Chapter 1387: Chapter 1387

A bullet deflected by a curved knife grazed O’Reilly’s cheek and burrowed into a nearby tree trunk, the brush with death leaving her legs weak with fear, and she collapsed on the ground.

The chieftain’s sprint was too swift, he swung his knife in succession, slashing through a South American’s chest. Half of his torso slid off along the cut, his visceral guts spilling out, blood spraying like a fountain.

The mercenary leader couldn’t see the opponent’s movements at all, retreating entirely by instinct and grabbing his combat mate beside him, pushing him forward as a shield.

His, the combat mate’s head was chopped off, and the mercenary leader, with one hand holding his gun, fired frantically at the chieftain, regardless of the risk of friendly fire.

Bullets flew wildly, South Americans screamed, beginning a panicked retreat without care for running into the Aboriginals. Only the bearded Carlos, Javier, and O’Reilly remained sufficiently calm, knowing to move closer to Tang Zheng.

With Tang Zheng’s dynamic vision, naturally, he could capture the movements of the chieftain, and his reflexes were fast enough to make a shooting gesture, but upon seeing the mercenary leader sacrificing his combat mate to save his own life, his trigger finger suddenly paused.

Gu Xueqi didn’t have as many reservations, spraying bullets at the chieftain. The bullets, like fireflies, all hit their target, pummeling the chieftain’s body.

The chieftain’s skin was hardened like armor, bouncing the bullets off. This scene plunged the South Americans’ fighting spirit into the depths, facing an enemy they could not defeat caused panic in anyone.

"Help me!" Seeing the bullets were ineffective, the mercenary leader turned and ran, not foolish, he knew to rush towards Tang Zheng.

He didn’t make it three steps before the chieftain closed the gap. With his curved knife raised high, he cleaved the man into two, and then burst out of the blood mist, rushing towards the survivors.

Da-da-da, Tang Zheng’s AK47 fired. The bullets, as if guided by infrared, precisely struck the chieftain’s eyes—a location obviously not as well defended.

The chieftain dodged left and right, zigzagging forward. Gu Xueqi began missing her shots, but Tang Zheng still maintained a 100% hit rate.

"Roar!" The chieftain howled, attempting to intimidate Tang Zheng and overawe the enemy.

"Grenade launcher!" Tang Zheng shouted, pulling out two hand grenades with his left hand and quickly biting off the safety pins.

Gu Xueqi was quick to act, almost in the blink of an eye, the grenade was loaded and aimed at the chieftain.

Seeing he couldn’t dodge the bullets, the chieftain opted to endure them head-on, positioning his curved knife in front of his face, which resulted in him being struck directly.

Boom, a grenade exploded on the chieftain, sending a fireball and black smoke into the air, the blast wave rustling the surrounding leaves vibrantly.

Javier and the others hurriedly backed away. The chieftain’s charge hesitated briefly, and as he burst from the smoke, he saw the two hand grenades thrown by Tang Zheng flying towards him.

Boom, boom, the chieftain was engulfed in the explosions, but this was at most a superficial injury, not enough to kill him.

Tang Zheng sprinted, decisively discarding the machine gun and drawing his short knife.

The chieftain roared with rage, determined to consume the flesh of these interlopers and then boil their bones for a broth. Yet, as he charged out of the smoke again, he was stunned.

The prey that should have fled was in front of him, slashing at him with a short knife.

The chieftain bellowed, hacking at Tang Zheng. He felt underestimated.

Tang Zheng sidestepped, the chieftain changed his hack to a horizontal swing, aiming at Tang Zheng’s chest.

Tang Zheng parried with his knife, then followed the blade of the curved knife to its hilt, striking a shower of sparks as he slashed at the chieftain’s wrist.

The chieftain recoiled his hand, ready to exert his full power to kill Tang Zheng, when a sharp folding knife, like a snake’s tongue, followed the swing of his arm, stabbing towards him, right into his eye socket.

Startled, the chieftain turned his head, and Gravity Suppression descended, freezing his motion.

The folding knife pierced the chieftain’s eye, Tang Zheng twisted his wrist, mashing the eyeball. Blood immediately flowed down his cheek, smearing the totemic makeup on his face.

The chieftain screamed in pain, grabbing Tang Zheng’s wrist, intending to crush his hand bones, but when he exerted force, he found that his strength, capable of tearing pythons apart, could not shake his prey, whose bones were unimaginably hard.

"Die!" Tang Zheng shifted his weight to the left, his right foot rising to deliver a powerful kick to the chieftain’s supporting leg’s knee, while stabbing with his knife to disrupt the chieftain’s attempt to regain balance.

The chieftain fell to the ground, enduring the severe pain in his eye, reaching for Tang Zheng’s chest. The strength of one hand was enough to tear him apart.

Tang Zheng’s knee, with the whistle of breaking wind, lifted and struck the chieftain’s face. For the sake of a swift battle, he entered a "Seed Ability" state. His knee strike directly broke the chieftain’s nasal bridge, blood gushing forth like a floodgate had opened.

Tang Zheng drew his dagger and stabbed again, pulverizing the chieftain’s other eye; his knee strikes didn’t stop.

The chieftain’s mouth shattered, lips split, the powerful collision sent his head reeling backward, flipping in mid-air.

Tang Zheng slightly adjusted himself, his right leg lifted high, followed by a ferocious axe-like chop that slammed onto the chieftain’s head.

Thud, the chieftain’s backflip stopped, the whole person fell into the fallen leaves like a salted fish, embarrassment written all over him.

Watching the chief, who had easily massacred the head of the mercenaries, get brutally beaten by Tang Zheng, without even a chance to catch his breath, Javier’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Isn’t this too exaggerated?" O’Reilly felt that compared to the chieftain, Tang Zheng seemed more like a savage Aboriginal, too wild. His muscles swelled with effort, a manifestation of the beauty of power under the tight embrace of his clothes, fierce like a humanoid beast.

Under the Gravity Well, the chieftain’s counterattack was greatly reduced, completely dominated by Tang Zheng. If it weren’t for the lack of a formidable weapon, he would have been beheaded long ago.

Gu Xueqi couldn’t help, and couldn’t even keep up with the pace of Tang Zheng’s attacks, which left the campus belle quite frustrated, considering the Group Leader was in a severely injured state.

Sizzle, Tang Zheng broke the chieftain’s wrist, snatched away his Curved knife, and with a swing, chopped at his neck.

The chieftain’s skin was tough, the blade only cut halfway through, blood splattered, a pungent odor hit their noses. He wasn’t dead yet, struggling, aiming to perish together with Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng lifted his leg, kicked the chieftain’s head, and with another swing of the Curved knife, this time he succeeded, the headless corpse tumbling, the head rolling away.

The remaining Aboriginals rushed over howling, but seeing their chieftain get killed, the group fell silent, and then they collectively turned to flee.

The remaining eight South Americans cheered, but the next moment they also fell silent, because Tang Zheng fell. They anxiously gathered around him, faces filled with concern, after all Tang Zheng’s absolute power was related to whether they could live on and walk out of the Inca Jungle.

Cough, cough, Tang Zheng spat out two mouthfuls of blood, his body ached all over, and he wanted to move not one bit. The brief outburst just now had caused his wounds to split open again, fresh blood flowing out.

"You’re being too reckless!" Gu Xueqi crouched by Tang Zheng’s side, took off his Protective Clothing, retrieved medicines and bandages found in the Tree Houses, and bandaged him.

"How did you get hurt?" Seeing that nearly every inch of Tang Zheng’s skin was damaged, Javier and the others were scared. If they had suffered such injuries, they would have been in too much pain to fight.

Gu Xueqi took out a bottle of Mineral water, poured it over Tang Zheng, and began to clean his wounds. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn NoveI[F]ire.net

"Let me help too!" O’Reilly would not miss an opportunity to show her eagerness to help, and nobody else suggested leaving the place quickly to avoid an ambush by the Aboriginals. Having witnessed Tang Zheng’s strength, at least on the surface, no one dared to object to him.

"No need, Xueqi, go check the chieftain’s Corpse, see if there’s any good loot." Tang Zheng stood up, "Now’s not the time to rest, we must leave here."

Gunshots had been ringing out for so long, if there were enemies, they must have been alerted. Of course, it could also be an ally, but Tang Zheng wasn’t willing to bet on it. His body no longer allowed him to push through without rest; he needed to recover.

Gu Xueqi had just squatted down, barely touched the Backpack around the chieftain’s waist, when she heard the sound of breaking twigs behind her. Her body immediately lurched forward, while her Gun muzzle aimed behind her.

Tang Zheng heard it too, raised his Gun first thing, and shot towards Gu Xueqi’s back, trying to intercept the enemy, and win her a chance to escape.

For the Conquerors, even if one could not see anyone, it didn’t necessarily mean safety, as various Seed Abilities and Equipment could achieve similar effects.

While shooting, Tang Zheng darted into the crowd, using them as Meat Shield. As the strongest combatant, he knew he was definitely the prime target.

"What’s happening?" O’Reilly was startled, her shoulders shrunk as she looked around, but she saw nothing.

"Don’t move, or I’ll kill you!" Gu Xueqi still couldn’t avoid it, bumping into a person from behind, then her wrist was twisted behind her back, a Vampire Curved knife rested against her Neck.

Gu Xueqi didn’t rashly use her Ability; the way the opponent easily subdued her and that S-grade weapon in their possession proved their strength. More importantly, the aggressor spoke Chinese.

"What’s going on?" Carlos’s question was cut short as he suddenly rolled his eyes and passed out, having been struck by someone.

Tang Zheng unleashed Gravity Suppression and kicked out ferociously.

Where there was previously nothing, suddenly a man appeared, receiving a kick to his abdomen and staggering backward several steps.

"Looks like they want to take captives!" Seeing Gu Xueqi’s position, Tang Zheng knew she was taken hostage. To increase his bargaining chip, he gave up on killing the suddenly appearing man, and lunged at him.

Zhao Haixing, even when cloaked, was hit by a severely injured person, and his frustration was immense. He forgot the Group Leader’s instructions, drew an S-class Handgun, and fired at Tang Zheng.

A Shield sprang out from Tang Zheng’s body, blocking the Bullets as he charged at Zhao Haixing.

"Bring it on!" The overconfident Zhao Haixing, eager for a one-on-one duel with Tang Zheng, hadn’t made his move when his body suddenly sank. Having just regained his balance, his opponent had already appeared behind him, pressing a Gun muzzle against his temples.

"You’d better not use your Ability, or else I will unleash a Mental Impact and turn you into an idiot!" Tang Zheng threatened Zhao Haixing, then looked over Gu Xueqi’s shoulder, "Hey, come out, let’s talk about exchanging hostages."

The attackers fell silent, staring at the captured Zhao Haixing and cursing incessantly. What was supposed to be a foolproof ambush had turned into a stalemate.

Javier and the others picked up Rifles and gathered around Tang Zheng, watching their surroundings with palpable tension. (To be continued. If you work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)