Boom!

With a tremendous explosion, the heavy cross took out three or four mercenaries in the fortifications, splattering their brains and leaving a bloody mess.

The barrel of the heavy machine gun was bent out of shape.

At the moment the cross was launched, Yang Fei had already darted like a leopard towards another heavy machine gun.

This other machine gun was already aimed at the Changfeng Squad on the iron rack opposite.

Just a burst of bullets and Shen Feng and the others would be riddled like sieves.

At this moment, Yang Fei had already reached the front of the fortifications, leaping up to deliver a 360-degree whirlwind kick, sending the main gunner flying.

The remaining four or five mercenaries, seeing him descend like a Flying General from the sky, fierce as a demon star, immediately let out a shout and scattered in retreat from the fortifications.

Yang Fei picked up an automatic rifle from the ground, firing four consecutive shots.

The bullets whistled, precisely taking the tops off the escaping soldiers' heads.

Not far away, a squad of soldiers shouted as they charged over, bullets whizzing wildly.

Yang Fei laughed heartily, turned the machine gun, and opened fire—thud, thud, thud.

As the shells clinked to the ground, the charging soldiers fell one by one like autumn wheat cut down.

In an instant, Yang Fei took out two fortifications, while simultaneously Cui Xiang and Long Xia also confronted the sentries guarding the rest of the Changfeng Squad.

The two pushed their speed to the limit, immediately sniping down seven or eight sentries, the rest terrified to death, scattering in retreat.

The other members of the Changfeng Squad, seeing Yang Fei and the others break free, shouted in unison, breaking the iron rings on their hands and feet and escaping.

The Changfeng Squad had fallen into the trap set by the River Beavers and been captured.

These days, the suffocation in everyone's hearts had already turned into an unbearable fury.

Now, suddenly free, they were like flood dragons in the sea, tiger roars in the deep mountains, their pent-up frustration turned into blazing battle will.

They grabbed guns and military spikes from the slain sentries.

Looking at the Great White Bear Mercenaries charging relentlessly forward, everyone's eyes turned red, shouting as they charged.

Yang Fei held the machine gun, shooting in bursts from within the fortifications.

Right at this moment, an indescribable sense of danger climbed chillingly up his spine.

Bang!

A tall and powerful figure fell directly from mid-air.

With a whip kick, carrying unmatched force, it came down like Mount Tai.

From Yang Fei's perspective, that guy's whip kick even caused a strange change in the heavens and earth.

A crackling noise came from the air ions, and the whip kick formed an arc-shaped vortex airflow, like a huge scimitar.

True Martial Master!

Having fought True Martial Masters like Chen Xingzhu, Yang Fei knew their prowess. He immediately dodged, rolling out several times in succession.

Boom!

The man's whip kick landed on the sandbags of the fortifications.

The sandbags exploded like being hit by a strong explosive, gravel flying, akin to bullets.

Nearby soldiers screamed and fell, bodies covered in blood, as if hit by bullets.

The towering figure missed his strike, his feet sprung like springs, leaping up to chase Yang Fei.

"Where are you running!"

His speed was indescribable, leaving countless afterimages in the air, quickly reaching Yang Fei.

Yang Fei felt the gust behind him, the wind from the enemy's movement whipping his back painfully, leaving him silently shocked.

It could be said that even Chen Xingzhu had never given Yang Fei such immense pressure.

He felt as if a volcano was erupting behind him, a single misstep would crush him to pieces and leave him dead.

Yang Fei had a gun in his hand, but at this juncture he had no time to turn and shoot.

Perhaps just the instant of turning, the enemy could take his life.

Left with no choice, Yang Fei had to activate Extreme Tiger, running wildly.

From a distance, the Changfeng Squad saw Yang Fei in danger and turned their guns towards the enemy behind him, firing.

But that person's figure was too fast, and King Sniper Xiao Xuanya was not present.

The spear techniques of Long Xia, Cui Xiang, and the others could not capture the enemy's form, so they had to charge and battle while firing closely behind him.

Yang Fei's Extreme Tiger inside him was pushed to the limit, his form sprinting forward fiercely.

He was almost unable to distinguish the scenery ahead, running instinctively wherever he could.

Yet, even so, that person still gradually closed in on Yang Fei.

Meanwhile, the Changfeng Squad trying to rescue Yang Fei, found themselves falling farther behind.

At this moment, Yang Fei charged out of the Great White Bear Camp.

The sounds of battle and gunfire became more and more distant, soon barely audible.

Their movements were so fast they exceeded what a human retina could capture.

To ordinary people, it was just like a gust of wind passing by, with no way to see their figures, much less attack them.

Yang Fei felt the pressure behind him growing greater and greater.

The enemy exuded an aura of destruction, more terrifying than an underwater volcanic eruption.

Finally, a cliff appeared ahead, below which the sea waves roared.

Countless densely packed reefs were distributed, the rolling waves churning up thousands of layers of white, a majestic sight.

Yang Fei slammed to a halt, the enormous inertia causing his feet to friction violently with the ground.

Just one glance told Yang Fei he had reached a dead end, and he rolled to the left with a flip.

Bam!

A fierce and violent True Martial Qi shot like a cannonball through the air.

It struck the cliff, causing boulder-sized rocks to fall down.

At this moment, Yang Fei finally found an opportunity to shoot, firing consecutively, the bullets whistling towards the man behind.

The man behind moved with lightning speed, dodging and shifting.

He suddenly rolled and leaped up, charging to Yang Fei's front, attacking with an aerial palm strike.

Thunder rolled in the sky, countless weak electrical sparks crackled and popped.

With his palm strike, an air vortex also formed a massive palm print, covering about three meters to Yang Fei's side, pressing down overwhelmingly.

Yang Fei flipped upright, shooting in a kneeling position, bullets pounding away.

He seemed not to notice the opponent's world-shaking palm at all.

This way, even if the opponent killed Yang Fei, Yang Fei's bullets could also take out the opponent, either way leading to mutual destruction.

At this life-and-death juncture, Yang Fei fearlessly gambled, staking his life as the wager.

Even for a True Martial Master, it was absolutely impossible to withstand bullets with mere flesh and blood, giving Yang Fei the confidence.

The person's ferocious face was now clearly visible, and it was none other than the River Beaver.

The River Beaver had already sensed the destructive aura from Yang Fei's rifle.

For an ordinary gunman, the River Beaver wouldn't care, easily sidestepping.

But these three bullets were fired by the King Sniper Yang Fei!

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