Chapter 199 (1/2)

Beside the fat man, a little red dot was aiming at his chest, but the fat man was still chatting with someone on the side.

”Get down!” Janssen suddenly shouted.

But his warning was late, and bursts of gunfire rang out in the woods.

With the sound of gunfire, seven or eight mercenaries in camouflage clothes fell in a pool of blood.

”Damn it, I'm in ambush“ Yang Sen hid behind a tree and looked at the opposite hillside.

Flames shot from the hillside, so that the mercenaries couldn't lift their heads at all.

”Retreat, retreat.” Yelled Janssen.

After a bloody battle, he rushed out of the encirclement with mercenaries, counted the number, and even lost more than half.

”Damn it!” Yang Sen secretly scolded.

”What about the boss?” Asked a mercenary.

”Since they want to die, I'll help them.” Janssen said, gritting his teeth.

”You cover me here. I'll tear up these bastards.” Yang Sen said coldly with a murderous intention in his eyes.

With that, Janssen pulled out his sickle from behind and rushed to the hillside.

Under the cover of the trees, Yang Sen rushed to the highland where the SWAT team was located like a ghost.

”Asshole, why is this guy so fast!” Zhang Yuan scolded while directing the shooting.

Suddenly, Yang Sen broke through the fire net, rushed down from a tree, waved a sickle and cut Zhang Yuan's throat.

Anyway, Zhang Yuan didn't expect that this guy could break through the fire net and fall from the sky. For a moment, he stayed on the spot. He saw that the sharp sickle was about to cut his throat. At this time, a sword light flashed.

”When!”

With the sound of metal collision, Ling Feng stood in front of Zhang Yuan.

”Your opponent is me.” Ling Feng flicked Yang Sen's sickle away and said coldly.

The sudden appearance of Ling Feng surprised Zhang Yuan, and his body retreated several steps.

”It's you.” Looking at Ling Feng standing in front of him, a trace of cold appeared on Yang Sen's face.

”It's me. We should calculate the general ledger today.” Ling Feng said coldly.

”By you?” Janssen sneered.

”At the beginning, you picked up a life. Today you won't have another chance. I'll cut off your head and avenge my brother blood snake.” Janssen said coldly.

”Hum, I'll kill you to avenge mentor Wu.” Ling Feng stared at Yang Sen and said coldly.

”Come with me if you can.” Janssen snorted coldly and jumped to the jungle not far away.

”You deal with the mercenaries below, and I'll deal with that guy.” Ling Feng to Zhang Yuandao beside him.

”Brother Ling, be careful.” Zhang Yuan said.

Ling Feng made an OK gesture. His body had disappeared in place and followed Yang Sen to the jungle not far away.

In the middle of the jungle is a flat ground the size of a playground, which is very suitable for martial arts competition. Yang Sen stands in the forest with a sickle in his hand and stares at Ling Feng jokingly.

Ling Feng stopped two meters away from YANGSEN. The dragon sword was held in the palm of his hand, and a cold breath came out.

”I wonder what courage makes you dare to compete with me here.” Janssen sneered.

A month ago, Ling Feng saw that he only had a chance to run, but now he dares to challenge himself.

Although if the talent is very strong, the strength will improve very quickly, he still doesn't believe that Ling Feng can be an enemy with him after such a short time.

The sickle in Janssen's hand was slowly raised, and a cold murderous gas was emitted from his body. The rocks under his feet made a rattling sound, and cracks extended under his feet.

Although Ling Feng has reached the strength of the middle rank of Huaqi, there is still a big gap with Yang Sen of the high rank of Huaqi.

Holding the dragon sword in his hand tightly, Ling Feng took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes slightly, and showed a trace of dignity on his face.

Yang Sen can be said to be the most powerful enemy he has encountered so far. After all, there is a gap between the two people. Although it is only the first level, it is an insurmountable gap.

”Today I'll let you know the consequences of overestimation.”

Yang Sen gave a cold drink and suddenly stepped on the ground. The smoke and dust on the soles of his feet shot out like a flash of lightning. The sickle in his hand drew a gorgeous cold light in the air and rushed at Ling Feng.

The sickle took the shadow and cleaved it down. Yang Sen started quickly and ruthlessly. As soon as he came up, he wanted to cut off Ling Feng's head.