On the hillside, Wu Li’s figure rushed behind a large tree.
Bullets shot out from all directions and sward toward a single point, shredding plants and sending tree bark flying. The tree trunk was pierced through, and wood chips blossod like flowers, while a rocket grenade with a stunning tail fla cut through the forest. With a loud bang, it exploded right on target.
Innurable sparks burst forth, carrying clods of earth and debris into the air. The gunfire gradually ceased, and a large tree fell at the edge of the woods with a "ya ya" sound.
"Is he confird dead?"
Soone began to speak in the woods, the voice deep, the sound of breathing clear and audible.
"...Can’t see."
"Lost target..."
"At point D... unable to confirm..."
"Lost target..."
"Lost target..."
"Sa here... lost target..."
Similar responses ca in succession. The team leader paused for a mont then commanded, "Team 2, go confirm. Everyone else, cover..."
"Yes."
Three operatives spread out, cautiously moving towards the explosion site.
"Be careful!"
The sniper shouted this from atop the tree. At the sa ti, the image in the sniper scope showed grass rustling between the trees, swept left to right as if by a strong wind; the sniper pulled the trigger with a bang.
A hundred ters away, there was also a bang, interspersed with the sound of bullets, was the sound of a body colliding.
Two figures crossed paths.
The sniper’s scope shook slightly to the right. The sniper knew he had missed the opportunity. In his field of view, a mber of Team 2 who had gone to check was knocked flying. The impacting force staggered the figure backward, and sothing sharp whipped past his neck in an instant, spattering liquid out.
In the circular view of the sniper scope, this scene in the darkness had an imnse impact. It was the silhouette of pure speed and power, and even from a distance of over a hundred ters, the sniper could feel the breathtaking sharpness emanating from it!
The sound of gunfire erupted for a mont, then stopped once more. In the darkness, there was a suffocating silence, everyone holding their breath in anticipation.
A minute later, brilliant gunfire erupted behind a tree a few dozen ters away, fanning out aimlessly through the woods. Almost everyone could feel the oppressiveness and tragic grandeur in the sound. A body fell behind it.
Bullets covered the area like a storm again. This ti, two rocket grenades were launched in quick succession, carpet-bombing for nearly fifteen seconds before quiet returned. As it was a densely leafed area, the flas sparked by the attack took a full minute to slowly die down.
However, the person they were tracking once again disappeared into the profound darkness like water, without a trace.
"Lost target..."
As the last bit of light was extinguished, the sa voice rang out, the rest finally acknowledging, in a low voice.
"Lost target..."
"This is impossible!"
"Stay calm!"
"Everyone, the enemy’s stamina can’t possibly be infinite, fighting like this, they can’t afford the drain..."
The leader was sowhat powerlessly comforting his team mbers. They had over fifty people on this hillside, which should have been a completely overwhelming situation, but at this mont, he could only take solace in the nurical superiority, choosing to wage a war of attrition.
Using human lives to deplete the enemy’s stamina...
Twenty-so ters away from that place, a lurker ard with a sniper rifle began to cautiously change positions. It was exceptionally dark around him, but his scope ca with a low-light night vision capability, allowing a clear view of the surroundings.
In fact, not only him, all the combat personnel were wearing low-light night vision devices, so it was very hard for him to understand why they could still lose track of the target in such conditions. Was the enemy really a ghost?
Looking out at the forest before him, a bad premonition took hold in his heart.
His na was Tubo, a combat mber trained by the Mandela family, the true elite.
Over the past decade, even though the Mandela family had gradually withdrawn from their mariti businesses and shifted their focus inland, Celeon, the real helmsman of the family, knew very well what the real foundation of the Mandela’s strength was, so he paid even more attention to the importance of the family’s martial strength, which was even more strict than before!
Ten years ago, Celeon personally formulated a training plan. He brought in hundreds of eleven or twelve-year-old children and subjected them to brutal training.
More kids joined with ti, and eventually, an elimination rate of almost one-hundred-to-one ensued. Over ten years, like cultivating toxic gu, they obtained a batch of real elites, to serve as the backbone of their personal security forces.
Tubo was one of those children from back then. He grew up step by step from a hell that common people could not imagine, enduring countless killings. Since childhood, the education he received was to beco close to darkness, to return to it as if returning ho, where they should feel as safe as family.
However, after Wu Li killed several people in an unimaginable manner, that sense of safety in the darkness began to quietly dissipate from Tubo.
He retreated silently through the bushes in the most vigilant and supple manner. Despite the unease, Tubo had reason to believe that his skills in concealnt were second to none. He anticipated the enemy’s possible reappearance and adjusted his body accordingly.
Lost in these thoughts, the next mont, a cold blade touched his throat, and Wu Li silently leaned over his back.
A hand, strong enough to crush his jawbone, clamped over his mouth while the knife’s edge made a light pass from left to right.
In that instant, Tubo rembered the small, unknown island of his past, where, after training, he liked to go to a beach with his brother, and then dive into the sea to watch the fish swim.
The fish danced and swam freely in the clear water, much like the passing blade – possessing a calm yet radiant beauty.
Later, he never visited that beach again, because his brother died, killed by his own gun...
How he wished to see it one more ti...
As blood sprayed out, that was what he thought.
Wu Li sheathed his dagger, his body hunching down in the bushes, his spine twisting, driving his body to lunge forward aggressively. Simultaneously, his abdon exerted power, and sounds like scales rubbing against the ground rang out.
This was Wu Li using both Snake Grass and Snake Wind movent techniques, rapidly wriggling through the underbrush like a slithering python.
The second realm of Fist Intent is Spirit, borrowing montum from nature, reaching a state akin to Unity of Heaven and Man. At this mont, Wu Li was as if rged with the darkness. The sound of the wind rustling the grass, people’s footsteps, even the suppressed breathing – Wu Li could perceive them all clearly.
He could also sense the murderous intent and hidden fear in the hearts of the people around him, their every move like the textured grip of a dagger in his hands, grasping every little detail!
This sensation was sothing Wu Li had never experienced before, but during this operation, he naturally entered this realm.
Wu Li knew that this was because his Divine Value had reached a very high level, and this battle rely facilitated the change.
"So this is the true Unity of Heaven and Man."
A sense of enlightennt erged in Wu Li’s mind.
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