Dawn finally arrived.
At the edge of the Faiyum Desert, the camp of the Bedouin tribe was filled with the rising smoke of cooking fires.
Omar, with a physique like an ancient War God walking from a battlefield, had dark, gleaming skin and rippling muscles, each packed with explosive power, seemingly able to tear a cal apart effortlessly.
His arms were as thick as the trunks of poplar trees in the desert, with veins running like ancient vines across them, showcasing his imnse strength.
He had already taken off his shirt, revealing a bare upper body, with a broad sword hanging from his waist. A blood-red gem embedded in the hilt emitted a bloodthirsty glow.
At this mont, he was stretching his limbs at the edge of the field, accepting the flattery and cheers from his underlings.
It had to be said, this guy was even more robust than Song Heping had imagined.
Previously, wearing an Arabic robe, he just seed tall. Now, with his clothes off, each bulging muscle exuded a strong sense of power.
Especially those fists.
As large as teapots.
One could only imagine the feeling of those fists landing on the body.
Song Heping stood beside the old chieftain, his gaze like a sword, directly facing Omar.
He knew that behind this seemingly rough militiaman leader lurked the shadow of Mossad, the Israeli intelligence agents infiltrating the lands of the Middle East and North Africa, bribing ard organizations, and weaving webs of intrigue.
And now, he was their target.
Omar proposed to use the "Warrior Law" to resolve the issue. At first, Song Heping didn't understand what kind of law it was.
It was Nura who explained it to him, revealing that it was an ancient rule used by the Bedouins to resolve irreconcilable disputes.
In simple terms, it was a duel.
The warring parties engage in a life-and-death duel, with the victor having the final say.
To the Bedouins, if soone could win, they were considered to be blessed by God, even if their claim was unreasonable. It was seen as God's will.
Of course, to Song Heping, who grew up under the red flag in New Hua Country and received modern education, this law seed absurd and primitive.
But Omar's confidence gave Song Heping hope for resolving the current predicant.
Maybe Omar was overly confident in his own combat abilities.
He assud this seemingly short China person had no fighting prowess and could be easily killed.
If Omar killed Song Heping, it would an he had completed half of his goal while also forcing old Ahd to hand over Nura.
It would be perfect!
Old Ahd was in a difficult position.
But as a Bedouin, adhering to ancient laws was a principle they could not violate.
For thousands of years, their lifestyle and tribal managent had hardly changed. They believed in these near-primitive laws and survival rules as the secret to their tribe's survival over millennia, sothing that could not be defied.
At this critical mont for old Ahd, Song Heping, on the contrary, stepped forward with delight, agreeing to accept the challenge.
Both parties prepared for a night according to the rules.
According to ancient law, the dueling parties could only use cold weapons—such as the sword.
This ant Song Heping would engage in blade combat with Omar.
"You're crazy."
Nura had lost count of how many tis she had said this to Song Heping.
"Omar is an open warrior. He has killed no less than ten enemies with this thod. Around here, no one dares to play by these rules with him. You can choose not to accept, at most be expelled. We can escape, and I'll help you shake them off. At least that way, you'll have a better chance!"
Song Heping acknowledged Nura's good intentions.
In fact, Song Heping had considered Nura's suggestion.
Trying to escape two hundred pursuers depended on their familiarity with the desert, which was not less than Nura's.
How to escape?
Even as a top special soldier, surviving such a pursuit would be impossible.
Unexpectedly, soone gave him a pillow when he was sleepy.
Omar, confident in his combat abilities, actually dared to challenge him to a duel?
Damn!
Song Heping secretly laughed.
But outwardly, he appeared as if forced to the edge, worried and seemingly hopeless.
Exactly.
Omar was strong.
But so what?
Physical size isn't decisive in military combat.
Omar might be fierce, but Song Heping wasn't just any opponent.
Song Heping loved challenges by nature.
The stronger the adversity, the stronger he beca.
Omar ignited his competitive spirit.
Years ago, when he first t White Bear, it was in a US Army bar in the Green Zone. They had a ring fight then, where Song Heping unexpectedly defeated White Bear, causing most of the Aricans present to lose their bets.
This ti, Song Heping was determined to replay history.
The center of the tribe's open ground was cleared, becoming the stage for this life-and-death duel.
The surrounding Bedouins and Omar's n ford a massive circle, with all eyes focused on Song Heping and Omar.
Song Heping took off his coat, revealing a sleek upper body.
His muscles were smooth and tight, not as imposing as Omar's, but each muscle seed ticulously sculpted, brimming with strength and agility.
From the sidelines, Nura's eyes revealed a different kind of light as she watched the bare-chested Song Heping.
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