【Attempt to fuse “Xiaoju’s Remnant Body” (25 USP Limited)?】
In the space of his consciousness, Meng Lang looked at the option, his heart stirring slightly.
“Xiaoju’s Remnant Body”?
A CN player?
He quickly skimmed the brief introduction provided by the system and discovered that this future star currently seemed to still be in the second- or third-tier scene domestically.
And he could actually produce a famous play recognized by the system?
A trace of surprise flashed through Meng Lang’s mind.
But he soon came to terms with it.
An FPS pro player’s performance depended too heavily on form and feel in the moment. Sometimes, even a second-tier player, if he “descended like a god” at a certain instant and entered some mysterious state, could pull off a heaven-shaking play that even first-tier star players could not replicate.
Perhaps this was also part of the charm of esports.
Thinking of this, he developed a strong interest in this USP highlight from a future CN player.
Without much hesitation, Meng Lang directly chose 【Yes】.
The next second, a familiar sense of weightlessness came over him!
Meng Lang’s consciousness once again plunged into that strange space of infinite rewind. His field of vision first hung high above the map, overlooking the whole situation.
“Anubis.”
Meng Lang recognized the map—at the current point in time, most players were still mainly experiencing this Egyptian-themed map in non-competitive modes such as casual and deathmatch.
Immediately afterward,
his vision plummeted at high speed.
As if entering a first-person perspective, he merged into the body of a defender. What he held in his hand was precisely the weapon he was about to experience—the USP!
The scene unfolded in an instant:
A life-and-death round, on the deciding map.
The attacking side, Team FlyQuest, organized a standard execute onto A site. Smoke grenades and flashbangs instantly blanketed the A area.
Meng Lang—or rather, the “Xiaoju” he had embodied at this moment—was defending near the A bombsite, behind a pillar.
Suddenly, a Molotov exploded beneath his feet. Scorching flames forced him to leave this cover immediately!
“Xiaoju” was forced to swing out from behind the pillar!
Almost at the same time,
the attackers’ flashbang arrived right on schedule!
At the critical moment, “Xiaoju” displayed astonishing reactions and fundamentals—a smooth turn of his back successfully avoided most of the blinding effect!
The instant his vision recovered, danger was already upon him! Five Ts had already rushed to close range!
However, “Xiaoju” showed not the slightest panic. The USP in his hand seemed to have come alive!
Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!!
Crisp, rhythmic gunshots rang out one after another!
Almost without any interval!
Every shot landed precisely on the head!
The five Ts were like puppets with a program written in advance, collapsing one after another! The entire process was as smooth as flowing clouds and running water, the visual impact shocking—it was practically as if they were… lining up to be executed!
From being forced out by the fire, to turning from the flash, to wiping the team with five consecutive USP headshots, the whole process took only around ten seconds!
“Clean and decisive…”
Meng Lang praised inwardly.
What this clutch showcased was an extremely terrifying mastery of the USP, extraordinary crosshair placement, and a strong heart capable of remaining calm under intense pressure.
Perhaps because he had previously successfully fused Niko’s Desert Eagle Remnant Body, the Desert Eagle was also a pistol. Although its characteristics were different, certain basic feelings regarding pistol shooting and wrist control seemed to have a kind of transferable effect.
At this moment, an inexplicable confidence rose in Meng Lang’s heart—the last time he fused the Scout clutch, it had taken him seventeen attempts to clear it!
This time, he was confident he could take it down within ten attempts!
Next, after three brief failures, Meng Lang was not discouraged. Instead, he focused even more on experiencing the feel of every shot he fired.
He quickly grasped the key—the USP’s shooting rhythm. This gun’s magazine only had 12 rounds; it could not spray like Dual Berettas. He had to master the rhythm of tap firing.
This rhythm was also closely related to distance:
At close-to-mid range, he could use rapid bursts of 2–4 shots, aiming at the chest or head area and using its high accuracy to create suppression;
At long range, he had to switch to precise single taps,
and moreover…
During his fourth attempt, Meng Lang realized that at long range, the USP’s trajectory was prone to drifting upward. If he aimed directly at the head, the bullet was very likely to fly over it. But if he aimed at the enemy’s chest or neck, he could use the recoil to let the bullet naturally “float” toward the head.
“So that’s how it is…”
Meng Lang suddenly understood. No wonder when he had just watched Xiaoju’s perspective, from the second consecutive tap onward, he had always felt that something was off. He had habitually placed his crosshair on the head, yet ignored the ballistic characteristics of different firearms themselves.
In addition, during these few attempts, he also discovered something that had not been fully displayed in Xiaoju’s original five-kill. Compared to other pistols, the USP could still maintain fairly high accuracy when jumping and shooting in midair, which undoubtedly increased its mobility and unpredictability.
After integrating all this information—rhythm, sense of distance, and use of ballistics—Meng Lang took a deep breath and began his fifth attempt!
However, this time the opening gave him a “surprise”!
Unlike the previous four attempts, this time, just as he was burned out from behind the pillar, a grenade exploded almost at the same time not far from his feet!
“Boom!”
With a grenade-and-fire combo coming down on him, the shockwave of the explosion caused Meng Lang’s movement speed to plummet. Even worse, his health dropped by half directly!
“What the hell!”
Meng Lang almost laughed from anger.
This meant his margin for error had become extremely low. Originally, he might have needed to be shot twice to die; now, he might be gone after taking just one bullet!
Under normal circumstances, with such an unfavorable opening, directly giving up and rewinding to restart would be the optimal choice.
But Meng Lang, who had been angered into laughter, instead had his temper provoked!
Fine, fine, fine!
So this is how you want to play, huh!
All right!
I’m going to go head-to-head with you today!
Meng Lang did not choose to rewind. Instead, carrying the USP, enduring the slowing effect and half health, he resolutely charged out!
The attackers’ flashbang arrived right on schedule!
Meng Lang skillfully turned his back to the flash, took down one T first, and then took a shot to the body!
His health instantly hit the bottom, leaving him with only a dozen or so HP!
With this, his margin for error was directly reduced to zero. He was truly hanging by a thread!
However, under this extreme pressure, Meng Lang’s mind entered an unprecedented state of focus. All the insights about the USP he had integrated earlier now seemed to turn into muscle memory and instinct!
Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft—!
Four crisp, rhythmic gunshots!
The USP’s muzzle and crosshair shook up and down in what seemed like an irregular pattern!
However, the four Ts rushing out from beyond the doorway seemed to have entered some mysterious serving window, once again reenacting the scene of “lining up to be executed,” collapsing in neat order!
Five kills!
Cleared!
Beautiful—!
Meng Lang cheered for himself inwardly.
Five attempts!
He had successfully cleared it in half the ten attempts he had expected, and a sense of accomplishment naturally welled up within him.
Unlike when he first fused “Xiaodong’s Remnant Body” and faced that unbelievable Scout five-kill, feeling at a loss and faintly frustrated, the current Meng Lang had gradually adapted to and begun enjoying this process of challenging himself and breaking through himself.
He would even set small goals for himself, such as reducing the number of rewinds, or cracking the sudden “little surprises” that the mirrored players in the system threw at him, like just now.
At this moment, the system’s mechanical voice once again sounded in his mind:
【Congratulations, host, for completing “Xiaoju’s” USP five-kill defense simulation!】
【Under immense pressure, you gripped that silent killer mockingly called the “default sidearm,” and with calmness beyond your limits and tap shots that never missed, injected a shot of adrenaline into the team to reverse heaven and earth.】
【“Xiaoju’s Remnant Body” fusion complete! When the host is equipped with a USP, base marksmanship +15!】
In an instant, a subtle understanding regarding the feel, rhythm, and confidence of the USP flowed like a trickling stream into Meng Lang’s consciousness and muscle memory.
That hit the spot!
Meng Lang secretly rejoiced.
The next second, the scene before his eyes shattered, and he returned to the real world once again.