Chapter Ninety-Five: Fearless of Life and Death

  It was as if the two parties were swept together in a whirlwind, and the entire mountain forest was affected by the intense aura released from Wang Chan's body. Suddenly, a gust of mountain wind rose from the flat ground, spreading out, blowing up to the sky, stirring up dark clouds, instantly covering the bright moonlight above, and the whole world became a fierce and gloomy one.

  His body was like a tiger or leopard, the three-edged military dagger in his hand was his terrifying fang, his shadow moved like a giant snake, one after another, sometimes hiding behind tree trunks, sometimes jumping out of the grass, even if the light from the flares above illuminated everything, but the dense forest and lush foliage made it impossible to see clearly, only a fleeting glimpse of a figure, then a burst of speed, leaving behind a trail of corpses and blood.

  The Lin family's mercenary group is among the best of the best on the international mercenary "stage", with countless battle experiences. Even in the depths of tropical rainforests, where the terrain is more complex than this, they have had several successful operations. Everyone knows that when fighting in the mountains and forests, what matters most is not how advanced the equipment is, nor how fierce individual combat skills are, but rather the level of tacit understanding among team members, and it is this level of understanding that determines how many people can survive in the end.

  So this time they surrounded Wang Zhan. Andrei commanded from the center, following Lin's suggestion, and changed the tactics of surrounding and attacking from all sides to a three-sided attack with one side open, trying to force Wang Zhan into a trap. The mercenaries gathered on one side, with 72 people on each side, and their formation was also standard, in a Lin-style assault team shape.

  However, this time they encountered Wang Chan, who had been living in the Daxing'an Mountains since he was a child. His opponents were all ferocious beasts, and killing people was more brutal than a mad tiger. Within less than a minute of contact, the number of corpses on the ground had increased to over thirty.

  This group of mercenaries was almost wiped out by Wang Zhen in one breath, with nearly half of them killed.

  More than 200 elite mercenaries. After besieging for several hours and consuming countless ammunition, when they finally met Wang Chan, the total number of people in front and back was reduced by one-fifth.

  The lethality of firearms is enormous, but in the dense jungle, it cannot exert its due power. Even a sniper rifle that can kill people from one or two kilometers away has to rely on luck here.

  Even before, the immortals found Wang Chan's trail, it was a coincidence of surveillance satellites. It was timely discovered that "Wang Chan" had just climbed to the top of a small mountain, which was due to the sparse trees on that small mountain. Otherwise, in the dark night and dense forest, under the cover of layer upon layer of dense tree crowns, even with advanced satellite equipment, it would not be easy to discover Wang Chan's trail in this environment.

  Although the era of cold weapons has thoroughly ended, the truly terrifying thing in jungle warfare is still close combat with bayonets. No matter how powerful firearms are, if you're too far away to hit anyone, it's useless; but bayonet fighting is right at your fingertips - a white blade goes in and a red blade comes out, and the change that occurs in this back-and-forth is the life or death of living people.

  Dark clouds covered the moon, after nearly a minute of unilateral slaughter, the seasoned mercenary warriors had finally reacted, each drawing out their military daggers and pouncing fearlessly towards Wang Zhan.

  Wang Chan's movements were too fast. Even with the light from the flares illuminating everything, all that was visible to these mercenaries wearing tactical night vision goggles was a fleeting glimpse, like a ghostly apparition. Although they had guns in their hands and bullets in the chambers, every time they took aim, Wang Chan would mysteriously disappear without a trace.

  Moreover, the thirty or forty people who gathered together were close to leaving their guns behind. They were afraid of accidentally injuring their comrades, so they simply abandoned their guns and drew out their bayonets and daggers, wanting to engage in hand-to-hand combat with Wang Zhan. Of course, there were also some people who had a heavy heart, holding a knife in one hand and drawing out a handgun with the other, making preparations for both possibilities.

  For so many years, they have been fighting on foreign battlefields, witnessing life and death, seeing bloodshed, thinking that they had long forgotten what fear and hatred were. But at the moment when Wang Chan killed someone, countless mercenaries' hearts trembled involuntarily.

  Relive the experience once again, when they first stepped onto the battlefield years ago, an unforgettable and nightmarish "feeling"

  True warriors advocate for a straightforward and fearless attack. Most of the secret mercenary warriors in Lin's family are also retired elite soldiers from various domestic troops, with strong military colors in their hand-to-hand combat skills, emphasizing simplicity and directness, one strike to kill, quickly and effectively distinguishing life and death in the shortest time possible. This is fundamentally different from the martial arts world where people engage in dynamic and interactive fighting.

  Both sides were armed with bayonets. When they collided, there was nothing to say, no clever moves worked, only stabbing forward, stabbing, and stabbing again.

  This is true carnage!

  A battlefield of slaughter with no enemies but myself!

  Human lives are utterly meaningless at a time like this!

  In Wang Chan's eyes, a green light almost burst out of his eye sockets. The intense and fierce battle had stirred up the deepest and most sinister thoughts in his heart. At this moment, all kinds of fist techniques, martial arts, moves, and footwork became an instinctual manifestation of his body. Seeing a figure in front of him, he went straight for the throat with one knife, straightforward and without hesitation.

  Even if he was surrounded by three or five mercenaries, with several black bayonets aimed at his vital parts, he would still take a step forward and kill the opponent in front of him with one knife. After that, he would turn around and kill all the remaining people.

  These people had no idea how powerful the Thirteen Taibao's horizontal training was on Wang Chan's body. After this killing spree, the internal energy and blood in his body surged wildly, and the horizontal training automatically ran throughout his body, making even his eyelids as hard as fine steel, impervious to knives and guns. Although their bayonets were deadly weapons, they couldn't penetrate Wang Chan's skin at all, only cutting through his clothes in seven or eight places, leaving several grain-sized white marks on his body.

  When encountering such a situation, any normal person would instinctively be stunned for a moment. Next, a military dagger would flash through the air and swiftly come and go. Then they themselves would clearly hear their own trachea being pierced, with blood mixed with bubbles and a large amount of gurgling sounds rushing out.

  At the same time, in this beast-like battlefield that kept roaring, there were also sporadic pistol shots, which were those mercenaries who subconsciously pulled the trigger before they died.

  Even a few people, with their last strength, pulled the pins of the hand grenades and detonated them in front of the icy corpses, wanting to perish together with Wang Chan. However, unfortunately, at this time, Wang Chan's figure had already sprinted forward by more than ten steps, so whether it was handguns or hand grenades, they could only go off futilely behind his back.

  Wang Chan moved freely in the midst of this chaos, his body automatically adapting to all changes in the surrounding environment. His two ears trembled slightly as he monitored every rustling sound within tens of meters around him.

  The white blade battle just now was too intense and bloody, the entire 72-man mercenary team was slaughtered by him like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, in the blink of an eye they were killed until only a few scattered survivors remained, all those who gathered together to surround him were left with no survivors. Looking around, there were only two or three small cats that had quickly distanced themselves from the scene.

  Wang Chan wasn't without thinking, to continue chasing after them, killing all these people, then in one breath following this direction forward. With his leg strength, in the dense forest, no matter what, these people would not be able to catch up. The only thing to worry about was the two helicopters constantly circling above his head.

  Machine.

  No matter how fast a person runs, they can't outrun flying. Moreover, with the Lin family's enormous power and control over advanced technology, who knows how many ways there are to track oneself down.

  However, just as the road ahead was about to be cleared, Wang Chan suddenly stopped in his tracks, without any intention of pursuing and attacking further. This was because while he was sniping at others, he himself had also become a target for others to snipe at. Even if he could kill all 72 people on this side, there were still 145 people around him who were unharmed, and in such a battlefield, the power of one person alone was fundamentally unable to control the entire situation.

  No matter how high his boxing skills and martial arts are!

  Just as he suddenly stopped in his tracks, Wang Chan only felt a sudden numbness on his back, a faintly painful feeling. It was as if it were similar to the feeling of being targeted by more than a dozen snipers with sniper rifles just now.

  However, this time, there weren't as many sensations, only a sensitive spot on my back, a sudden sharp jump, a numb and swollen pain like being needled by an old Chinese doctor.

  At this moment, he truly felt the enormous threat coming from behind him. More terrifying than the last time's sniper rifle burst. Two or three minutes of extreme slaughter, more than sixty lives disappeared at his hands, after such a period of reaction, even if other mercenaries were still hundreds of meters away, they couldn't surround him for the time being.

  But there will also be some powerful firearms available for use.

  Boom! Boom! Boom! A series of loud thunderous sounds suddenly entered the ears.

  In a flash of foreboding danger, Wang Chan's entire body retreated instead of advancing, Jin Li dodged and weaved through the waves, his slender chest deftly flipping clouds. Outside, a string of Yan Qing's eight flips, shoulder touching the ground, elbow in sync, net dodging and flashing for an instant, on top of his head, the armed helicopter hovering above him suddenly spewed out a ten-meter-long fiery tongue towards the ground.

  Attack helicopter's exclusive flying millimeter machine-mounted six-barreled autocannon, today's world's most advanced infrared thermal imaging technology, laser locking device, electric motor crazy rotation, in the blink of an eye is more than two or three hundred rounds of autocannon shells. High-density coverage of a large area where Wang Chan just stood.

  More than half a foot long "shells" spewed out flames at the speed of a machine gun, and such powerful firepower was enough to blast a small hill in an instant. No wonder this time, Wang Chan felt even more dangerous, being hit by such cannon-like things, even iron men would turn into powder.

  "Oh no!!!"

  Wang Zhen's power burst out violently, shocking and astonishing the world. His divine intention merged with his body, and as soon as he had an idea, his body would immediately move in sync. In the instant when the helicopter fired its machine gun, he jumped and bounced around, rolling all over the place, without caring about any image at all. The sound that came out of his throat was like a wounded tiger.

  A cornered beast will fight fiercely.

  Rumble rumble rumble rumble

  Almost simultaneously with his body, the entire ground in front of him was blown up, and within a radius of 100 meters, whether it was tall trees or low shrubs, grass, rocks, everything. Anything that was within the bombing area was crushed and flew into the sky.

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  Wang Chan rolled on the ground, pounced forward like lightning, and even in mid-air, he curled up his neck and head, with all four limbs and hundred joints exerting force to shrink inward. His large body suddenly became like a hedgehog, curling into a ball, with his back arched like a bow. In an instant, the skin on the outside turned a dark greenish-blue, radiating a cold glow.

  With a burst of energy, in an instant, he was already over 100 meters away, falling into a large pit.

  Never had Wang Chan felt so close to death, just in that instant. He truly felt the boundless power of firearms in modern society. Handguns, rifles, and Desert Eagles were nothing compared to the hail of bullets pouring down from the helicopter.

  Looking back, the whole scene was a mess. From where he had just stood, the ground was scorched everywhere. Although he could also sense the danger coming in an instant before it arrived, the power of this airborne weapon's machine gun was simply too great, enough to penetrate his Thirteen Taibao Cross-Strap Protective Armor with one shot.

  Only two cannonballs. His life would definitely not be in his own hands.

  Even this time, he saw the machine quickly and avoided the direct bombardment of all the machine gun bullets, but no matter how fast his body was, he couldn't avoid being hit by the large pieces of mountain rocks that were blown up by the fragments of the exploding shells on his back.

  However, it can be said that he had already practiced his horizontal swordsmanship to the point of perfection, protecting his body with muscles and bones as hard as steel, and his internal energy was full. But even so, these bullet fragments, which should have been the most lethal on the battlefield, did not penetrate his body. Nevertheless, after this encounter, the massive impact force from the bullets still made Wang Chan cry out in pain, his internal organs almost flipping over instantly.

  What's more, a piece of shrapnel flew spinning and hit his head, with intense friction, even bursting out dazzling sparks in the dark, like millet-sized sparks flying everywhere. It was as if it were cutting steel on a machine tool.

  "Damn it, what kind of weapon is this? Luckily I wasn't hit head-on, or the power of a single bullet would have been almost comparable to that one time when Yue broke through my defenses and stabbed me in the neck with his golden needle."

  Luckily, I have this horizontal exercise skill that covers my entire body without any gaps. Normally, I also often use oil to temper my head, making it even harder than the rest of my body. Otherwise, after all the hard work, just one hit and half of my head would have flown off."

  Wang Chan fell into the ditch. He only felt that his whole body was aching all over, and he knew it was just now. Suddenly, he burst out with all his might. It was really thrilling, and now the crisis had passed. He stood up, sweating profusely, and suddenly became vigilant about the weapons on the helicopter.

  A person who practices boxing, first and foremost trains their courage, they must have the heart of a tiger, only by being fearless of life and death can they produce a fist technique that is unstoppable. Therefore, although Wang Chan's heart was somewhat nervous, he didn't have even a single thread of fear or terror. On the contrary, he calmed down and turned his head to look around, just in time to see the helicopter that had flown over their heads, making a turn in the distant sky, drawing a large circle, and flying back again.

  And this time it flew even lower, in order to get a clearer view of Wang Chan, the helicopter almost scraped against the treetops all the way.

  "There is great terror between life and death. My heart is as one, I devote myself to the fist method, only if I don't die can I fulfill my wishes in my heart. A thousand difficulties and ten thousand dangers, I take it all on my own shoulders!"

  King Chan's mouth kept repeating the same sentence, and he looked at the helicopter coming from a distance, surprisingly not dodging or avoiding it. To everyone's surprise, it suddenly jumped out of the ditch and came up directly.

  "Enemies are as numerous as trees. Everyone wants to kill me, but my way is only in the heart, I won't engage in clever schemes or calculations, no glory or shame, calmly and freely passing through life, you come to kill me, I'll just kill you!!!"

  His voice was like thunder, his feet pounding rapidly as he burst out of the ditch. He charged forward without saying a word, his foot stomping fiercely on the ground, creating a massive crater. Like a fierce tiger, he zigzagged through the air, seemingly oblivious to the flames spewing from the helicopter above. The deafening roar continued to echo behind him as he lowered his head and charged forward with all his might.

  One man, one machine! One goes up today, one comes down!

  When Wang Chan finished speaking, he had already taken a step forward and jumped up two or three meters high, dodging a flame in front of him. He flipped over like an ape and landed on the tallest tree in front of him.

  Zoom, zoom, zoom, people went up, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived under the tree crown. The helicopter net was only 12 or 13 meters above their heads, and the huge six-barreled machine gun looked extremely ferocious. Wang Chan even saw through the helicopter window a white man like a polar bear in the plane, who was wildly roaring.

  The sound beside his ear suddenly disappeared, Wang Chan's foot exerted a fierce force, borrowing the elasticity of the branch, and in this mysterious way, he burst out of the dense tree crown, leaping five or six meters high, and then lay on his back facing the sky, like a rhinoceros looking at the moon. He opened his mouth, and with a "poof" sound, he sprayed out a white light over a foot long, which was his invincible "Tai Bai Jing Qi" that had been killing all the way.

  The threat of this helicopter is too great, Wang Chan wants to leave safely, he must find a way to get rid of this heavily armed fellow. But his Taibai Jingqi's range is only about ten meters, so Wang Chan can only climb onto the trunk of the tree, cross over the treetops, and in the last moment, spit out this sword-like white light.

  Just at this moment, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a bright moon illuminated the nine states. Almost everyone in the depths of the forest looked up and saw a figure flying into the air like a swimming dragon, shooting a beam of white light that was stretching and shrinking into the helicopter roaring above their heads.

  In an instant, the sky seemed to be still, and people's eyes only saw that white light piercing through the white paper like a straight-up helicopter rumbling with steel armor, and then the entire plane was as if it were a block of soft butter being cut open.

  A soft white light rose from below, swirling. Suddenly, a large amount of fresh blood burst out of the helicopter, scattering down from mid-air, and then the plane disintegrated, exploding with a loud crash, like a huge fireball falling from the sky. It landed in the woods.

  At the same time, amidst the flames, Wang Chan flipped over and fell down, grabbing several branches in mid-air to shed his downward momentum, landing steadily on the ground.

  He took a deep breath and swallowed the white light, but it had already shrunk by more than half, leaving only five or six inches in length.

  At this moment, Wang Chan suddenly felt a sudden surge of energy, as if he had sensed something, and turned his head to gaze up at the deep night sky, his eyebrows furrowing tightly.

  At this time, more than thirty miles away from Wang Chan, on a mountain ridge, there was also a middle-aged man with a warm and jade-like complexion, who was looking up at the same time.

  Two people, though far apart and unable to see even a shadow of each other, yet at the same moment seemed to sense each other's presence.

  "It's actually the Taibai Essence?! It was worth coming here after all! What a great King Chan, truly a remarkable person! With this treasure in hand, who can stop me?! I'll just wait for you right here!" The warm and refined man gazed towards the place where flames were rising, his expression seemingly both joyful and anguished. After finishing speaking, he actually sat down cross-legged on the spot, placing the sword scabbard flat on his knees.

  The next moment two white vapors emerged from his nostrils, poured into the box, and in between seemed to have the sound of dragon's hum and crane's cry, echoing by the ear.

  As the armed helicopter crashed, the entire dense forest suddenly boiled up. Wang Chan only took a glance at the direction of the warm and gentle man, and then he didn't have time to think about anything else, because in his peripheral vision, he also saw five figures at this moment.

  There were five people with different personalities, old and young. The first was a middle-aged man wearing a military uniform. Behind him were four others, two of whom Wang Chan recognized. They were the two men in their fifties who had been playing chess in front of the White Crane Martial Arts Hall during the day.

  A moment's thought and he knew that these four people were definitely the remaining four of Lin Yuanfang's six great masters in Beijing. Wang Chan clicked his teeth, stuck out his tongue to lick his somewhat dry and cracked lips, which still had a slightly bloody taste. These were all the fresh blood splashed on his face by the mercenaries who died at his hands during the intense battle earlier, now dried and solidified.

  "Why didn't you die at the White Crane Hall? What are you doing here again? You're really looking for death!!! Wang Chan's eyes had already taken in these five people clearly, although he knew they were all masters of martial arts, each one strong and powerful, with great endurance, but in front of him they weren't even a match for a group of mercenaries armed with guns."

  In close combat, any master of boxing under Taibai's precise and swift attack is just a weak chicken or dog, unable to withstand even one blow.

  A sigh, and suddenly a surge of emotions flooded Wang Chan's mind!!