Chapter 81: Feng Yuxiu vs. Yuan Lang

"Captain, there are only two of them left. Is it really necessary to be this cautious?"

Yuan Lang revealed a smile. "You know? That kid has a certain aura about him—a very dangerous aura. Don't let the fact that he's alone fool you; he could take all of you down. This is a guaranteed win; there's no need to act like a hero and engage him in hand-to-hand combat."

"Those movements were beautiful and fluid, all of them killing blows. This kid's background is definitely not simple."

A teammate to the side scoffed. "Captain, we aren't exactly pushovers either."

"Have you ever killed anyone?" Yuan Lang turned to stare at him.

"This... Captain..."

"That kid has killed people. Be careful; he likely doesn't know how to hold back."

"Captain, that kid has appeared."

Yuan Lang gazed over with a calm expression.

Feng Yuxiu walked up to the lieutenant, carrying his rifle in one hand.

He crouched down, eyes fixed on Yuan Lang in the distance, and thrust his right hand into the lieutenant's side, pulling back sharply.

*Puchi! *

White smoke immediately rose from the unconscious lieutenant's body.

Killed in action!

"Damn, that kid just killed someone right in front of us!!"

This instantly filled the team members behind Yuan Lang with righteous indignation.

"Squad Leader, hold your position. The entrance is open ground, so it'll be hard for them to attack. You have the tent for cover; I'll try to draw more of them away!"

After saying this, Feng Yuxiu slung his rifle over his shoulder, turned, and ran toward the cliff wall.

This was a basin surrounded by mountains on three sides, with the entrance blocked by Yuan Lang.

The only direction he could retreat was toward the cliff wall.

The cliff wasn't high, about seven or eight meters.

Feng Yuxiu bent his hands, grabbing onto protrusions as he twisted and climbed upward.

He had to force these people at the entrance into close quarters with him.

As long as he could get close, he would have a massive chance of winning.

If he kept trading shots, he would be eliminated sooner or later.

"Hey, Captain, that kid isn't stupid. He's climbing the mountain—an eight-meter rock climb. Can he make it up? Should we stop him? If he falls, he'll be 'honored' in the worst way."

Their expressions also turned grave.

This was an eight-meter cliff, and with jagged rocks below, falling would truly mean death.

"Should we fire to stop him?"

Yuan Lang laughed. "No need, no need. Why fire? This is a talent. Talents require a talent's way of doing things. You guys go in and finish off that soldier. I'll go meet this talent."

"He really is a talent."

Yuan Lang laughed as he circled around from the hillside.

Feng Yuxiu's speed was very slow; in the night, every protruding rock was a key to climbing upward.

He only had one chance and had to hold on tight.

Otherwise, falling meant a bottomless abyss.

After catching his breath for a moment, Feng Yuxiu threw his rifle down.

"Hey, hey, hey, you'll break the gun."

The Old A team member below hurriedly called out.

He kept his eyes on the edge of the cliff, his hands and feet moving nimbly as he surged upward.

In a few movements, he was like a harrier bird in the night, moving rapidly.

His fractured hands hadn't fully healed, so his climbing speed was currently restricted.

Fortunately, he climbed up without interference.

Perhaps the Old A members were also afraid he would fall to his death.

This kind of death-defying behavior in an exercise, while rare, was worthy of respect.

Even if, at the top, he was facing their captain.

That truly terrifying man.

The night wind blew across the cliff.

Feng Yuxiu stood on the summit, his eyes fixed on the swaying jungle.

One step.

Two steps.

Yuan Lang's footsteps emerged.

The two stood ten meters apart, facing each other.

"Xu... Xu Sanduo, right? I've heard of you." Yuan Lang smiled.

The moonlight in the night shone on his shoulder insignia.

That fleeting glimpse of the insignia made Feng Yuxiu's pupils shrink.

Lieutenant Colonel!

A deputy regimental-level superior!

"You threw away your gun. Is a soldier still a soldier without his gun? You tell me, if I shoot you dead right now, does that mean I win?"

Yuan Lang's demeanor was relaxed and smiling.

Feng Yuxiu gripped the rivet in his hand. "Want to have a fight, sir?"

Yuan Lang smiled and set down his two guns, slowly drawing a dagger from his belt.

The next second, his smile vanished instantly, and he lunged forward.

At a distance of two meters from Feng Yuxiu, he thrust toward the heart, his gaze gloomy and firm.

Feng Yuxiu's gaze turned cold; his muscles tensed and exploded with power as he held the rivet horizontally with his right hand to block.

*Bang! *

Yuan Lang, who had initiated the attack, had gathered immense force, aiming the downward strike fiercely at Feng Yuxiu.

As the two collided, Feng Yuxiu jabbed the rivet in his hand toward Yuan Lang's wrist.

Both men turned sideways, brushing past each other.

Yuan Lang smiled and backhanded a strike; rapid, intense attacks fell like raindrops.

Feng Yuxiu retreated continuously, his eyes locked on the dagger as he parried repeatedly.

Yuan Lang's right hand attacked incessantly, giving Feng Yuxiu no room to counterattack.

Under the high-density assault, Feng Yuxiu could only keep retreating.

Yet his gaze remained steady, staring straight at Yuan Lang's dagger, searching for an opportunity.

He only had one chance.

A single gap caused by a mistake would be enough for him to reverse the offense and defense, making this lieutenant colonel pay the price.

*Bang, bang, bang! *

Gradually, Feng Yuxiu's feet were forced to the edge of the cliff.

Yuan Lang glanced over, the corners of his mouth curling up, his right hand continuing to thrust and strike fiercely, forcing Feng Yuxiu to retreat further.

Both were experts; once an attack was initiated, there could be no room for flaws.

Feng Yuxiu was forced into a position where he couldn't resist.

If he even thought about fighting back, leaving his back exposed, his heart would be pierced by Yuan Lang.

And Yuan Lang had to maintain this continuous rhythm of attack.

The kid in front of him was an expert—a different kind of expert.

He couldn't give him any chance to counterattack.

Otherwise, once this rhythm broke, he would never be able to suppress him completely again.

Even Yuan Lang felt a sense of gravity and strain at this moment.

Gradually, Feng Yuxiu's feet were only two meters from the cliff edge; he had to counterattack, or he would surely fall off the cliff.

The crisis was imminent; Feng Yuxiu suddenly grinned, stopped dodging, and turned sideways, aiming his shoulder at Yuan Lang's dagger.

Yuan Lang's pupils shrank, slightly stunned; he hadn't expected Feng Yuxiu to be this reckless, intending to take the knife hit head-on.

But there was no turning back; Yuan Lang remained expressionless as his right hand thrust forward fiercely.

*Puchi! *

The knife plunged solidly into Feng Yuxiu's right shoulder.

"The chance is here!!"

Feeling the pain of the blade entering his flesh, Feng Yuxiu finally interrupted Yuan Lang's continuous assault.

His right hand thrust the rivet upward, jabbing fiercely at Yuan Lang's windpipe.

His left hand clamped down on the dagger embedded in his shoulder, giving Yuan Lang no chance to pull it out.

Yuan Lang abandoned the dagger and retreated instantly.

The roles of offense and defense were instantly reversed.

Feng Yuxiu planted his feet, pulled the dagger out with his left hand, gripped the rivet tightly with his right, and attacked with both hands, jabbing toward Yuan Lang's face, windpipe, and heart.

His movements were faster than Yuan Lang's speed, and his force was even sharper.

His feet alternated in a rapid sprint.

Yuan Lang retreated as he faced Feng Yuxiu; he couldn't turn around and expose his back to Feng Yuxiu.

One was attacking head-on, the other was retreating head-on.

Yuan Lang had completely fallen into a disadvantage.

"Lieutenant Colonel, you've lost!"

*Puchi! * ===== CHAPTER 82 =====