"Switch it over. We need to know what’s happening on the ground, and we need to keep track of these human traffickers."
"Yes, sir!"
Li Shuo responded and began fiddling with the computer, quickly switching to the drone’s feed.
The drone hovered in the air, overlooking the forest. Under Li Shuo’s control, it moved forward, and the cara angle lowered until it matched the real-ti location sent by Zhang Beixing.
The drone couldn’t go any lower! The trees here were just too dense! If the drone descended further, the only outco would be leaves and branches getting caught in the rotors, rendering it instantly inoperable.
"Shit!" Seeing this, Inspector Bai couldn’t help but curse. These human traffickers are so damn cunning! he fud internally. To choose such a concealed location! No wonder they’ve committed so many cris without being caught. The drone can’t see a thing, and going up the mountain is too slow. How are we supposed to find them?!
...
Inspector Bai was frantic and extrely distressed.
Little did he know that, at that very mont, up on the mountain, the group of traffickers was facing a similar predicant. They saw their companions lying unconscious on the ground, uncertain if they were dead or alive. And then there was Zhang Beixing—who had felled a trafficker with a single punch—his clothes torn and bloody, yet his breathing steady and his expression cold.
The trafficker leader and the two remaining n were on the verge of a ntal collapse.
God only knew what they had experienced in the past few minutes! They had watched helplessly as their comrades charged at Zhang Beixing. Then, one by one, every single one of them was knocked down by Zhang Beixing, left lying on the ground, either foaming at the mouth or with eyes rolled back, their life status unknown.
It was only because these three had charged more slowly that they had initially avoided the sa fate. But their reprieve wouldn’t last much longer; it was clear this guy had no intention of sparing them.
What the hell kind of monster is this? What *is* he?! Watching Zhang Beixing, the three of them scread this inwardly, utterly horrified. In all our lives, we’ve never t anyone as skilled a fighter as Zhang Beixing! Think about it, there were about ten of us, all ard with knives! Hell, with our numbers, even if ’Brother Pheasant’ or Chen Haonan themselves had shown up, *we* could have chopped *them* into minceat! But now, against Zhang Beixing... aside from inflicting a few superficial scrapes and bruises on him, we’ve achieved absolutely nothing else! If you were going to be this damn good, you should have said so earlier! If we knew you were this incredible, we would’ve packed up and run away ages ago! Why would we have stayed to fight you head-on?!
Watching Zhang Beixing finish his work and fix his fierce, oppressive gaze on them as he walked step by step in their direction, the three remaining traffickers felt a particular panic grip their hearts. They knew Zhang Beixing was coming for them next. He was absolutely not going to let them off.
"What do we do?"
The three exchanged glances, each seeing the panic mirrored in the others’ eyes. Clearly, even the trafficker leader, who usually steadied their group’s nerves, was at a loss when faced with the ferociously powerful Zhang Beixing. But things had already progressed to this point; no amount of indecision would help them now.
They watched Zhang Beixing draw closer and closer; he was only a couple more steps from attacking them. The trafficker leader’s dormant ferocity was fully aroused. He gripped his knife tightly and glared nacingly at Zhang Beixing, then glanced at his two disoriented companions and growled, "What are you afraid of? Fight!"
"In the end, he’s just one person! Besides, that fight just now must have drained a lot of his stamina. He must be putting on a brave front—strong on the outside but weak on the inside! He’s just forcing himself to stand! We’re three, and our strength is intact. Three against one, the advantage is ours! Are we really going to be afraid of him?"
The trafficker leader forcefully bolstered his own courage, trying to brainwash himself into bravery.
"Let him get a little closer, and then we strike! You go for his legs, you aim for his stomach, and I’ll take his head! I refuse to believe he can dodge all three of us attacking him from different directions at once!" the trafficker leader whispered, his face a mask of madness—a common state for soone pushed to a desperate, life-or-death struggle.
Hearing his words, the other two forcibly cald themselves and nodded. They tensed their bodies, staring fixedly at Zhang Beixing, their hands trembling as they gripped their knives.
Then, just as Zhang Beixing lifted his leg to step forward, the three n’s eyes turned fierce. Seizing the mont, they simultaneously swung their knives at him.
Side slashes, horizontal chops, and vertical cleaves! The three machetes glead with a cold light, each strike aid for a vital point, determined to take Zhang Beixing’s life.
Seeing their attack, Zhang Beixing’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he remained completely unflustered. Having already experienced the bloody battle, he had fully adapted. The leg he had advanced was rely a feint. After baiting their attacks, he abruptly changed direction, pulling his body backward.
WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH—
Three slicing sounds cut through the air as the blades whistled past Zhang Beixing’s leg, hitting nothing but air. Their knives then crashed together with a sharp CLANG! sending sparks flying.
Startled by this, the three imdiately tried to withdraw their knives to strike at Zhang Beixing again. But Zhang Beixing gave them no such chance. He pressed forward, stepping hard on the machete the trafficker leader had brought down, trapping it. Then, he stretched out both hands, directly executing a Mount Hua Split; his palms struck upwards heavily against the chins of the n standing on either side of the leader. A crisp CRACK of impact rang out, and the terrifying force radiated outwards, instantly knocking them both unconscious.
At that mont, the leader realized he couldn’t free his knife. Abandoning the attempt, he reached into his pocket for a dagger to stab at Zhang Beixing. But Zhang Beixing, having already dealt with the other two traffickers, was faster. He landed a ’Double Peaks Piercing Ears’ strike first.
His palms, like two heavy iron mallets, smashed hard against the leader’s ears.
BUZZ—
The trafficker leader felt his head go blank, as if his brain had been violently scrambled. Before he could make another move, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth, completely unconscious.
It looked as though it was resolved easily in just a few moves, but the deadly peril involved was unknown to outsiders. Such life-or-death struggles were exactly like this—resolved in an instant; either you die, or I live. There was no need for protracted back-and-forth exchanges; it was just that swift and decisive.
This was true mortal combat!
With that, Zhang Beixing had dealt with all the human traffickers.
Scanning the area and finding no one left standing, Zhang Beixing finally let out a deep breath. Feeling the fatigue and soreness in his body, and releasing the breath he had held throughout the fight, he then stood still and perford the closing movents of the Yue Family’s Fist.
RUSTLE, RUSTLE, RUSTLE—
During this ti, the sound of hurried, ssy footsteps ca from the small woods.
"Hurry, hurry!"
"It’s right up ahead."
The police officers, who had been racing toward the scene, finally arrived nearby. Anxiety was etched on their faces. But when they drew closer and saw the scene before them, they were montarily stunned. The violent cri scene involving traffickers they had expected was nowhere to be found. They only saw a disheveled, blood-soaked man standing in the forest, assuming a posture of exhalation and breath regulation.
Seeing this, they were montarily unable to process it.
But before they could figure anything out...
"HA—HUFF!"
The man suddenly let out a low cry. As he exhaled, sweat visibly poured from his pores, washing away the blood on his skin. Instantly, a white mist of steam rose from his entire body, enveloping him in a hazy cloud.
The police officers: ???
The police officers: !!!
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