The Glorious Bomb is a tradition among the soldiers of Huaxia Country, carrying a touch of tragic heroism. When survival is impossible, one pulls the Glorious Bomb to perish with the enemy. Luo Zheng also has a Glorious Bomb, but he won't bring it out until the very last mont, and when he does, it's not for suicide but to destroy the sniper rifle, as it belongs to the nation and must never fall into enemy hands.
Luo Zheng watched as the enemies flanking him on both sides ca closer and let out a disdainful cold laugh. He glanced ahead, where the enemy knocked down to the ground slowly got up, while the roar of fighter jets grew nearer. Staying ant certain death—it's ti for one last desperate struggle. With a cold expression, Luo Zheng pulled the pin from a grenade and tossed it into the pile of sniper rifle parts. He drew a pistol and charged down the hillside, unleashing an earth-shaking roar full of endless defiance and fury, like a berserk War God.
"Puff puff puff!" Luo Zheng launched a counter-charge at the enemy—a solo charge, yet carrying the montum of a thousand troops. The bullets from his pistol seed almost guided, constantly killing the enemies who reacted and tried to shoot back. His feet moved with the swiftness of a tiger descending a mountain.
The bodies of the enemy to his sides fired, but the slope and trees obscured their sight, coupled with Luo Zheng's incredible speed—before they could aim, he was already gone. At this mont of life and death, Luo Zheng unleashed astonishing potential, stretching a long white streak in the Void, continuously shooting targets as he advanced.
The pistol ran out of bullets; there was no ti to reload, nor were any spare bullets. Luo Zheng discarded it casually, and the pistol sank into the surrounding snowy ground. It had fulfilled its final mission. By then, Luo Zheng had already reached the enemy's front, drawing out the Dragon Tooth Military Saber.
"Kill!" Luo Zheng roared, like rolling thunder, the sound carrying endless fighting spirit, echoing through the mountains and fields. The Dragon Tooth Long Sword was unsheathed, its cold light like eternal ice and snow, emanating a chilling aura of death. The sword swept up a surging killing intent, rushing toward the enemy ranks.
With Tiger Teeth in his left hand and Dragon Tooth in his right, Luo Zheng at that mont resembled a War God, exuding heroic dominance as he charged into the enemy crowd. The sword danced and carved out a terrifying streak of death, slicing off an enemy's head, with blood gushing from the chest cavity, the body standing shakily and eerily in sunlight.
Fighter jets roared overhead, while both sides clashed fiercely, preventing bombings on the slope. Luo Zheng had calculated this, continuing to focus on the enemies ahead without glancing up, his tiger eyes gleaming with icy light and murderous intent. His Dragon Tooth Long Sword swept up vortexes of death, enveloping the enemies.
The Invisible Blade Skill was brought to its full potential at this mont.
Two enemies attacked from the sides, but Luo Zheng acted as if he didn't see them, stepping swiftly between the two. The Dragon Tooth cleaved a terrifying streak, instantly tearing open an enemy's throat, raising a blood arrow. Across ca a stride, left hand entwining, as swift as lightning he hugged one enemy into his arms, reverse-gripped Tiger Teeth Saber effortlessly cutting open the opponent's body, releasing the hold, letting the opponent's corpse slump to the ground.
A gust of wind rushed past his ears, signaling danger. Luo Zheng crouched down without turning his head, countering with a slash, slicing off an incoming pair of hands along with the steel gun. Blood gushed onto the ground, leading to a piercing scream from the opponent, who rolled on the ground in agony.
With the Dragon Tooth Long Sword retracted, Luo Zheng's footing slipped, the sword slashing forward. Cries of agony arose as three enemies fell in pain, clutching their blood-gushing legs, emitting harrowing screams that carried far and wide, chilling the heart. At this point, Luo Zheng rose swiftly, his tiger brows furrowed, eyes sharp as blades, lips pressed tight like Knife's edge, coldly surveying the nearby attacking enemies.
"Kill!" Luo Zheng roared once more, his voice bursting forth with endless fighting spirit, echoing like Thunder, making enemies pause in shock, their attacks subconsciously slowing a fraction. Seizing the mont, Luo Zheng slashed horizontally with Dragon Tooth, ripping through two enemies' throats like a bolt of lightning.
Before the two enemies could cry out, Luo Zheng stepped forward swiftly, piercing one man's heart with Tiger Teeth Saber in his left hand, twisting it decisively, withdrawing it briskly, raising a blood arrow to veer away from an incoming shot from an enemy at an angle. He released the Tiger Teeth to fly like a projectile, hitting the opponent squarely in the chest.
The opponent stared at Luo Zheng in shock and disbelief, unable to comprehend failing at such ambush, nor understanding why Luo Zheng could still kill him amidst the siege. His body stiffened as a tide of infinite darkness surrounded, and with the last flicker of consciousness, he sensed soone rush over and retrieve the knife that killed him, before his body crashed to the ground.
Retrieving Tiger Teeth Saber, Luo Zheng continued the slaughter as an enemy charged aggressively, brandishing a steel gun to strike. The Dragon Tooth Long Sword thrusted forward, transforming into an unstoppable sharp sword, stabbing the enemy's heart, twisting and withdrawing fluidly, kicking aside another on the flank.
This cold weapon combat demonstrated the advantage of a longer reach, being stronger with length, riskier when shorter. Luo Zheng combined long and short weapons, making up for disadvantages and maximizing advantages fully, without restraints or concerns, venting his internal dissatisfaction and rage.
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Nearly simultaneously, many people gathered at the Fourth Squadron command center, eyes glued to the wide electronic screen displaying live satellite video footage of Luo Zheng slaughtering the enemy. Witnessing Luo Zheng courageously defeating foes one by one, none dared cheer or express excitent. Everyone was worried for Luo Zheng—the enemies numbered over a hundred, fighter jets overhead, more foes surrounding—it was an ominous situation.
Except for one—Tiger King, who was deeply concerned for the safety of the Fourth Squadron. Stationed in the command center for the past two days, Tiger King watched Luo Zheng fiercely battle, wielding the Invisible Blade Skill flawlessly with each move lethal, achieving true form and intention overflow. After this battle, the blade skill will undergo a qualitative breakthrough—even if I face him, it wouldn't be settled easily, perhaps within a year I wouldn't be a worthy opponent anymore.
In that mont, Tiger King felt full of confidence and expectation for Luo Zheng. Likewise, one other shared the feeling—Lan Xing, who couldn't fathom why feeling this way, tightly clasped hands over the heart, fixed on the screen, silently blessing and praying.
The already returned Hong ihua looked worriedly at the electronic screen, afraid to breathe deeply as if affecting the blood-driven fighting Luo Zheng, extrely tense.
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