81 Hunting (2/2)

It all happened as fast as lightning, and his flesh was easily sliced open. Fresh blood erupted out.

Xiao Luo turned around on the spot, twisting backward and suddenly attacking the area in front of him to the left. His movements were like flowing water and clouds. Everything happened simultaneously as if a turning angle was but a straight line.

Clenching his hands into fists, Xiao Luo conjured up a frightening wind. It seemed to tear the air and hit the big man in front of him.

”Bang!”

”Click!”

The hard, iron fist was like a steel hammer, and it left an imprint in the big man's chest. It was a force as scary as a tsunami. The man's sternum ruptured, puncturing his heart. Scarlet blood spewed forth, and his body flew backward until it collided heavily with the trunk of a tree. The tree was the size of two bodies, and it violently shook as countless green leaves fluttered down. It was as if a beast had clawed out the man's heart, and his life had suddenly evaporated.

Fierce, tyrannical, and unrelenting shots. A fatal blow!

”D*mnit. He is here!”

A bald mercenary reacted, then aimed his submachine gun at Xiao Luo and fired sweeping shots.

Xiao Luo surged forward with full force, running as fast as a cheetah. He didn't let a single bullet touch him. He kept his body low and hurried forward with a strange feeling of peace.

Xiao Luo let out another cold snort, and his strong legs made a whistling sound before slamming into the bald man's knee. With a 'click,' his straight, long legs instantly bent backward, and he let out a scream. Before he could react, the dagger in Xiao Luo's hands slit his throat in a flash.

”Pew!”

The arteries ruptured, and a fountain of blood fiercely spurted. The bald man's eyes widened and filled with fear. He dropped his firearm as he reached with both hands to cover his bleeding throat. But no matter what he did, he could not stop the bleeding and collapsed to the ground as if his bones had lost all their support. His limbs twitched before death finally claimed him.

In an instant, three men had been killed. And death's scythe did not stop there…

The blood-stained dagger carried all the vengeance of its master as it crossed a distance of three to four yards before plunging with a 'pu-chu' sound into a square-faced man's chest.

Although one-eyed Eagle was the head of this squad, only one of his men was able to accurately lock onto Xiao Luo. But he did not dare to shoot because Xiao Luo and the square-faced man's positions were almost overlapping. Or, put another way, the square-faced man had become Xiao Luo's puppet. His body was being controlled as it shook side to side.

”Shan Yao! Shan Yao!!” Eagle yelled twice at the square-faced man and raised his weapon to eye-level. He moved to set up the kill even though Xiao Luo was still using the square-faced man as cover.

The only problem was that no matter how many times he moved, the square-faced man and Xiao Luo always were in a straight line.

Because of the massive size of the square-faced man, Xiao Luo was blocked entirely. If someone were watching this scene without context, they would think that it consisted solely of the one-eyed brawler and the square-faced man, who was in a weird position and behaving like a puppet on a string. The whole situation gave off a strange and eerie feeling.

Bean-sized beads of sweat rolled down Eagle's forehead as he screamed at Xiao Luo, ”Let him go! Let him go!”

It would be a lie to say he was not panicking. Was his enemy really human? How could one man have killed so many of his companions in so little time?

Just then, with the square-faced man's back to Eagle, his feet were lifted in the air. As if possessed by an evil spirit, the square-faced man quickly approached him…