Han Feng lurked quietly like a snake. With his keen hearing acquired through years of martial arts training, he could clearly hear the movements within a radius of dozens of feet.
He is now fighting alone, with no backup, and no assistance from his comrades. His opponent is China's best special forces. Not only are his individual skills super strong, but his overall collaborative combat capability is impeccable. If he is not careful, everything will be lost.
He must wait patiently, wait for the opportunity to come, and wait quietly for action.
Han Feng believes that no one is more patient than him, because loneliness and loneliness have long been integrated into his blood.
There are three special operations groups hunting each other in the jungle. "Linghu" is good at tracking, "Dark Sword" is famous for fighting, and "Hunter" dominates with his marksmanship. After several days of brutal fighting, each soldier's physical energy is exhausted.
Each team has different levels of "casualties": "Dark Sword" has two other people - captain Fang Weixiong and a soldier; "Linghu" is a master of tracking and lurking, and rarely engages in direct fierce battles with people.
Therefore, the staff is relatively neat, with four remaining members - captain Mo Changfeng and three soldiers. Compared with the first two, the situation of the "Hunter" is neither good nor bad, with three remaining members - captain Chu Jiangtian,
Warriors Liu Xiaoyu and Dewey. These three teams plus Han Feng from "Cold Thorn", there are ten warriors in the entire jungle. The final decisive battle will begin among these four teams.
None of these four special operations teams know each other's situation. In fact, in such a melee in the jungle, you have no chance to know the details of your opponent - except for the comrades around you, everyone else is "the enemy". Can you
What you do is how to protect yourself. Only by surviving can you have a chance to destroy the enemy. Therefore, such a battle is not only a competition of physical strength and skills, but also a competition of intelligence and endurance.
Another team came over, two soldiers, 20 meters apart. The one in front was over 1.90 meters tall and weighed about 90 kilograms. He was holding a Type 95 assault rifle. The one behind him was about 1.80 meters tall and weighed less than 80 kilograms. He was thin and slender.
He was wearing a KBU88 sniper rifle. Like the people in front of him, he had a sharp fighting saber stuck in his special operations boots, and he was full of murderous intent. Judging from the sound of footsteps, the person coming must be the "Dark Sword" team of Military Region B.
Han Feng used his keen hearing to see the "enemy" clearly.
Fang Weixiong acted very cautiously. Not only was he wary of traps that might appear at any time under his feet, he was also keenly aware of the movements around him. His movements were as agile as a cheetah, his steps were as light as a civet cat, and the black gun body in his hand was like the sickle of death, ready to give any blow at any time.
"Enemy" fatal blow.
The thick layer of leaf litter was deathly silent. They passed through this area three times in the past eight days, and everything seemed to be the same.
Fang Weixiong walked slowly past Han Feng.
"Seeing" the "Dark Sword" warrior come forward, Han Feng shot out from under the dead leaves like a powerful arrow. He was in the air, his left hand turned into a knife, and he slashed at the warrior's back neck and right leg.
It was as graceful as electricity, kicking towards Fang Weixiong's waist.
Raid, defeat the enemy, the rabbit rises and the falcon falls, all in one go.
The warrior behind him almost didn't even have a chance to react before he was hit by Han Feng's iron palm and fainted on the spot.
Fang Weixiong was extremely alert. When he heard the wind, he realized something was wrong. At the last moment, he turned sideways to avoid Han Feng's sharp kick in the air. He rolled forward and suddenly there was a dagger in his hand, more than a foot long, with a faint cold light.
The cold air is biting the bones. Before the person can bounce up, he stabs the opponent in the abdomen with his sword. In one move, he switches from defense to offense.
Han Feng didn't expect the opponent's attack to be so fierce. As soon as he paused, the opponent's sharp sword was already in front of him. He quickly turned sideways and tightened his waist, his body was bent into an incredible bow shape, and the sword blade was very slippery against his waist and abdomen.
Pass.
While Fang Weixiong secretly cried out "what a pity", he couldn't help but be impressed by the opponent's skill. This "soft skill" alone was not something he could achieve.
Fang Weixiong missed the target with one blow, and immediately turned from stabbing to cutting. The light of the sword was like the moon reflecting on the autumn water, and it was so cold that it felt cold.
Han Feng's reaction was faster. He performed the "Iron Banquet" with his body backward. While avoiding the blade, he raised his leg and performed a spinning kick. The force was more than a thousand pounds.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Fang Weixiong hurriedly sheathed his sword and retreated, locking Han Feng's ankle with his tiger claws.
The speed of the two people was unparalleled, and their figures suddenly separated and merged. In a moment, they had already fought for more than ten rounds.
At some point, Han Feng had a military thorn in his hand, a three-edged blood groove, and a strong air of cold air. In his hand, it was like a blood-eating poisonous snake.
Fang Weixiong is a master of fighting. He is extremely powerful in Kung Fu and has rich practical experience. His iron fist in his left hand combined with the "dark sword" in his right hand is both tricky and ruthless, and his moves go straight to the point.
Han Feng suffered the disadvantage of being inexperienced in facing the enemy, so he could only rely on his strange and changeable body skills to deal with Fang Weixiong. Fang Weixiong's situation was not much better. His clothes were torn by military thorns in several places, making him even more embarrassed than Han Feng.
Fang Weixiong saw the weakness of Han Feng's lack of experience and decided to fight quickly, otherwise he would be defeated by the opponent as time goes by. He saw the opportunity, roared, jumped up, and performed the fatal "Snake and Crane Double Strike".
This move is Fang Weixiong's sure-kill move. It has two moves in one move. The human sword merges into one, there is reality in the void, and there is void in the reality. The finger and sword are used together, and snakes and cranes come out at the same time. Very few people can stop it.
Han Feng hurriedly used his military thorn to block the opponent's dagger stabbing his left rib. At the same time, he bent the fingers of his left hand like a hook and locked the opponent's two fingers thrust into his chest. Little did he know that he had fallen into Fang Weixiong's trap, "Double Click of Snake and Crane"
The power of it lies in the combination of virtual and real, killing with one strike. The "crane attack" is ineffective, and the "snake attack" with the two fingers of the left hand becomes a real killing move.
Fang Weixiong instantly turned his fingers into palms, shook off Han Feng's block, and struck Han Feng's chest with a huge force.
Han Feng had no way to avoid it, and was about to be injured by the opponent's iron palm. At the critical moment, Han Feng suddenly twisted like a snake. His feet did not move, but his body "moved" backwards by a few centimeters. With the help of magic,
The "Jiu Jitsu" removed most of Fang Weixiong's palm strength.
Even so, this palm made Han Feng's blood surge.
More than 20 years of martial arts training and a special physique have made Han Feng's resistance to blows absolutely beyond ordinary people. Now he was actually shocked to the inside. Fang Weixiong's "Powerful Vajra Palm" is truly well-deserved.
Fang Weixiong could hardly believe his eyes. The opponent could survive unharmed under his iron palm that cracked monuments and cracked stones. Could it be that he had already developed an indestructible body? Han Feng did not give him a chance to be shocked. While hitting the palm, he used
How could Fang Weixiong be willing to sit back and wait for death? Just as he was about to struggle, a sharp military thorn was pressed against his throat.
"Boy, you win!" Fang Weixiong sighed and threw away the dagger.
Han Feng glanced at him coldly, loosened his fingers, put away the spurs, turned around and disappeared into the depths of the jungle, as weird as a ghost.
"You..." Fang Weixiong almost lost his breath.
Han Feng's cold and aloof style and incredible martial arts shocked Fang Weixiong.
He understood that if his opponent's experience in facing enemies was not too poor, he would have laid down long ago. When did "Lengsheng" have such a perverted guy?
This kid is so crazy. Fang Weixiong learned a lesson from a guy who is more arrogant than himself today. He shouted at Han Feng's back: "Boy, what's your name? Let's discuss it again when we have time?"
There was no echo, just the whisper of the wind blowing through the trees.
"Fuck..." Fang Weixiong cursed loudly. Thinking that he was already a "dead person", he gritted his teeth and swallowed the rest of the words.