"I’m just support staff, don’t kill ."
Staring at the dark muzzle, the Ming Group gunman shouted in terror.
"Don’t worry, I won’t kill so easily. Crippling your legs today can be considered a lesson for you."
Tang Ming coldly smiled, removed the clip from the gun, tossed the gun on the ground, and shot the other with the electronic gun before turning away.
"Who the hell is that bastard?"
After regaining mobility, the Ming Group mber endured the pain, trying to pull his legs out from among the branches, but the leg bones were pierced, making it impossible to move; the more he tried, the more it hurt, and eventually, he fainted from the pain.
This ti, Tang Ming was truly furious, mainly because these people brought real guns and even injured Shen Yan. If he showed rcy again, who knows what might happen next, so he decided to take them down one by one.
By the rushing river, two Red Team mbers covered each other as they approached the riverbank.
"Vulture, where do you think the Dark Group guys went? It’s like they suddenly disappeared."
One gunman asked gloomily.
"I can’t figure out what tricks they’re playing. Given our familiarity with the terrain, as soon as they show up, we can chase them to the end. But it’s been twenty minutes without a sight of them."
Vulture snorted dejectedly as he walked towards the river: "Leopard, cover . I’m dying of thirst from all this running."
"Okay, you drink first, then I’ll drink."
Leopard held his gun, keeping guard while backing toward the river.
Their coordination was perfect, allowing them to alternate jolts when encountering prey, trapping the opponent in a loop.
"The Dark Group bastards, their gun skills aren’t great, but their hiding techniques are excellent, hiding so well."
After arriving by the river, Vulture lifted his mask and crouched to drink.
As he crouched, he noticed his reflection in the water and was puzzled—he had lifted his mask, so why did the reflection still show the mask?
At that mont, a sharpened bamboo shot out of the water, with its sharp tip magnifying in Vulture’s eyes.
"Ah! My eyes!"
Vulture the Martial Artist fell backward, blood seeping from his fingers.
"What’s going on?"
Leopard’s face changed dramatically, and before he could finish speaking, he was struck, falling flat, shot.
"Poof." A silhouette burst from the underwater, directly shooting Vulture and Leopard.
"Bastard, you blinded my eye, I’ll kill you."
Three seconds later, Vulture ignored the competition, reaching for his gun to kill his opponent.
"Whoosh."
Just as Vulture raised his hand, Tang Ming hurled the bamboo, piercing Vulture’s wrist and pinning his right hand to the riverbank.
"Bastard, you dare such a vicious hand."
Leopard could move at this mont, imdiately drawing his gun, aiming at Tang Ming.
Before the gun could fire, Tang Ming rolled on the ground, grabbing a rock to throw at Leopard.
"Bang!"
The rock struck Leopard’s mask perfectly; though it didn’t shatter the mask, the strong impact knocked Leopard over.
As Leopard got up, another rock lood before his eyes, then...
"Clang clang clang."
Tang Ming held a rock and violently smashed it against Leopard’s mask. When the mask finally broke into pieces, Leopard was already unconscious.
"Huff huff huff."
Tang Ming stood, opened the walkie-talkie, and said coldly, "Three down, seven to go."
Before a response could co through the walkie-talkie, Tang Ming turned it off, resuming his hunt.
Hidden Lin Canghai and others were dumbfounded, unsure what triggered Tang Ming’s killing spree—this was just a competition!
"What was that screaming for help about earlier?"
A chubby Red Team mber mumbled as he walked through the forest: "Don’t know where that bastard Lin Canghai is hiding. If I see him, I’d shoot him dead. Too bad I couldn’t tell him apart at the start, otherwise, I’d..."
Before Qian Bujun could finish, the ground gave way, a vine wrapped around his foot, and he was hoisted into the air.
Tang Ming tugged on the vine, leapt from another tree, and tied the vine to another large tree.
"Bastard, I’ll... my gun."
Hoisted suddenly, Qian Bujun dropped his electronic gun and pistol to the ground, unable to resist.
"Fatty, by your size, I know you’re Qian Bujun."
Tang Ming’s icy voice sounded, looking playfully at Qian Bujun: "You’re still a Seven Stars peak martial master—without cultivation, you’re a waste."
"Bastard, are you Tang Xin? If you’re tough, let down and see how I deal with you?"
Qian Bujun shouted angrily.
"Idiot."
Tang Ming cursed, lifting the electronic gun and firing a shot.
"Ah!"
Qian Bujun scread, losing the will to resist.
Ten seconds later, Tang Ming fired another shot, disdainfully saying, "See? If I didn’t have to handle the others, I could sit here shooting you until the match ends. Can you calculate how many points I’d get?"
"Despicable, shaless..."
Qian Bujun feebly cursed.
"You carry real guns and dare call despicable. Believe it or not, I could kill you with your gun now."
Tang Ming kicked the gun on the ground, coldly questioning.
"I, I’ll shut up."
Qian Bujun, knowing when to yield, imdiately shut up, not daring to confront Tang Ming.
"Then stay put, if the vine breaks, falling from this height could kill you."
Tang Ming coldly smiled, turned, and left the scene.
As ti slowly passed, more Red Team mbers were severely injured in Tang Ming’s setups; even Zhao Tianba, the Cross Training Martial Master, was caught in a trap and hit by giant logs, coughing up blood!
However, he didn’t lose his defensive capabilities, so Tang Ming eventually abandoned dealing with him.
Tang Ming, having survived life and death battles in North Africa’s harsh environnt, once singlehandedly wiped out a rcenary army using terrain and traps. Handling the Ming Group was child’s play.
With ten minutes left in the match, Tang Ming ended the chase, having dealt with seven people; only Zhao Tianba, Wan Yong, and Fu Renjie remained active, but the match’s end was near.
Shen Yan hid in a cave, lost in her thoughts. When Tang Ming finished healing her, she pretended to faint, unsure how to face Tang Ming.
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