The battle ended, and it had become completely dark.

In the dense woods to the west of the village lay a primitive forest, filled with thickly packed layers of trees.

Huge trees, thick as people could embrace, were everywhere, as were the dense bushes.

This environment was a favorite battlefield for any sniper, perfect for concealing one's figure.

Although the visibility wasn't great, this disadvantage affected the prey even more.

Yang Fei activated his Nine Extremes technique, moving like an agile squirrel.

His figure flashed and then disappeared into a thick patch of low bushes.

A thousand meters away.

Mixgold, watching through an infrared scope, was shocked by this scene.

Stealthily moving thirty meters, then no trace at all.

The ability of Lord Mo Ying to conceal himself was something Mixgold had never seen before.

Even Mixgold himself couldn't achieve it.

"It seems that this Lord Mo Ying is indeed a formidable foe," he said.

"Neither Blood Slave nor Lakin died by his hand in vain."

Mixgold thought silently.

At the same time, his earlobes slightly trembled.

It was as if someone was stabbing his ears with red-hot steel needles, unbearably hot.

An indescribable sense of crisis, like an electric current, invaded Mixgold's entire body.

It made his hair stand on end.

This was one of Mixgold's innate abilities.

In this world, some people are favored by God.

From a young age, Mixgold could sense impending dangers.

When he was seven, he foresaw a car accident and stopped his aunt from rushing to the airport.

No one believed a child's words.

Then, on her way to the airport, his aunt met with a terrible car accident and was killed.

At the age of eight, Mixgold foresaw his grandfather's death.

He urged his parents to return to California to see his grandfather one last time, but his parents scolded him instead.

The next morning, his grandfather died alone.

Mixgold's foresight terrified his parents.

They suspected that the child was a demon.

Because every relative cursed by him soon lost their lives.

Even the family pets couldn't escape his curse.

His parents sent Mixgold far away to an orphanage.

After paying a sum of money, they never visited Mixgold again.

At the orphanage, Mixgold faced humiliations that adults couldn't imagine.

The older children in the orphanage, fed up with this stubborn and disobedient kid, tried every method.

Beating, framing, isolation, starvation, forced kneeling...

They even used his mouth as a urinal.

And when Mixgold was ten, a fourteen-year-old boy violated him.

The humiliations of childhood, the torments akin to hell.

Turned Mixgold into a real demon.

At the same time, it honed his innate ability to sense danger even more sharply.

Relying on this intuition,

Mixgold eventually became an outstanding Special Forces soldier after joining the army.

And after rigorous training, he became a King Sniper.

Now, Mixgold's intuition was kicking in again.

He could sense that, if he continued to lurk here,

the opponent's bullet would definitely blow his head off.

Mixgold took out a small puppet, bit his finger, and smeared blood on the puppet.

Then, he threw the puppet into the bushes.

Without hesitation, Mixgold wriggled his body and moved two hundred meters to the left.

This was a breath dispersal technique Mixgold had learned from a wizard, called the Substitute Puppet Technique.

This method, used for battlefield deception, was ingeniously deceitful and universally effective.

As soon as Yang Fei entered the jungle, he too felt an elusive murderous intent within.

This intuition was not an innate ability Yang Fei was born with.

It was an instinct he had developed through countless life-and-death battles.

The killing intent was like a vast spiderweb covering the sky and earth.

The intersecting threads were dispersed throughout the jungle.

If Yang Fei took one wrong step, it might lead to fatal danger.

In the thick, dense jungle, visibility was poor.

At that moment, both Yang Fei and Mixgold were using the snipers' ability to foresee danger.

The two were like bats in the night.

Emitting circles of ultrasonic waves, they sensed each other's presence around them.

Yang Fei knew he had encountered a truly formidable opponent.

He initiated Snake Stupefaction, moving his body, even more cautiously.

His body, like a snake, was crawling through the bushes, silently and stealthily inching forward.

The duel between snipers was not as romantic as ordinary people imagined.

A shot to the head, taking the enemy's life as if reaching into a bag to retrieve an item amidst thousands of troops.

Before firing, the sniper had to endure endless periods of hiding.

Drinking water, eating, even excretion were broken down into dozens of tiny, hardly noticeable motions.

And during this time, enduring the torture of venomous insects, ants, diseases, and other afflictions, there could be absolutely no reaction.

This required an incredibly strong willpower and robust physical strength to endure.

The situation that Yang Fei and Mixgold found themselves in

was one of the circumstances snipers least wanted to face.

Static sniping!

Yang Fei's heart sank.

He realized that the sniper he faced this time was even more steady and ruthless.

The two were lurking in the jungle.

However, their intuition was constantly searching for the presence of the other.

Gradually, a sense of energy response formed between the two men.

Both could feel the presence of the other.

They could even sense each other's location, though not precisely.

In Yang Fei's crosshairs, he had firmly locked onto a bush at eleven o'clock.

Intuition told Yang Fei that Mixgold might be hiding in the bushes.

But behind a large tree two hundred meters to the left of the bush, there was also a faint sensation of a piercing crisis coming through.

This was the first time Yang Fei had encountered such a situation.

If it weren't for this King Sniper duel,

Yang Fei might think that there were two snipers hiding there.

But clearly, at this moment, that judgment didn't hold.

Yang Fei knew it must be a trap set by Mixgold.

But he couldn't figure out

how Mixgold had created the illusion of two Mixgolds?

In a sniper duel, determining life and death only takes a moment.

If Yang Fei missed his shot,

then the next second, his own head might likely be blown open.

Yang Fei's palms were all covered in cold sweat.

Mixgold, with widened eyes, looked within a nine-hundred-meter range to the northeast, equally astounded.

Mixgold had never encountered such a terrifying sniper before.

Because he suddenly couldn't sense Yang Fei's presence.

His natural ability to foresee danger had, for the first time, lost its effect.

But, Mixgold would never think that his opponent had left the battlefield.

Because the sense of crisis hanging over his heart was growing ever more intense.

There was only one possibility.

It was that Lord Mo Ying had somehow erased his sense of threat from the enemy.

For a King Sniper, this was the most terrifying scenario.

The keen perception of danger was Mixgold's eyes in the dark night.

But now, he was blind.

Yet, even so, Mixgold didn't dare to move.

He wasn't sure when, in the darkness, a fatal bullet would be fired.

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