really found his position, they wouldn’t be wasting time like this. They’d have already shot countless holes into him by now. Why bother dragging it out like this? Xierman muttered to himself, still thinking the person was just trying to scare him—until he heard them start counting down impatiently.

The moment the first count began, Xierman realized something was wrong. He felt a shift in the air, as if an invisible force had locked onto him at that very moment.

Even though he didn’t dare move and couldn’t see, he could sense as if a pair of eyes and a black, ominous gun barrel were aimed directly at him. If the person even moved a finger, there would be no way for him to escape elimination.

So the person wasn’t bluffing after all—they had truly locked onto his position and were ready to strike at any moment.

A wise man knows when to yield.

Although Xierman didn’t hold much hope for what the unknown enemy was saying, the fact that they hadn’t taken action immediately upon discovering him meant that there was something about him that was attracting their attention, or perhaps the opponent needed him for something or to cooperate in some way.

What did they need him for… What would happen after those seconds were over? Xierman didn’t know the exact answer, but his instincts made the choice for him.