At this moment, Yang Fei was silently reciting the passage to the afterlife, dispelling his own killing intent.

This was a unique secret he had learned from Blood Slave.

Originally, Yang Fei's practiced Snake Stupefaction could block most snipers' intuitive perceptions.

However, Yang Fei discovered that the opponent could still track his movements.

He could only try the Blood Slave's method.

Indeed, after Yang Fei sincerely recited the passage to the afterlife,

that feeling of being entangled and bound to each other disappeared.

This indicated that Yang Fei had successfully evaded the opponent's perception.

Nevertheless, Yang Fei did not dare to move carelessly.

With Mixgold's terrifying intuitive abilities,

as soon as Yang Fei made any slight movement, he would be discovered immediately.

Yang Fei's crosshair tightly locked onto the thicket.

Yet he dared not fire for a long time.

Mixgold had lost a specific target but could feel the approximate location of Magic Shadow.

His muzzle was also firmly locked on the thicket where Yang Fei was located.

This standoff, neither daring to shoot,

rapidly escalated into a stalemate.

Both sides, like poised serpents, coiled up with their heads raised, always ready for a lightning strike.

But without certainty, whoever moved first would lose the initiative.

In a sniper duel, losing the initiative meant death.

The standoff in the jungle, as time passed by, nearly became a deadlock.

Such a standoff is unimaginable for ordinary people.

The fear of death and the constant crisis of being shot in the head created a heavy mental pressure.

No matter how tough one's nerves were, it was difficult to last more than ten minutes.

However, that night, Yang Fei and Mixgold both lay in their positions, without moving an inch.

Soon, within the Primitive Forest, the first rays of dawn arrived.

In the jungle, thick patches of fog rose, and the air was fresh and pleasant.

Yet, Yang Fei and Mixgold, felt as though they were at the mouth of Flame Mountain.

A static sniping lasting ten hours

brought both of their spirits and physical endurance to their limits.

Yang Fei's focus was entirely concentrated on the Heavy Sniper's optical sight.

However, inside his body, Qi-Blood circulated, maintaining the elasticity and flexibility of his muscles.

He looked at something shiny, just five meters away from him, and evilly smiled.

That thing was an optical infrared sight, tied amidst the bushes.

It was a trap set by Yang Fei.

Yang Fei had calculated meticulously.

When the noon sunlight streamed through the gaps of the trees,

it would surely hit the optical sight tied among the bushes first.

The glass's reflection would be easily captured by Mixgold.

He would definitely fire first.

Yang Fei quietly lay in the bushes.

He took a full forty minutes, urinating, and now felt much more comfortable.

Yang Fei had all the time in the world to outlast Mixgold.

Mixgold was hidden behind a large tree, his eye sockets deeply sunken, his eyes full of bloodshot.

His spirit was exhausted to its limit.

At this very moment, Mixgold realized

just how terrifying the Magic Shadow he had vowed to challenge was.

His Substitute Puppet Technique, learned from the Wizard for uses on the battlefield for deception, had never failed before.

But last night, his opponent had withstood the temptation of blasting the opponent's head with one shot.

He hesitated to fire.

Mixgold was certain that the other party had not seen through his Substitute Puppet Technique.

Otherwise, Magic Shadow's focus would have already shifted.

Mixgold could hardly imagine

how the other could control his desires?

Most snipers, though aware of the danger, would have already fired by now.

As dawn broke, the light within the jungle gradually brightened.

Suddenly, Mixgold's view brightened for a moment.

He was thrilled to discover.

In the crosshair of his scope, nine hundred meters away.

There was something emitting an unnatural refractive glow.

Optical Sight!

Mixgold realized this instantly and was overjoyed.

However, Mixgold did not shoot immediately.

His innate intuition was strongly holding him back.

Perhaps this shot could blow the opponent's head off.

But if the so-called Optical Sight was just a trap.

The next second, Mixgold's head would be blown off.

Mixgold hesitated.

He trusted his intuition.

But if his judgment was true, he would miss this chance to kill.

This duel might drag on for a long time.

Yang Fei, nine hundred meters away, clicked his tongue in admiration.

This bastard really is a good sniper, not falling for such a trick, what restraint.

Yang Fei's fingers found a bullet and flicked it out.

The bullet directly hit the roots of a bush under the Optical Sight.

The branches moved almost imperceptibly.

This caused the reflection from the Optical Sight to wobble slightly.

At this, Mixgold could no longer hold back.

He let the bullet he had been holding back fire.

Bang!

The Optical Sight tied to the branch shattered into countless pieces and flew apart.

However, Mixgold did not hear the scream of someone dying.

Bang!

At that moment, a dull gunshot sound.

Mixgold only felt something sharp poke his neck.

His throat gurgled as if a water pipe had been split open.

Red liquid formed an arc-like fountain before his eyes, blooming like a flower.

Mixgold was dumbfounded.

He looked down only to find half his head tilted to one side, unable to straighten up again.

Yang Fei's lure was successful.

The moment Mixgold fired, he finally revealed half of his neck.

Yang Fei's sniper bullet broke his neck, leaving only a quarter of the skin and flesh connected.

Mixgold's life quickly slipped away as blood spurted from his major arteries.

When Yang Fei walked up to Mixgold, he was barely alive.

Mixgold's one hand was clutching his neck, his eyes wide with terror looking at Yang Fei.

His voice was hoarse and hard to understand.

"You... how did you do it?"

Yang Fei looked at him coldly.

"Behind me, I have a powerful motherland and over a billion people giving me endless strength."

"Behind you, there is nothing but money and hatred."

"How could you possibly defeat me?"

After saying this, he raised the Heavy Sniper, the barrel directly resting against Mixgold's lower leg.

Bang!

A muffled sound and Mixgold's left leg, like a lotus root segment run over by a car tire, shattered.

Mixgold, although barely alive,

knew this demon was mutilating his body.

Mixgold widened his eyes, staring bitterly at Yang Fei, but couldn't utter a single word.

Yang Fei did not stop; the barrel rested against Mixgold's thigh, and he fired another shot.

In an instant, thirteen shots, thirteen bullets, all entered Mixgold's body.

The final shot, Yang Fei aimed the barrel at Mixgold's head and fired.

Bang!

Mixgold's head, like a watermelon struck by a hammer, burst open dramatically.

His body, curled up, lay in the bushes.

Just like the anti-narcotics police officers he had killed, dismembered and unrecognizable.

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