"Nonsense, if we are going to die, we'll die together." Lan Xue angrily cursed, his expression as firm as iron. His cold gaze swept back to see that the pursuers were closing in, the gunfire was too intense, rashly breaking out would make them sitting ducks, better to wait here and strike ferociously when the enemy got close.
"Captain, I'm begging you." Ghost Hand cried out in anguish. He could die, but if his presence dragged Lan Xue down, Ghost Hand would be too ashad to face anyone and would betray the other brothers. He pleaded, "Captain, listen to , rather than both of us dying here, it's better if I die alone. Just run, and rember to avenge ."
"No way, National Blade doesn't have the habit of abandoning brothers, we live and die together," Lan Xue refused without hesitation.
"But think about Brother Ghost, you still have a future. I'm just a loner, if I die, so be it, I'm really begging you," Ghost Hand shouted desperately, his face full of agony and his eyes burning red with rage.
"Stop talking, my mind is made up. He wouldn't watch abandon my brother and live alone," Lan Xue coldly refused, his heart filled with bitterness. Death wasn't scary, but it was tragic not to see his beloved one last ti. With a heavy heart, Lan Xue peeked out again and noticed the pursuers were only thirty ters away, his cold gaze filled with murderous intent, like a provoked beast, gripping the Tiger Teeth knife tightly, ready for close-quarters battle.
"Live and die together! Captain, in the next life, let's be brothers again." Seeing his persuasion was fruitless, Ghost Hand roared, puffed out his chest and charged towards the pursuers, hoping his death would dispel Lan Xue's commitnt. His voice was tragic, drowning out the gunfire, echoing through the forest, mourning with heaven and earth.
"Ghost Hand—kill!" Lan Xue knew very well what Ghost Hand was thinking, and shouted in agony as he also charged forward, his gaze icy, his complexion frosty, emanating trendous killing intent. Without bullets, Lan Xue ran furiously, eager to close the distance with the enemy. His overwhelming hatred significantly accelerated his speed, leaving a blur in the Void, imperceptible to the naked eye.
"Go to hell!" In just twenty or thirty ters, Lan Xue had closed the gap, kicked an enemy fiercely, sending him flying far into another. Lan Xue's Tiger Teeth swiftly slashed another enemy's throat, then stord into the enemy ranks, his nearby foes clutching their throats as they fell.
An enemy swung a rifle butt at him, but Lan Xue didn't dodge, rely tilting his head slightly to avoid a fatal blow, his Tiger Teeth unhesitatingly slicing another enemy's throat. With a thud, the rifle butt landed on Lan Xue's shoulder, but he stepped forward as if unhard, grabbed an enemy, pulling him off balance, then as the enemy fell forward, Lan Xue's Tiger Teeth sliced directly through the throat.
Unlike Lan Xue's lightning-fast attacks, Ghost Hand's strikes were bizarre. Alas on his shoulder, his knife eerily stabbed into an enemy's throat, too late to pull out, catching a glimpse of soone swinging a gun at him from the corner of his eye, he kicked, pulling out the knife and stabbing it into another's armpit.
The soldier scread tragically, ferociously trying to embrace Ghost Hand, hoping to hold him for his comrades. Ghost Hand pulled the Tiger Teeth in a swift motion, enlarging the wound, the pain intensifying for the enemy, draining his strength, causing him to collapse to the side.
"Die!" Ghost Hand kicked another man squarely in the chin, sending him flying, then dashed forward a few steps to stand by Lan Xue, shouting joyfully, "Captain, what a thrill, let's join forces."
"Fine, kill!" Lan Xue's icy gaze surged with murderous intent, he coldly commanded, his Tiger Teeth tracing a deadly arc in the Void, severing a sneaking enemy's neck. Standing back to back with Ghost Hand, without having to watch his back, their combat effectiveness greatly increased, they fought fiercely with the ferocious enemies.
"Aaahh—!" Suddenly, a roar erupted from the nearby woods, reminiscent of a tiger descending a mountain, the sound reverberating through the forest and scattering the birds. It also drew the attention of the combatants from both sides, who looked over in puzzlent.
At that mont, a figure burst out of the woods like a tiger coming down the mountain, carrying an endless intent to kill, moving as fast as lightning, too quick for the eye to catch. As he ran, everyone seed to see him pulling sothing from his back, and then, he whirled into the battlefield like a whirlwind, leaving a trail of blood and carnage.
"Hahaha, it's the little brother coming." Ghost Hand could barely see who it was, but recognizing the voice, he was overjoyed and excitedly shouted, "Kill!" The fighting spirit surged, rampaging heavenward.
"Is it really you?" Lan Xue stared dumbfounded at the newcor, incredulity written all over her face, as tears rolled down, and she was struck by soone, nearly staggering to the ground. She quickly recovered, let out a fierce cry, and launched a kick that swept across like an iron whip, powerful as a thousand jun, sending the assailant flying far away, crashing into several others.
Luo Zheng, hearing the commotion, rushed over and found Lan Xue and Ghost Hand surrounded, imdiately panicked and furious, running over with two Japanese swords spinning like whirlwinds, cutting down anyone in his path, leaving a river of blood. The people who died by Japanese swords were countless. How terrifying was the fighting power of Luo Zheng in his rage?
Upon reaching them, Luo Zheng struck down three n and, seeing Ghost Hand's shoulder bleeding and Lan Xue looking unscathed, tossed a Japanese sword to Ghost Hand. The three of them instinctively ford a triangular formation and coldly watched the terrified enemies. Luo Zheng asked concernedly, "Are you guys alright? I'm late."
"Not late, just in ti," Ghost Hand replied spiritedly, his eyes coldly fixed on the enemies ahead, taking deep breaths. The recent fight had drained a lot of his strength, and with the enemies not attacking, it was a good chance to recover.
"As long as you're here," Lan Xue said ambiguously, her spirits lifted. Being able to die in battle alongside her beloved, Lan Xue felt content, her fighting spirit igniting, as if it could set the surrounding air ablaze.
"Drop your weapons, and I might spare you," said a figure walking forward from the enemy crowd, Turul himself.
"Father?" Another person ca forward, calling out anxiously—it was Balang, who despised Luo Zheng and the others, itching to kill them quickly and naturally opposing Turul's offer.
"As long as you submit to and beco my subordinates, I will give you whatever you want, as long as I have it. How about that?" Turul demanded coldly, a cunning figure worthy of his fearso reputation.
"Just because of you?" Luo Zheng retorted coldly. With the enemy not attacking, it was a good opportunity for everyone to catch their breath. Glancing around, he continued, "I've kidnapped your people and killed so many of yours. We are sworn enemies; why should I trust you? And who can assure that they won't shoot us in the back?" he said, looking towards the others.
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