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Chapter 203: 200: The One Who Should Be Careful Is You!
Chapter 203: 200: The One Who Should Be Careful Is You!
Chapter 203: Chapter 200: The One Who Should Be Careful Is You!
Legoff felt like he had been hit in the side chest by a siege log, his whole ribcage making a sound on the verge of shattering, the impact force halting his heartbeat in an instant.
Blood surged once more; Legoff choked on the blood spraying from his nose, and with that choke, his strength ebbed, Bi Fang’s harpoon descending another inch!
“Die!” Bi Fang’s eyes were about to split with rage!
“Cough!”
A mouthful of bloody phlegm was spat out by Legoff, splattering on Bi Fang’s face. Bi Fang instinctively closed his eyes, then a sharp pain in the ribs came as Legoff responded with a knee strike of his own!
The two were relentless in leveraging their gains, following up with knee strikes wildly, clashing bones, one after another, jackhammering each other’s intercostal spaces!
Crack!
Legoff’s rib in his waist suddenly broke, and with that excruciating pain, his strength drained rapidly. As the blade was about to stab into his neck, his eyes turned bloodshot as he suddenly reached out to grab Bi Fang’s wounded left arm, fingers digging into the flesh, pinching hard!
“Ah!”
Bi Fang screamed in agony, the audience closing their eyes in unison, unable to imagine the pain of fingers probing and squeezing a wound.
Legoff unleashed all his physical energy, twisted and pushed the blade diagonally, sparks flying in the clash of blades, as he dodged the harpoon!
The blade missed its mark, the harpoon embedding into the muddy ground, Legoff took the opportunity to roll and draw his blade, his arm tracing an arc, plunging the knife towards Bi Fang who was prone on the ground due to inertia!
But Bi Fang was not Legoff, his long-term yoga training and calisthenics had made him more agile than the physically larger Legoff, and even stronger core strength, a carp flip got him rolling into position, his feet kicking fiercely into Legoff’s lower abdomen.
Legoff, with his broken ribs, feared the kick would drive the broken bones into his organs, he forcibly twisted his weight and stepped back, but with his heel hitting the ground to gain leverage, he lashed out with the knife again!
Finally, Bi Fang managed to pull out his harpoon, used it to block, his blade’s back bracing against Legoff’s!
Metal vibrated once more.
Legoff pressed down hard.
In an instant, roles reversed!
The tide of battle surged again, the continuous excitement nearly knocking the audience out.
But Bi Fang was not Legoff, using the back teeth of the harpoon to trap the blade, he twisted his wrist and snapped Legoff’s blade off before sweeping it aside.
Both exposed, Bi Fang and Legoff locked eyes and with ferocity, headbutted each other hard!
The head-on strike to the head concussed both men, intensifying the pain and dizziness, their visions blurring, clinging to their fighting spirit as they grappled together, like drunken men desperately clutching at each other’s throats.
At that moment, the fight had almost become instinctive, all notions of Youlong Bagua or stabbing techniques completely forgotten.
In this state, all tactics completely lost their meaning, as they clung together rolling, striking each other’s faces with all their might, elbowing throats, kneeing lower bellies.
This was the most primitive of struggles, no different from the tearing and biting of wild beasts, with nobody minding using even their teeth.
Legoff was a retired special forces soldier from the Qiaobote Assault Team, and Bi Fang likewise possessed powerful skills rewarded by the System, both elite among elites. Yet now, not even a neat hook could be thrown, relying only on ferocity and tolerance for pain.
Legoff’s elbow strike split open the corner of Bi Fang’s eye, Bi Fang’s fingernails nearly tore open Legoff’s skin, kicking furiously at Legoff’s ribs over and over.
Rage ignited all the fighting spirit in their blood; they had no weapons in their hands, but their vehemence was even more ferocious than when they did.
The two strangled each other, waves of suffocation hitting them, but Legoff overestimated himself and underestimated Bi Fang’s endurance. Already choking on his own blood, he began to falter!
As time dragged on, Legoff’s consciousness grew more and more blurry.
This guy, this guy… how is he so formidable…
His vision started to hallucinate, scenes in his head flickering like a carousel—the joy of hunting success, the satisfaction with money in hand, the soft body of a woman…
Am I going to… die?
Blood sprayed from his mouth and nose, Legoff went numb for a moment, then his consciousness began to drift, everything in front of him turned blood red, his gaze dropping from the red mud to the black sky, the world trembling several times.
Seizing the opportunity, Bi Fang pounced on Legoff’s back, his arm tightly securing Legoff’s throat, but this time he used both hands and feet to lock his body in place.
Yet another Naked Choke!
The technique to subdue the opponent using one’s entire body as shackles!
The audience, recognizing this familiar scene, gasped, as if this bloody battle was about to come to its end with the same move as the one initially used against the poacher!
Die!
Bi Fang gritted his teeth and roared!
Legoff’s legs flailed weakly, but his consciousness grew blurrier and blurrier; the carousel of images in his head stopped spinning, and he felt himself plummeting into the depths of despairing hell.
[Be careful!]
[Damn it, Master Fang watch out for the sneak attack!]
[Master Fang, be careful! There’s another poacher!]
The previously calm live stream chat erupted like a volcano, with many female viewers screaming in fright.
Another Sap, there was another Sap!
The battle, which lasted only a few minutes, made everyone forget about the injured Sap lying nearby; he was hurt but not yet devoid of the ability to move!
Sap nervously looked at Legoff, who was now only showing the whites of his eyes, and with all his might, he crawled towards the distance. Three meters away, there it was—the rifle that had fallen to the ground!
But at the moment, Bi Fang surely couldn’t spare any effort to read the barrage of messages; he was using all his strength to deal with Legoff!
Blood mixed with mud, tracing a crimson path.
Just a few meters! If he could just get to the rifle, victory would still be theirs!
Hurry, hurry!
Sap struggled to crawl, the shaft of the arrow dragging and tearing a larger wound in his belly, blood spurting out more profusely, causing Sap to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!
Having ventured out together without ever failing, how could it have come to this? He was just a streamer, only a streamer.
Tears and snot poured from Sap’s face, the wound in his belly growing ever larger, his hand getting closer to the rifle.
Three meters.
Two meters.
One meter.
Almost there, almost, Legoff, just hold on a little longer.
A smile spread across Sap’s face, but in the next second, a gunshot thundered, and the bullet mercilessly hit the rifle, sending it flying three meters away, crashing hard to the ground. Sap froze, despair enveloping him entirely as he stared blankly at the beam of light from the flashlight.
Within the beam, a figure gradually approached, becoming clearer.
Bi Fang staggered through the light and shadows, barely managing to stay upright as he walked up to Sap, almost collapsing, but his determination kept him standing. He gripped the gun in his hand; it was the very pistol he had kicked away earlier.
Bi Fang wanted to smile, but he no longer had the energy even for that.
His mouth opened silently, and blood seeped through his teeth, spitting a mouthful of bloody spittle directly onto the stunned face of Sap.
“You should have been more careful.”
A hard object pressed against Bi Fang’s back, an icy chill piercing straight to his heart. It wasn’t just the four of them in this forest; someone had breached their battlefield, waiting for an opportunity to ambush him.
Bi Fang’s vision nearly blacked out; he had overlooked someone insignificant yet crucial—Johnny.
With all his strength depleted, Bi Fang was no longer able to resist. The joy of an expected victory washed away, and in that moment, he found an odd sense of calm.
Johnny, trembling, held the rifle. He was very scared, but the smile on his face couldn’t hide the pride within.
In the end, he was the victor, though it was a pity that Legoff’s poaching team was done for. He had no intention of bringing them back for treatment; it was better to leave them to die here.
It was, after all, his first time killing someone. There was fear, but more overwhelming was the thrill.
Johnny intended to finish off Bi Fang immediately, but his pride made him blurt out all the misdeeds he had been involved in over the years.
“I never conducted blood testing on your Geese, but what could you do about it? Elvan was too dumb, in reality, all you needed was to pay a small price for a passing report. Too bad now I’ll have to look for new partners.”
Johnny shook his head in disappointment, but his expression froze the next second.
The same touch, the same chill. Johnny’s body couldn’t stop shaking as he raised his hands in a tremble.
Étienne, holding a shotgun, stood behind Johnny.
“The one who should have been careful is you, baldy.”