Falling into the Abyss

  Cheng Hong rushed over with swift steps, his sixth sense fully open as he leaped over one mound after another. From the moment he heard the wolf's howl, Cheng Hong had a bad feeling.

  "Lin Zifei, Feng Ke, don't get into any trouble, okay?"

  As he passed by the place where Feng Ke was ambushed and had his leg broken by wild boars, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and at the same time, he immediately sensed his surroundings.

  "Not a single breath, where am I going?"

  Cheng Hong muttered to himself, and then saw the fresh blood floating on the ground, as well as some brutal fighting scenes. Cheng Hong followed the traces of the fight all the way to the edge of the mud pit, but what he saw made his heart suddenly turn cold. ?? Struggle for Hegemony 10

  "Big grey!"

  Da Huī is Cheng Hóng's wild wolf and also the wolf king of the entire wolf pack.

  Looking at the gray wolf lying in the mud, unknown whether it was dead or alive, Cheng Hong jumped into the mud and pulled the wild wolf up with one hand. The only thing that made Cheng Hong happy was that when he lifted the wolf, it let out a miserable howl.

  It means it's still alive.

  At the other end of Amazon, another life-and-death battle was unfolding. Lin Zifeng ran all the way, with the powerful killer holding a machete closely behind him, the snow-white blade striking against the passing tree branches and vines, making a heart-pounding sound.

  Lin Zifeng didn't know how long he had been running. At the speed he was going, he should be very far away from Feng Ke by now.

  However, just as he was thinking this way, he didn't realize that he had already walked to a dead end. There was no road ahead, and going further forward would be a precipice of thousands of feet. Looking at the clouds and mist blocking the middle of the mountain, Lin Zifeng deeply knew that if he fell down, he would definitely be smashed to pieces.

  He looked at the cliff and didn't run anymore.

  Behind, the robust man who was chasing after him with a machete also stopped pursuing. By this time, Lin Zifeng was originally injured and had suffered extreme physical exhaustion, he really ran to a dead end this time.

  Lin Zifeng smiled bleakly.

  The knife of the mighty warrior slowly rose up.

  "Hold on!" Lin Zifeng suddenly stopped the burly man.

  "A man's death can be heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather. I don't know which one I am, but at least let me die with my clothes and hat properly arranged." After saying that, Lin Zifeng adjusted his clothes in front of the strong and fierce killer.

  After a long time, he raised his head and looked at the strong man.

  "I'm ready, come on."

  Lin Zifeng no longer resisted, and now he was not even a match for the strong man. It's better to be generous and give himself less trouble. After finishing speaking, Lin Zifeng spread out his hands, turned around, and looked at the distant landscape of mountains and rivers.

  "I really don't want to die."

  Among the majestic and cold Han, a few more points of appreciation appeared, but that knife was raised high in the sunlight, the blade aimed at Lin Zifeng's neck, and the next moment it chopped down without hesitation.

  Brush. ?? Struggle for Hegemony 10

  A bloody curtain covered the entire sky, and even the sunset turned crimson. Suddenly, a loud roar came from Da Han's mouth. His right hand holding the knife was chopped off along with half of his arm, flying in the air before falling ruthlessly into the deep abyss below.

  "Eight Trigrams Boxing"

  All that could be heard was a series of loud rumbling sounds, the strong man was held around his waist and thrown backwards eight times in a row, each time landing headfirst on the ground behind him, leaving a trail of deep pits.

  "Lin Zifeng, is this all you're capable of? What qualifications do you have for me to go investigate your personal file on your behalf?"

  Lin Zifeng was taken aback, and then turned his head to look back, just in time to see a young man hugging a sturdy man come an eight-segment throw. After all this was over, the young man's clear face appeared in Lin Zifeng's mind.

  Liu Yang.

  The newcomer was Liu Yang, who had been unintentionally saved by Lin Zifeng a few days ago. At this time, he somehow found a samurai sword suitable for Batou style and surprisingly used the eighth segment of Taiji to throw the strong man to the ground, inserting him upside down into the earth.

  Then Liu Yang looked at Lin Zifeng and walked up.

  "Bang!"

  Lin Zifeng was about to say something, but Liu Yang suddenly gave him a slap in the face. Instantly making Lin Zifeng come back to his senses, until now Lin Zifeng only thought that he was still alive and hadn't died yet.

  "Where's my stuff?" Liu Yang asked coldly.

  "A good friend of the Wolf Tooth Army! Do you want it? I'll give you two options, join hands to kill this person and then hand over my personal file to me. Or, you can go to the Wolf Tooth Army yourself to rob, but I don't know if you can find your way." Lin Zifeng immediately lied.

  Liu Yang's eyebrows sank, and he turned to face the muscular killer with Lin Zifeng. As soon as Lin Zifeng finished speaking, the muscular killer bowed his head and pulled out his head that was deeply buried in the mud.

  "No. 25, one of the seven members of the organization, nicknamed 'Bulldozer', a good earth name."

  Liu Yang looked at the strong man and couldn't help but say jokingly.

  "No. 57, Liu Yang, have you also betrayed the organization? Now, following the organization's orders, I will eliminate you as well." Contrary to Lin Zifeng's expectations, Liu Yang and the sturdy man were actually old acquaintances.

  "Organizations, people who don't even know their own identities are shouting about working for the organization every day. Do you know that the organization in your mouth killed your whole family with its own hands back then." Suddenly, a sentence came out of Liu Yang's mouth, which shocked both Lin Zifeng and Zhuang Han.

  "Could it be you?" The robust man's expressionless face suddenly showed a few hints of incredulity.

  "Not bad, just a little while ago, I entered the organization's archives room. Originally, I was helping someone find their family records, but unexpectedly found yours instead, No. 25, Zhong Xiangtong."

  As he spoke, Liu Yang pulled out a sealed envelope from his sleeve and tossed it at the strong man. The strong man instinctively stretched out his hand to catch the flying envelope, but it just happened to block his line of sight.

  "Battō ryū, sasu."

  English Translation: "Draw sword style, thrust."

  The strong man had just picked up the envelope when a sharp sword tip suddenly protruded from the other side of the envelope, pointing directly at his right eye.

  "Roar!"

  The burly man let out a pained cry and rapidly retreated backwards. At the same time, his left hand had somehow snatched from the sword's blade the envelope that proved his identity, while his other hand covered his right eye, with streaks of blood flowing out from between his fingers.

  He swiftly retreated dozens of steps, the burly man covering his eyes with one hand as he quickly opened the sealed envelope. For the people from the Killer Training Camp, their identities were their only proof.

  However, as soon as he tore open the envelope, his face changed drastically.

  "Blank paper!"

  "Blank paper!"

  Lin Zifeng and Zhuang Han almost exclaimed at the same time, Zhuang Han holding that white paper, his only remaining eye staring at Liu Yang's angry roar. Liu Yang looked at Zhuang Han with an evil smile, taking out several more envelopes from his sleeve.

  "In order to deal with the Seven-Man Squad, I specially prepared seven letters. How about one letter for each of the Seven-Man Squad?"

  "I'm going to kill you." The burly man let out a roar of rage and suddenly charged forward recklessly.

  "The weak points of the Iron Bone Flow are the eyes and the soles of the feet. Now that both your vital spots have been breached, I'm afraid even the Iron Bone Flow can't save you now. How will you fight me?" As he spoke, Liu Yang's body leaned slightly forward, his long shirt fluttering open. One hand grasped a sword, the other drew one out.

  "Battōjutsu, one cut as soon as the sword is drawn."

  With a soft drink from Liu Yang, the long knife in the scabbard was pulled out of the scabbard with a swift and fierce force. Suddenly, a loud "brush" sound was heard, and the strong man's upper body was cut off at the waist by Liu Yang.

  However, at this moment, a strange change occurred. The upper body of the strong man still had sensation, his hands tightly grasped Liu Yang's shoulders, and with the force from his previous charge, he dragged Liu Yang down into the abyss.

  Lin Zifeng and Liu Yang were both startled at the same time, Liu Yang wanted to escape but was tightly held by the strong man. Lin Zifeng happened to be standing behind Liu Yang, and instinctively grabbed Liu Yang's right arm when he saw this situation. However, the huge force of the impact sent Lin Zifeng flying along with him. Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a few cries of surprise, all three fell into the deep abyss below.