Under the moonlight, in the forest, Luo Zheng sprinted forward, constantly changing directions to dodge any bullets that might co shooting from behind. Although it was quiet behind him, who could guarantee that the enemy wouldn't catch up? Like a wounded tiger being hunted, his face was ashen, and his cold gaze was filled with endless murderous intent. Suddenly, his foot slipped, his body tilted forward, he lost his balance, and he started rolling downhill.
Luo Zheng quickly realized it was a slope and was shocked. He quickly hugged his head, held his breath, and tensed his body. While rolling, Luo Zheng violently hit a tree, almost letting out his breath but forcefully held on. Under the inertia, his body continued to roll, and soon his head also hit sothing. Thankfully, his hands protected his head. The pain in his arms made Luo Zheng twitch.
Suddenly, Luo Zheng felt himself being thrown into the air, falling downwards. He was terrified and frantically twisted his body, trying to land on his feet. Soon, Luo Zheng felt as if his feet had hit the ground. He was about to exert force to offset the impact of the fall, but the speed of the fall was too fast, and he couldn't react in ti—he started rolling forward again.
"Puh!" Luo Zheng felt his waist fiercely hit a big tree, and he let out the breath he was holding. His body felt like it was falling apart, a piercing pain swept over his mind, and his consciousness started to blur. Luo Zheng knew this was bad; he quickly concentrated, reminding himself not to faint. On these desolate mountains, with enemies in pursuit, fainting ant death, a near-certain demise.
Thinking of death, Luo Zheng broke out in a cold sweat, and he sobered up a bit. His scattered consciousness slowly recovered. His body lay motionless, resting as he gasped for air, vigilantly observing his surroundings. Everything around was faintly visible; he could only see the trees a ter or two away but no farther.
Based on the speed and ti of the fall, Luo Zheng judged he was far from the mountain top. The mountainside was steep, and he guessed the pursuers wouldn't dare co close before daylight. He silently sighed with relief, slowly managed to sit up, feeling not so bad. His training in Pai Da Hard Qi Gong hadn't been in vain, though the pain was fierce, and he couldn't walk for a while.
His pistol was gone, thrown sowhere; his Japanese sword had also fallen off; the Tiger Teeth dagger was still in his military boots; the AK47 hung around his neck, the magazines nowhere to be found. Luo Zheng checked the magazine in the gun—it was empty. With no choice, he set the weapon aside and started to recuperate using his family's Breathing Skill.
Ti slowly passed, and daylight gradually broke. Luo Zheng slowly opened his eyes, feeling much recovered, and was overjoyed. His family's Breathing Skill was increasingly effective in healing. Luo Zheng surveyed his surroundings; visibility was much better than at night. He guessed the enemy would catch up soon. He got up and moved around, feeling no hindrance in his body, and continued down the slope.
When the first rays of sunlight broke over the horizon and fell on this ancient tropical forest, Luo Zheng had already reached the bottom of the slope. Looking up at the sky, the dawn was brilliant with an unclouded sky, several large birds flew and chirped rrily, as if celebrating the arrival of a bright morning. Luo Zheng looked at the sun and couldn't help but sigh internally: To live, it's truly wonderful.
"I wonder how Lan Xue and the others are doing?" Luo Zheng looked ahead; the forest was boundless, endless, his heart full of worry as he strode forward. Just a few steps later, he suddenly felt sothing sliding down the slope. Startled, he quickly lay down, rolling into a low depression and looking up to see rocks tumbling down from the slope—clearly the pursuers.
"These bastards." Luo Zheng was extrely annoyed, regretting that he didn't have a gun; otherwise, he could find a spot to hide and ambush. Glancing at the only cold weapon he had, the Tiger Teeth military knife, he sighed in frustration. His expression darkened, and he ran in a chosen direction, occasionally checking to ensure he wasn't going the wrong way.
Running at high speed was the most physically draining activity, and with pursuers right behind him, Luo Zheng had no ti to find food to replenish his energy. At most, he could chop down a grapevine to hydrate himself. By noon, when he reached a river, both tired and hungry, he couldn't run any further. He looked around, the river was narrow, the water clear enough to see the bottom, and the flow was slow. The surrounding terrain was flat, overgrown with weeds as tall as a man—perfect for hiding.
On both sides of the river were mountains, lush with trees, birds, and animals sang joyously, and the scorching sun made the surroundings unbearably hot. If it weren't for the fear of grasshoppers, Luo Zheng would have wished to strip off his clothes and keep running; if not killed by the enemy, he would die of exhaustion. Observing the dense shrubs around him sparked an idea, and he pulled out his Tiger Teeth to start his move.
Setting traps in the wild was not difficult for Luo Zheng. After carefully observing the terrain, he had an idea. He chopped down tough trees and gathered so vines, setting up traps according to the terrain. Without a weapon and unable to run any further, Luo Zheng could only set traps to protect himself.
About half an hour later, Luo Zheng had set up three large traps and five small ones, all interconnected. Then, using the vines as triggers, he found a spot and hid to rest. However, to his surprise, just as he sat down, he saw figures moving ahead—his enemies had caught up.
"So soon?" Luo Zheng knew his own speed, having sprinted all the way, and was taken aback that his enemies were only half an hour behind. It appeared his speed was still not fast enough. If Shadow were here, he probably would have disappeared already. Luo Zheng quickly hid himself and moved forward stealthily, his hand clutching a nail.
His belt was tied tightly around him and hadn't fallen off during the escape, providing Luo Zheng so comfort. He quietly lurked under a thicket of weeds, his cold gaze fixed on the area ahead, his breath calm and patient as he waited for his prey—a primary requirent for hunting in the jungle.
Luo Zheng was patient. He switched to his family's Breathing Skill to breathe, rging himself with his surroundings, his eyes slightly closed as he quietly waited for his target. Before long, Luo Zheng saw a group of figures rushing toward him, dressed as ninjas, moving quickly with another ninja trailing them. The two protected each other as they moved ahead, their coordination seamless.
"Co on," Luo Zheng murmured with a cold smile, holding his breath and concealing his killing intent as he coldly watched his target. In that mont, Luo Zheng seed to enter a mysterious state of stillness, as if everything around him quieted down, his eyes only on the swiftly approaching target.
As the targets ca within seven or eight ters, moving intermittently, blending deeper into the environnt—elusive and unpredictable—Luo Zheng did not take action. He continued to wait, imagining himself as a rock rged with his surroundings, not even a second of his breath revealed.
Five ters, four ters… The target drew closer and closer, moving swiftly. Whenever they stopped, they chose their spots cleverly, making it difficult to strike. Luo Zheng wasn't in a hurry; he patiently waited.
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