The battle had reached a fever pitch, and the allied forces, with no escape, burst forth with astonishing combat power. They countercharged, entangling with the enemy in close quarters. Although Luo Zheng had employed tactics for a massive counteroffensive, eliminating most of the enemy, the enemy's single soldier combat power was exceptionally strong, capable of one-on-one duels against the likes of the scholars and on par with the Hook Tribe's ard forces in one-on-three or even one-on-five encounters.
Like cornered beasts, but these were well-trained killing machines, they didn't opt for a desperate retreat but launched a counter charge instead. This impressed Luo Zheng, who directed his team through the earpiece to charge. Particularly, fifty Hook Tribe fighters who hadn't engaged yet, fresh troops, stord in with wild gunfire, taking out separated enemies and joining the fray.
Luo Zheng took a quick glance; the enemy was down to sixty or seventy n, most wounded, while his side still had over two hundred. Outnumbering them three to one, victory was only a matter of ti, allowing him a sigh of relief when suddenly a series of screams from one side caught his extraordinary attention. Luo Zheng turned his head in shock. There were three n charging with arrow-like precision, each holding a dark long knife, dressed as ninjas.
"Bastard." Luo Zheng exclaid upon seeing ninjas, recognizing the familiar figure of the one leading them. The three charged like arrows, unstoppable, creating showers of blood in their wake, heading straight for him. Luo Zheng imdiately understood, and raised his sniper rifle.
With two armor-piercing bullets left in the sniper rifle, Luo Zheng swiftly aid, but the enemy seed to sense this, sidestepping in a bizarre zigzag manner, making it hard to lock onto them. Lan Xue noticed too, her face changed drastically, urgently calling through the earpiece, "Ghost Hand, Mountain Eagle, get over here to help." She herself raised her M4 and began firing.
However, these three were extrely cunning, charging into crowded places, moved quickly, and after a few shots, Lan Xue realized her comrades surrounded her, risking friendly fire, and had to stop firing, standing in front of Luo Zheng with a cold expression, eyes locked grimly on the three charging enemies.
"Whoosh!" Luo Zheng seized the opportunity to shoot, sending an armor-piercing incendiary bomb whistling toward the first ninja, whose body bizarrely halted, dodging the bullet by leaning back. However, a ninja behind him, trying to dodge other bullets, ran into the bullet's path, getting pierced through, exploding instantly into pieces, engulfed in flas, terrifyingly so.
At this mont, the first ninja suddenly picked up speed, with the other ninja being held up by the scholar and his n. Calmly, Lan Xue pulled out her Tiger Teeth military knife, her eyes narrowing to slits as she locked onto the ninja, waiting for him to co within about ten ters before her. Lan Xue pushed off forcefully with her foot, her body launching like a cannonball toward the ninja, with an imposing, murderous aura.
The ninja swung his blade coldly to cleave down, swift as lightning, accompanied by an audible sonic boom, his speed frightening, yet Lan Xue, instead of retreating, accelerated further, performing a flying slide past him, her body inclining to the ground to dodge the ninja's deadly strike, delivering a fierce kick instead.
This ninja seed to have anticipated Lan Xue's move, crouching slightly, remaining still, allowing her kick to hit his leg, unperturbed, as steady as a rock. Lan Xue felt a terrifying recoil impact her, her entire leg going numb, shocked, she propelled herself off the ground with her hands, rapidly rolling away, evading the ninja's powerful downward slash ant to end her.
The ninja slowly stood, withdrew his blade lodged in the ground, coldly watching Lan Xue, his fierce gaze emotionless. Spotting Luo Zheng, he suddenly sprang forward, leaping towards him like a hunting leopard. Luo Zheng understood his physical state couldn't counterattack, his eyes fierce. He quickly tossed aside the sniper rifle, drawing his Type 92 handgun. Against such a skilled opponent, dodging was impossible in his condition, so risking a cut, he aid to kill the ninja.
Ghost Hand and Mountain Eagle charged in from the sides, shouting furiously, attacking with reverse grips on their military knives, one offensive, one defensive, in perfect harmony. The ninja's slash was fast as lightning, forcing Mountain Eagle into hasty retreat, while Ghost Hand leapt forward, his hands flashing, forming five ghostly shadows swiftly attacking the ninja's throat, a must-defend situation for the opponent, executed rapidly.
The ninja didn't dodge, instead suddenly lifting his foot, delivering a kick twice as fast as Ghost Hand's attack, striking Ghost Hand's chest, sending him flying five or six ters, landing heavily on the ground. anwhile, Lan Xue lunged from behind to attack, her sharp Tiger Teeth knife aiming directly for the enemy's head.
Silently, the attack ca quick as a flash, condensing all of Lan Xue's energy and spirit into one strike. Facing such a fearso foe, Lan Xue knew her chances were slim, the longer the delay, the worse, urging her to take the risk while her physical strength lasted.
This ninja seed to have eyes on the back of his head, not turning as his body wriggled, slightly leaning forward, a whip-leg sweeping back with a distinct slicing sound, a chilling force, murderous intent like frost. Lan Xue noticed the enemy's lean, barely dodging her knife edge. With his leg striking, she only had two choices: rush in and grapple up, or evade.
Yet thinking of Luo Zheng's life being in danger, Lan Xue pushed hard with her foot, suddenly accelerating forward, aiming to lock the adversary's neck with one arm for a stab to the eye with her knife. Others might not know the ninja's clothing's toughness, but Lan Xue knew well, ordinary bullets couldn't penetrate it, and her knife strike was useless; the only weak spot was the exposed eyes.
But Lan Xue was fast as the ninja was faster. Just as she closed in, the ninja leapt forward, widening the distance and swinging his powerful whip-leg, sweeping Lan Xue's waist hard, flinging her five or six ters away, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting blood.
Lan Xue's plan was excellent, her tactics decisive. If she had managed to wrap her arm around his neck from behind, it would have been impossible for him to shake off, but at the crucial mont, the ninja had leapt a significant step forward, widening the distance and his sweeping whip-leg unstoppable, revealing technique's inadequacy against absolute strength.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Luo Zheng opened fire, a series of angry bullets sent forth, but he saw his vision blur, losing sight of the target. Luo Zheng knew trouble was coming, retreating swiftly, watching the ninja dart from the ground, like a swallow skimming water, aiming quickly.
"Bastard, die." Mountain Eagle roared, lunging forward, trying to pin the ninja down sohow.
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