The grey forest was shrouded in mist, with fine rain falling through the dense leaves, pattering on the bushes. An invisible and solemn aura was brewing in the void, like a volcano on the verge of eruption. Beneath the big trees and beside the shrubbery, Luo Zheng looked up slightly with a stern expression toward the direction of the approaching figure. The other's silhouette was completely obscured by the trees, moving swiftly without any chance for a surprise attack.
"Only one person?" Luo Zheng's face turned cold, his tiger-like eyes brimming with murderous intent. There were a total of six opponents; the others must be nearby covering for him. This battle would not be an easy one, yet it was essential to fight and to do so quickly. Once surrounded by these n, escape would be impossible for him. With this in mind, Luo Zheng swiftly took off his clothes, used his black long sword to prop them up next to a tree.
Luo Zheng slightly arranged the garnts to make it look like soone was hiding beneath the tree, then he quickly lay flat on the ground, crawling toward the bushes with his hands and feet. The pain from the scratches on his skin by the bushes mattered little to him at this life-or-death mont. Silent like a slithering python, he concealed himself within the bushes, coldly watching the direction of the incoming person, his icy gaze nearly closed, masking the overwhelming murderous aura.
In the misty forest, a figure gradually erged, only seven or eight ters away. In a flash, the figure hid behind a big tree and stayed motionless. Luo Zheng slowly lay on the ground, feeling sothing crawling on him. His body tensed up, still like a lurking cheetah waiting for the right mont to strike.
More things crawled over him—whether they were ants or centipedes, Luo Zheng did not know. His muscles tensed, his brows tightly knit, he clenched his teeth and endured. He saw a shadow flicker in the forest ahead, drawing ever closer to him, its movents agile, its movent technique elusive, its footsteps nearly inaudible—a true expert.
Luo Zheng raised the barrel of his gun slightly, aiming ahead. Suddenly, the figure charged from behind a big tree like a cannonball, with the gun precisely targeting the clothes hung behind the tree and firing—a loud bang! The bullet was remarkably accurate, tearing through the rainy night, instantly hitting the clothes.
"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out as Luo Zheng took his shot. The agonizing wait was for this opportunity—the bullet whistled away, carving out a terrifying energy shock wave in the fine rain, scattering the falling raindrops, instantly entering the forehead of the shocked man in black, killing him with a single shot.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Gunfire erupted all around as Luo Zheng sprang from the bushes, grabbed his clothes and long sword, and turned to run, sprinting down towards the middle of the mountain. Although he had managed to kill one person, Luo Zheng was well aware that he was up against top-notch experts who were not easy to handle. To stay ant certain death.
"Bang, bang, bang!" As gunshots continued behind him, along with the dense cover of trees, Luo Zheng dared not hesitate, nor did he dare to waste ti glancing back. He ran wildly, rolling and tumbling down, his body marked with scratches from branches. Fortunately, his tough skin was not a major issue.
After several leaps and bounds, Luo Zheng reached the mountainside, only to be horrified to find a cliff of about ten ters ahead. Below the cliff was a river, which, swollen from the heavy rain, surged powerfully. The gunshots were getting closer behind him. Clenching his teeth, Luo Zheng jumped down.
"Splash!" After landing in the water, Luo Zheng sank, quickly holding his breath, and felt a strong force pushing him forward. He offered no resistance, allowing the current to carry him along. The turbulent flow in the river made it impossible to stabilize his body. Luo Zheng struggled to surface, feeling the overwhelming need to breathe.
Just as he broke the surface and before he could take a breath, gunfire rang out near his ears. Realizing his pursuers had followed, Luo Zheng inhaled sharply and once again sank into the river's depths. The current was fast—splash! His body hit sothing, the pain making him wince. Stretching out his hand, he felt sothing incredibly hard, most likely a rock. Quickly pushing off with his hands, his body resurfaced.
After resurfacing once more, Luo Zheng found that the gunfire had ceased behind him. Ahead everything was a dull gray, the visibility greatly reduced by the rain pounding on the river's surface, and he had no idea what lay ahead. Luo Zheng looked cautiously to both sides, seeing on one side a range of undulating mountains, and on the other a cliff. Gritting his teeth, he decided to go with the flow.
"Bang bang bang!" Suddenly, three gunshots rang out from behind him.
Luo Zheng was startled and hadn't expected his pursuers to catch up so quickly. He quickly took a breath and dove back into the river, drifting forward. The roaring in his ears grew louder, and hurriedly coming up for air, the deafening sound of rushing water filled his ears, like thousands of horses galloping. He looked up to see his face pale with fear—an imposing cliff lay ahead. The loud noise ant the cliff had to be very high.
"Bang bang!" Two more gunshots followed.
With a cliff in front and enemies behind, he was in open water without ti to reach the shore. Moreover, clambering ashore on either side would expose him to gunfire. Caught in a desperate situation, Luo Zheng's face grew pale as the relentless river pushed him inexorably toward the cliff edge, making it impossible to swim back to shore.
In the nick of ti, Luo Zheng looked back at the forest with a rage-filled gaze, a cold intent to kill filling his eyes. If it weren't for these bastards, he would never have found himself in such a dire predicant.
"Am I going to die? Is this really how I'm going to die?" Luo Zheng was neither panicked nor afraid, just indignant. Death wasn't frightening, but such a pathetic end was not the choice of an honorable man. Feeling the powerful current against him, Luo Zheng watched the water plunge downward in front of him, surrounded by the roaring sounds. His complexion icy, his gaze chillingly cold.
"Ahh!" With a defiant roar, Luo Zheng let out all his hatred, his howl carrying a sky-high killing intent that tore through the rainy night, echoing through the mountains and forests as if to shatter the unjust darkness of the night. His body, taken by the tumbling river, fell towards the waterfall, quickly vanishing into the misty veil below, leaving no trace.
Minutes later, on the cliff beside the waterfall, several n in black stood coldly, gazing at the churning water below with somber expressions and inward-looking gazes, their lips pressed tightly together in silence. After a while, a slightly older and robust man turned around, sweeping the others with an icy glare and said emotionlessly, "The Family Head has given strict orders—we must kill. Bring back the living or the dead. Let's circle around and search downstream."
"Captain, the cliff is over two hundred ters high, and the force of the river is terrifying. No one could survive," soone whispered cautiously, their faces devoid of any emotion, like unfeeling machines.
"I don't repeat myself. Move out," the man retorted coldly, with a murderous glint in his eyes sharp as those of a primordial Fierce Beast, as he began to make his way around and down the cliff.
The one who had offered the friendly reminder shuddered inwardly, nodded without expression, and the others quickly followed, advancing through the dense forest under cover of night. Their movent techniques were erratic, as if they were ghosts hovering on the line of death—cold, terrifying, and eerie.
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