Thud!

The Triangular Military Spike descended from the sky, piercing straight through Yuri's throat.

The sharp spike exited through the back of Yuri's neck.

A large spray of blood erupted forth.

The heavy figure of the assailant pressed down on Yuri, the two men collapsing into a heap.

Yuri felt no pain.

He only felt a tremendous regret in his heart, like an endless ocean overwhelming him.

In the end, he still hadn't managed to kill his mortal enemy.

He had set a trap, only to fall into Yang Fei's kill zone.

The figure that had descended from the sky was, of course, Yang Fei.

His shoulder had already been shattered by Yuri's sniper bullet, leaving a bloody mess.

The bulletproof vest had absorbed most of the bullet's lethality.

Otherwise, half of Yang Fei's body would have been torn apart.

The power of the Barrett Heavy Sniper was terrifying.

Even the most advanced bulletproof vests couldn't fully block it.

After being shot, Yang Fei set up a kill zone with unimaginable speed and finally succeeded in taking out Yuri.

Two mortal enemies, one severely injured, the other on the brink of death, lay on the ground.

The distance between them was less than half a meter.

Yuri's trachea had been pierced by the spike, and a large amount of blood blocked his throat.

He felt as though his lungs were on fire, burning fiercely.

The agony of suffocation made his eyes bulge and his body convulse.

With all the strength he had left, Yuri grabbed the Triangular Military Spike with both hands and yanked it out.

As the spike was pulled out, blood gushed from his throat like a fountain.

His searing lungs could finally breathe in fresh air.

With his last breath, Yuri struggled to his feet.

He moved to rest his back against an oak tree.

Disregarding the blood spraying from his throat, Yuri adjusted his collar, trying not to appear so disheveled.

Yang Fei, severely injured, had spent his last ounce of strength in that final strike.

He looked at Yuri's calm face and smiled faintly.

"Do you know why I'm not on the King Sniper list?"

Yuri shook his head, his voice raspy, "Got a smoke?"

Yang Fei, with trembling hands, pulled out a crumpled pack of Red River from his pocket.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and then tossed it to Yuri.

Yuri's face was already as pale as a corpse.

The massive blood loss had made his skin exceptionally translucent.

His throat made gurgling sounds as he strained to pick up the dropped cigarette.

Yang Fei was covered in blood.

He crawled a couple of steps, picked up the cigarette, and put it in Yuri's mouth.

Yuri took a deep drag but was choked by the harsh smoke, coughing violently.

Ugh!

Yuri spat out a lot of clotted blood.

Before Yuri could ask, Yang Fei pointed at the cold glint of the spike on the ground.

"Because I'm not a sniper, I'm an assassin."

"Whether it's teeth or blades, my goal is pure and simple: to kill."

Yuri suddenly understood Yang Fei's meaning.

He lost because he valued the King Sniper's honor too much.

To kill a formidable opponent like Yang Fei, he needed a sniper rifle to blow his head off.

This obsession became a fatal flaw, ultimately costing Yuri his life.

Yuri sighed and stared vacantly at the sky.

"This life of slaughter is finally over. For me, that's not a bad thing."

The cigarette fell from his mouth, the rapidly flowing blood extinguishing it.

Yuri quietly stopped breathing. Another King Sniper had fallen.

Yang Fei rested for a while, then activated the Turtle Hibernation, recovering his depleted Essence Qi.

The thrilling showdown had lasted less than a minute,

yet the drain on his mental and physical strength was enormous.

Yang Fei felt completely exhausted.

With great effort, he finally managed to stand up.

He leaned against a boulder and used a knife to cut away the torn bulletproof vest.

Then he took out some silver needles and stuck them into the acupoints around his wound, stopping the blood circulation.

With the blood flow stopped, the bloody mess of his wound ceased to bleed.

Yang Fei began cutting into his shoulder with the military spike, gradually aligning the shattered shoulder blade back into place.

Methodically, he scraped away the shattered, bullet-ridden flesh, exposing the fragmented bone beneath.

He meticulously realigned the bones.

The pain was unbearable for an ordinary person.

Beads of cold sweat covered Yang Fei's forehead, but his expression remained calm.

Every King's Special Forces member was also a skilled field surgeon.

This minor surgery was child's play for Yang Fei.

Fortunately, the bulletproof vest had protected him enough that no bone fragments were missing.

After a long while, Yang Fei managed to piece the shattered bone together.

A complete bone meant Yang Fei wouldn't be crippled.

He didn't worry about the mangled flesh wounds.

With the self-healing ability of a Core Formation expert, such injuries would scab over in five or six days.

The gunfire down the hill had subsided but not completely stopped.

Yang Fei took out a bullet and removed the slug.

He poured the gunpowder onto his wound and lit it with a lighter.

Sizzle!

Yang Fei's shoulder erupted in bright yellow flames, the acrid smoke was suffocating.

Beads of cold sweat poured from Yang Fei's forehead.

He leaned weakly against the rock, tearing a piece of cloth from his pants to bandage the cauterized wound.

At that moment, footsteps rustled from the ten o'clock direction in the hills.

Yang Fei smiled wryly, drawing his pistol and crouching down.

He hid behind the large rock, ready for a fight.

Two special forces soldiers, back-to-back, advanced with automatic rifles.

Judging by their attire, they were members of the Mulan Team.

Yang Fei breathed a sigh of relief, dropping his pistol and waving.

"Stop looking, I'm here."

The two Mulan Team soldiers turned abruptly, their rifle muzzles aiming at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei shuddered and cursed.

"On our team, are your eyes on your ass?"

One of the Mulan Team members shouted excitedly.

"Found him, Yang Fei's here."

One of them reported softly into the battlefield recorder.

Then both team members rushed over to help Yang Fei up.

Yang Fei squinted, "How's the battle going down the hill? What about Chen Ruiling?"

"Yang Fei, how are you?"

Not far away, Chen Ruiling's figure moved like a little deer.

She rushed over, her face full of worry and anxiety.

Chen Ruiling saw the bloodied Yang Fei and gasped.

"Oh my god, you're hurt!"

Yang Fei shook his head with a bitter smile, "Injured is better than dead. Look at that guy, he's gone."

Chen Ruiling looked past him and saw the Big Bald Yuri's corpse, gasping in shock.

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