Chapter 94: The King of the Mountain Forest

  Wang Zhen's body moved like the wind, and he suddenly struck out of the darkness, killing two people in an instant. His feet didn't stop for a moment, and with a loud "pa" sound, he slapped another fully armed soldier, helmet and all, directly into his chest cavity. The force was immense, like a golden vajra pestle.

  In just a few moments, three lives disappeared at the same time. The Lin family's seasoned mercenaries in the field also fully reacted, and the remaining three people almost simultaneously opened fire, shooting wildly in all directions, with bullets pouring down like raindrops.

  But unexpectedly, Wang Chan was well-prepared. After swiftly killing three people in a flash, his body suddenly shrunk to a dwarf-like size. In an instant, the figure that was over five feet tall had transformed into something akin to a baby, seemingly vanishing into thin air. Before the other three could pull the trigger, he had already transformed into a whirlwind-like shape, dashing forward while hugging the ground.

  During the Republic of China era, Xue Di, a master of Xingyiquan, was exceptionally skilled in the Monkey Form. When he practiced to the extreme, during sparring with others, he would often suddenly shrink his body and disappear from sight, leaving people bewildered, like the legendary "Zhang Er Monk" who couldn't find him. His speed in movement can be said to be unparalleled in the world.

  This is also the reason why many old masters often said that Xingyiquan can practice a person to death.

  Wang Chan, although he had not practiced the Xingyiquan monkey form, now his internal and external skills have reached a high level. His body is like steel when it's hard and like cotton when it's soft. In movement and stillness, he can control his energy at will. When his skeleton moves, it seems as if he has been practicing the shrinking bone skill for tens of years, allowing all the bones in his body to expand and contract within a certain range, just like the "two wings" in Tongbeiquan. After reaching the highest level, he can change the length of his left and right hands at will, increasing or decreasing them as he pleases.

  With this movement, his body suddenly shrunk violently, and to outsiders, it seemed as if an adult had suddenly turned into a small child, less than two feet tall. Then, being enveloped by the darkness of night, the remaining three cunning mercenaries were stunned, almost thinking they had encountered some kind of ghostly creature in the mountains at midnight, their hearts filled with horror.

  At the same time, bullets whizzed past his head, and Wang Chan had no intention of holding back! He naturally knew that these people's intentions were to kill him at all costs, and on the battlefield, especially when dealing with soldiers armed with guns, every second he hesitated was equivalent to putting himself in greater danger.

  In the darkness, every time I kill someone, I give myself a little more chance of survival.

  These people are no longer martial artists or warriors, nor is this a test of skill, but rather naked slaughter!

  There is no point in talking about it at all!!!!!

  At that moment, Wang Zhanren rushed forward and instantly sprinted six or seven meters out, performing an Eight Trigrams Tuck and Roll. He sprang up with his body and crashed into the mercenary closest to him.

  Although these mercenaries were fully armed, wearing specially designed bulletproof vests with more than three layers of steel wire mesh inside the shirts that could block bullets, Wang Chan's full-body collision was a perfect display of his Eight Extremes Killing Technique. With a slight touch on the shoulder, the powerful force hidden in the internal energy of "isolated mountain and cow" exploded instantly, shattering the mercenary's entire chest bone structure into fragments.

  Like a burst of beans, a sudden loud noise, and then the whole person's body also suddenly spewed out internal organs like mud, flying horizontally in mid-air, without ever touching the ground, and the person was dead.

  At the same time, Wang Chan also moved with him, his body tightly attached to the mercenary's corpse, and quickly followed up. As soon as he landed, two tiger claws split left and right, tearing through the air like a whistle, like two large iron hooks, swiftly slashing across the remaining two mercenaries' throats.

  At this moment, the two men also aimed their guns at Wang Chan, their fingers on the triggers, just about to fire, when suddenly a severe pain shot through his throat, followed by a massive amount of air rushing into his trachea, causing half of his neck to be torn off, blood spraying everywhere, and all his strength vanished in an instant.

  Before their eyes, Wang Chan stood in front of them, revealing his true appearance. These two men couldn't even pull the trigger, and with a casual push from Wang Chan, they fell down like two wooden stakes.

  "There's another one!" With a sudden turn, Wang Chan naturally wouldn't forget the person who posed the greatest threat to him in this direction, the "sniper". These people all had an aura of murder about them, clearly each and every one of them had taken lives before, and not just three or five.

  Moreover, these military personnel have all become accustomed to following others' wills. After being tempered and trained, they no longer distinguish between good and evil. As soon as an order is given, they can kill people without even blinking their eyes. Compared with them, especially the sniper hiding in a nearby tree, Wang Chan's victims are probably not even worth a single bullet.

  Even if Wang Chan's movements were too fast, at such a close distance, he would still have to waste a few seconds of time killing six people in a row. These few seconds would be enough for the sniper to find his target and lock it down. Therefore, as soon as Wang Chan turned around, he immediately ducked his head, and sure enough, there was a loud bang, a bullet whizzing past his shaved head and exploding on the tree trunk behind him.

  Timing was grasped with an accuracy of half a minute, as if it had been rehearsed beforehand. As soon as the other side fired, Wang Chan's head went down.

  Roar! A low, muffled growl issued from Wang Chan's throat.

  Roaring together, the mountains reverberated, and the grass, trees, and leaves in the mountain forest suddenly rustled, just like a fierce tiger standing on the mountain ridge at the same time, letting out a loud roar, with a foul wind rising in all directions, shaking the mountain forest, and the atmosphere instantly becoming ferocious and boundless.

  Tigers roar on mountain ridges, dragons fly among the clouds of the ninth heaven.

  Sniper rifles are not like ordinary handguns or semi-automatic rifles, which can be loaded with many bullets at once and fired continuously, increasing the power of the firearm. However, the disadvantage of this type of rifle is also obvious, that is, after one shot, it needs to be reloaded, wasting too much time.

  Wang Zhen Gang dodged a bullet, and in an instant, he pounced like a tiger, covering thirty meters in the blink of an eye. He slammed his hands onto a white birch tree with a trunk as thick as a giant bowl, causing it to snap in two at the waist. A figure on the tree let out a cry of surprise, frantically trying to climb down, but before they could even touch the ground, Wang Zhen kicked them in the lower back, breaking their spine and sending them crashing to the ground, where they struggled desperately for life.

  "What's going on?! Has Team A-3 found the target?!"

  With one breath, he killed all seven mercenaries in front of him. Just as he was about to leave, Wang Chan saw a red light flashing on the sniper's waist. Then, an angry roar came from inside, apparently the loud gunshot had alerted them that something was amiss here.

  Someone immediately inquired through wireless telegraphy!!

  But they never thought that their two regular tactical teams, plus a trump card sniper, would be eliminated in just over ten seconds, which was unimaginable in their previous wars.

  "Are you from the Lin family?" Wang Chan's toes curled up, and he picked up the walkie-talkie on the sniper's corpse, coldly asking into the device, his voice filled with layer upon layer of suppressed killing intent.

  "You're Wang Chan!" The voice on the other end of the intercom paused abruptly, and then the man's fierce voice confirmed Wang Chan's identity: "As expected, you have a set. So, I'm saying that those two small teams of kids under my command have already been completely wiped out by you... However, I guarantee that their deaths will not be in vain. You'll be joining them in hell soon enough!"

  "Bring it on!" A ferocious smile flashed across his lips, and Wang Zhen's fingers tightened, crushing the phone in his hand, no longer responding to Andrei's roars.

  When it's time for people to kill you, just kill them, anything else is unnecessary!

  "Ahh..." A piercing electronic sound suddenly drilled into his ears, and Andrei's face turned bright red in an instant. "I guarantee, you will die a terrible death!" Wang Chan crushed the instrument that was still on the call, the noise caused by the electronic pulse signal was enough to drive a normal person crazy. With a loud crash, Andrei slammed onto the helicopter's control panel, his mad roar echoing through every corner within a five-kilometer radius through countless terminals.

  "Lock onto wireless signals, all teams open fire at full force!"

  He had just taken two steps forward, bent down beside a corpse, and casually pulled out a three-edged military dagger over a foot long. After this morning's sniper attack, Wang Chan already knew how ferocious this short weapon, which was only equipped in the army, was. Now, in the dark of night, with killing intent all around, he didn't even know how many people the enemy had, and life-and-death combat was imminent. Of course, he wouldn't be bound by formalities, pretending to be noble, not even deigning to use a weapon.

  Those firearms were powerful, but Wang Chan wouldn't use them and didn't want to. Instead, this three-edged military bayonet that could only be used for stabbing was just what he needed. In the dense forest, with a blade in hand, his killing speed increased by more than tenfold. What's more, it was a military killer that basically left no room for survival once stabbed into the human body.

  Just as he was about to retreat, a sentence suddenly exposed his goal. As soon as the three-edged military thorn was pulled out, there was no time to look up, and immediately only heard the rustling sound of the grass in all directions, and hundreds of meters away, countless flames burst out simultaneously.

  Bullets rained down, coming suddenly and violently, like a storm sweeping in with torrential rain. From the moment the gunfire started, it was as if there was no pause at all. Countless dark shadows darted through the forest like leopards, like hundreds of waterlines cutting across the calm surface, shooting and closing in on Wang Chan's location.

  These people are like they've taken stimulants, as soon as they lock onto a target, they immediately go all out and fight with great enthusiasm.

  A team of over 200 people, divided into 72 small teams, just like the "dumpling wrapping" and "neck-locking" tactics adopted by the PLA soldiers during the bandit-suppressing campaign in western Hunan when the Republic was first established. The strategy of these mercenaries is clearly to use a sandy hill battle, steadily and steadily pushing Wang Zhen into their encirclement, then shrinking it bit by bit until they kill him.

  "Damn it, there's only one person over there, but we've already lost seven! What the hell is this Wang Chan made of... Andrei's voice came from a specific frequency band, "Lin, I'm about to lose my temper, this can't go on, our people are precious assets, each one takes twenty years to cultivate, and the money spent on them is almost as heavy as their bodies. They should die in a meaningful battle, not be killed off like this without any explanation! Why don't we just use heavy artillery, rocket launchers, and blow that little mountain where he's hiding to smithereens!"

  "André, calm down! This idea of yours won't work out. This is China, not some mercenary battlefield in Africa, and this is our capital city. Any large-scale heavy firepower will be stopped at the first moment. The Lin family doesn't want to betray the country, we just want to kill that Wang Chan, even if all these people under your command die, it's worth it!"

  The voice paused again, and the middle-aged man with the surname Lin said calmly: "If you don't want your subordinates to take risks, then tell them to open a gap on the east side. You can drive Wang Chan here like driving sheep. When he is highly tense and relaxed for an instant, I will personally take his life! Take his head to see the old master..."

  "Alright! Surround him with three beats and one strike! This damned guy, once you've surrounded him, I'll go down too, to see with my own eyes how he dies." Andrei was only the instructor of this secret mercenary branch of the Lin family, without full command authority, so although he was furious in his heart, he had no choice but to follow the orders of the middle-aged man surnamed Lin.

  At this time, he could only pick up the intercom and let out a roar inside, directing two helicopters to start circling above Wang Chan, shining four xenon lamps as thick as an arm straight down to the ground, indicating Wang Chan's location at this time.

  At this time, the middle-aged man with the surname Lin and four other people of different heights and ages were quietly standing on a hill several kilometers away from Wang Chan. These people's identities were actually the four Beijing martial arts masters who remained in the White Crane Association during the day. The six of them were hired by Lin Yuanfang to protect him for three days, but they were unaware that Wang Chan had sneaked in and killed everyone, leaving a trail of corpses. It wasn't until two or three hours after they left that they realized something was wrong.

  These four people all have their own martial arts schools in Beijing, one is the master of Beijing-style Xingyiquan Song Shicheng, one is Du Liansheng who practices Eagle Claw Fanzi Quan, and the other two are Liu Changhe and Liu Changjiang, twin brothers who practice authentic Shaolin Kung Fu.

  These four people are all figures in the Beijing martial arts circle, famous masters, but they were easily killed by Wang Chan under their noses, and two companions were also slaughtered. Naturally, it was a great loss of face, so they followed Lin, a middle-aged man, to find Wang Chan and settle accounts, killing him to restore their reputation.

  "Do you want to drive me into a flour bag and wrap dumplings?"

  Fierce gunfire lasted for five or six minutes, and Wang Chan arrived in the first time. In his east direction, it suddenly became quiet, as if a gap had opened up there, and everyone moved to both sides. At this time, the gunfire from the other three directions was even more intense, with people's shadows densely packed, all black silhouettes.

  The tactics of "pocket warfare" and "包饺子 warfare", those were the most commonly used tactics by the regiment during the Anti-Japanese War decades ago, using the terrain to their advantage, turning weakness into strength. They even made it into the "textbook" of Taizu later on. At that time, the old man also had a deep connection with the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army, and winning with fewer troops was his specialty, annihilating the enemy in a siege was his forte.

  Moreover, Wang Zhenwu's martial arts originally came from the battlefield of war, and his fist method was like a military strategy. Such means are also common in martial arts, so at a glance, he could immediately see through his opponent's intentions clearly.

  After another three to five minutes, the encircling troops and horses approached a lot closer, but the gunfire suddenly became sparse, seemingly not as fierce as before. It was clear that the previous indiscriminate firing had consumed a large number of bullets in the hands of these mercenaries.

  The power of any firearm depends on the matching bullets, and this group of mercenaries from Lin's family, although they have rich combat experience, but this operation is very special. In the suburbs near the capital city, in the mountains where such a large-scale armed siege is being carried out, they also dare not bring too many weapons and bullets. Plus, logistics support cannot keep up at night, so everyone's bullets are limited. Once they run out of ammunition, either they will stay put and wait for supplies, or they will rely on their numerical superiority to push Wang Chan into the encirclement of those famous martial arts families according to the original plan.

  Have Mr. Lin and four martial arts experts come and kill Wang Chan.

  Suddenly, there were several loud explosions in the high sky, and six flares tore through the night sky. In an instant, the light illuminated the snowy ground below, and just as Wang Chan was exposed again in the darkness, he clearly saw one or two hundred mercenary soldiers sneaking up from behind him, left and right, like ghostly shadows.

  This time, the mercenaries' formation has also changed. They are no longer in groups of three or two groups together, but have split into three directions. On one side, there is a massive army of over 70 people scattered among the trees, advancing in a ring shape. Although their speed is not as fast as before, this approach forces Wang Chan to constantly shrink his area of movement and dodge.

  "It's not your turn yet, now it's my turn!"

  Wang Chan is not a god, the stray bullets in the dark are the most dangerous. With one or two hundred people, joining hands to suppress him with a barrage of gunfire, even with his agility, he could only temporarily dodge and flee close to the ground. At this time, he only heard the sound of guns firing sporadically behind him, no longer able to catch his breath. Immediately, he flipped over on the spot, and with a swift movement, he darted into a thicket of trees on one side. With a burst of speed, he sprinted over fifty paces, and in the blink of an eye, he had already slipped diagonally into a group of mercenaries at the edge.

  His speed was so fast, like a whirlwind rushing into the crowd, with the illumination bomb on his head, in an instant of contact, Wang Chan's three-edged military spear pierced through the necks of three mercenaries with a "whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh" sound, and the sound of fresh blood flowing out was like the sound of mountain spring water flowing.

  No one can imagine the terrifying scene of a martial artist at the peak of his skills, exerting all his strength to kill people. As Wang Chan moved his body in a demonic manner, every time he raised his hand, a column of blood would spurt from the neck of a mercenary into the sky. Amidst this gurgling sound like a fountain, there were the wails and screams of fragile lives, and the dull thuds of bodies falling to the ground.

  Wang Chan knew that this was his own three-edged dagger, which could instantly pierce through the human body, stabbing through the trachea and blood vessels, causing a gushing fountain of blood, each surge of fresh blood representing a life completely disappearing from this world.

  It was as if a hungry wolf had entered a rabbit's nest, Wang Chan's figure suddenly appeared and disappeared, left and right, just one touch, behind him were already seventeen or eighteen corpses lying horizontally and vertically, one step one kill, blood flowing like a river.

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