Gazing at the shattered street and the boxes lying within, Jiang Wudao was expressionless, "The closer to the end, the more cunning the players become, even using mines."
One of his teammates seemed to be well-versed with mines, picked up a black fragment, and said, "This is a homemade claymore mine, utilizing not only gunpowder, but also a variety of shattered stones and tiles, mainly for shrapnel damage."
Jiang Wudao gazed at the crater over three meters in diameter, somewhat silent.
"The gunpowder must also be special."
"Yeah, it seems we have an 'artist' among our opponents," another teammate chuckled, "It's just a pity for your cousin."
Jiang Wudao snorted coldly, "He can be proud of having scoped out information for us."
Yet, the trio had no clue who had manufactured the mine.
In the academy, every student had their own preferences, which were not usually displayed until a special occasion, like the Supreme Cup, when they might be glimpsed.