บท 244: Half of Death

"This won't do, Old Feng. If this goes on, I'll have no more strength to continue!"

After picking up all of the prizes, Big Pineapple climbed up from under the cliff with the help of Feng Luo, then lay on the soil, panting.

Unlike Feng Luo—who had no need to move throughout the sniping process—as a Light Armor Warrior, albeit a "knockoff," he always had to move forward to pin the target during action. Plus, he had to do the hard labor of picking up equipment every time. Hence, his physical exertion was far greater than that of Feng Luo, and his character's status deterioration was faster, too.

"No eating, nor drinking—no more energy!" Big Pineapple said, lying down.

"Who made something for you just now? But you didn't eat." Feng Luo, not feeling very tired, on the other hand, was still alert and holding Barrett in his hands.

"Please! Those worms? With the heads removed? Aren't you afraid of poisoning me?!"