Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 734 Duel
Dawn finally arrived.

On the edge of the Fayoum Desert, smoke rose from the Bedouin tribe's camp.

Umar was as burly as a god of war walking out of an ancient battlefield, with shiny dark skin and bulging muscles, each of which contained amazing explosive power, as if he could easily tear a camel apart.

His arms were as thick as the trunks of poplar trees in the desert, and the blue veins were like ancient vines winding around them, demonstrating his extraordinary strength.

He had taken off his shirt, revealing his upper body. A broad scimitar hung from his waist, with a blood-red gem inlaid on the hilt, emitting a bloodthirsty light.

At this moment, he was exercising his limbs on the sidelines, accepting the flattery and cheers from his minions.

I have to say, this guy is even stronger than Song Heping imagined.

When he was wearing the Arab robe before, he just looked tall, but when he took off his clothes, every inch of his bulging muscles exuded a strong sense of power.

Especially those two fists.

As big as a teapot.

Just looking at it, you can imagine the feeling of it falling on you.

Song Heping stood beside the old chief, staring at Umar with sharp eyes.

He knew that behind this seemingly rough militia leader was the shadow of Mossad, and that those agents of the Israeli intelligence agency were infiltrating the lands of the Middle East and North Africa, bribing armed groups and weaving a web of conspiracy.

And now I am their target.

Umar proposed to use the "Warrior Law" to solve the problem. At first, Song Heping didn't understand what this law was.

After asking Noura, I learned that it was one of the oldest rules used by the Bedouins to resolve irreconcilable disputes.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it is a duel.

The two parties in dispute engage in a life-and-death duel, and the winner has the final say.

In the eyes of the Bedouins, whoever can win is blessed by God, no matter how unreasonable his claims are, it is God's will.

Of course, for Song Heping, who grew up in the New China, under the red flag, and received modern education, this rule seemed ridiculous and ignorant.

But Umar's confidence gave Song Heping hope of resolving the current dilemma.

Maybe Umar is too confident in his own fighting ability.

He thought that this Chinese man, who seemed a little short in his eyes, had zero fighting power and that he could easily kill him.

If Song Heping is killed, it means that half of his goal has been achieved, and at the same time, old Ahmed can be forced to hand over Nura.

It's just like this, perfect!
Old Ahmed was in a dilemma.

But for the Bedouins, obeying ancient laws is a principle they cannot violate.

For thousands of years, their lifestyle and tribal management model have hardly changed much. They firmly believe that these almost primitive laws and survival rules are the treasures that protect their ethnic group and allow it to continue for thousands of years, and they must never be violated.

Just when old Ahmed was in danger, Song Heping stood up happily and agreed to accept the challenge.

Both sides prepared for one night according to the rules.

According to ancient rules, duels can only use cold weapons - when these rules were formulated, hot weapons did not exist at all.

This means that Song Heping will have to engage in hand-to-hand combat with Umar.

"You're crazy."

Nura has forgotten how many times she has said the same thing to Song Heping.

"Umar is an undisputed warrior. He has already killed no fewer than ten enemies using this method. No one in this area dares to play by his rules. You can choose not to agree. At worst, you will be expelled. If you choose to escape on your own, I will help you get rid of them as much as possible. At least this way your chances of success will be better!"

Song Heping appreciated Nura's kindness.

In fact, Song Heping had considered Nura's proposal.

Relying on two people to escape the pursuit of two hundred people.

The other party were all Bedouins, and were as familiar with the desert as Noura.

How to escape?
Even if you are a top special forces soldier, it is impossible to survive this kind of pursuit.

I didn't expect that someone would give me a pillow when I was sleepy.

Umar is so confident in his martial arts prowess that he actually dares to challenge me to a duel?

I am!

Song Heping laughed inwardly.

But on the surface, he still showed a helpless attitude of being forced into a desperate situation, and acted worried and as if he had no chance of winning.

That's right.

Umar was strong.

But so what?
Being tall does give you an advantage in military combat, but it is not the decisive factor.

Although Umar is fierce, he is not a pushover either.

Song Heping loves challenges by nature.

The stronger you are when you encounter adversity, the stronger you become when you encounter stronger things.

Umar aroused his competitive spirit.

When Song Heping first met Bai Xiong, they had a boxing match in the American military bar in the Green Zone. At that time, Song Heping directly defeated Bai Xiong, and most of the Americans present were defeated.

This time, Song Heping is determined to let history repeat itself.

The central open space of the tribe was cleared and became the stage for this life-and-death duel.

The Bedouins around and the men brought by Umar formed a huge circle, and everyone's eyes were focused on Song Heping and Umar.

Song Heping took off his coat, revealing his muscular upper body.

His muscles are smooth and firm. Although they do not have the impact of Umar's muscles, every inch of his muscles seems to have been carefully carved, containing powerful strength and agility.

Nura on the sidelines looked at the shirtless Song Heping, and an unusual light flashed in his eyes.

Song Heping used a very ordinary combat butterfly knife, which he had found from a Mossad agent and always kept with him.

"Where's your weapon?!"

Umar drew out his scimitar and waved it in the air twice, and the minions around him began to howl.

Song Heping's eyes were calm and focused, like a cheetah spying on its prey in the dark. He gently drew out his butterfly knife.

The butterfly knife was so small that it looked like a child's toy compared to Umar's luxurious machete and did not pose any threat.

Umar's minions booed and laughed at the butterfly knife at the top of their lungs.

"Look at that knife! Can it kill people?!"

"It's even smaller than the knife I use to cut lamb! Hahahaha!"

"Just like the Chinese people's body shape, small!" The ridicule came like a flood.

Old Ahmed couldn't help but feel worried. He whispered to Noura beside him, "Shouldn't you give your friend a better scimitar? If not, I have a good one here that you can give him."

"I asked him, and he said no..."

Noura looked a little embarrassed.

After all, in her opinion, the lethality of a machete is not on the same level as that of a small butterfly knife.

But what she didn't know was that the butterfly knife is actually a fighting knife that is very suitable for close combat.

This unique knife traces its origins to the small town of Balisong in Batangas, Philippines.

The town is famous for its butterfly knife crafting, and according to local elders, the art of making these exquisite knives has been passed down through generations.

Early butterfly knives were made of simple materials and were not designed to pierce heavy armor, but were adapted to use on the nearly naked human body in tropical climates.

Therefore, its design is sufficient to meet this specific need.

Later butterfly knives made clever improvements to the typical folding knife in design, making it easy to open with one hand, greatly convenient for the user. In addition, many special-shaped butterfly knives were developed. Users can use different butterfly knives according to their needs and fighting characteristics, and adopt different techniques such as stabbing, cutting, poking, slashing, and slicing to cut open the opponent's blood vessels in different positions. The efficiency is very high. Generally, agents and special forces like to hide one of these things on their bodies as a backup knife for close combat.

"The sun has risen, the duel begins!"

On the eastern horizon, the sun rose slowly, revealing half of its face.

As the host of the duel, old Ahmed stood up and walked to the center of the field to announce the start of the life-and-death duel.

Umar moved his body, and his steel-like muscles made a series of chilling "creaking" sounds.

He clenched his fists, the joints protruding as if they could easily crush a rock. He took a step forward, leaving a deep footprint in the sand, as if declaring his strength to Song Heping.

The air was filled with tension, like a taut bowstring that could break at any moment. Song Heping slightly bent his knees and lowered his center of gravity. This was the starting position he had summed up in countless battles, which allowed him to maintain balance and react quickly.

His hands hung naturally with his fingers slightly bent. He seemed relaxed, but in fact he was ready to attack at any time.

Umar let out a low roar, like the roar of a wild beast, and rushed towards Song Heping.

He was extremely fast, and his huge body created a whirlwind on the sand, like an out-of-control tank, trying to crush Song Heping into powder. The gem-inlaid scimitar in his hand emitted a cold light and slashed towards Song Heping's neck.

Song Heping's eyes were as cold as ice dug out of an ice cellar, his face was expressionless like cold marble, and his body was like a fully drawn bow, instantly tensed.

At the moment when Umar was about to rush in front of him, he suddenly dodged to the side and kicked Umar's knee hard with his right foot.

The kick was so fast and fierce that if it had hit Umar's huge body would have lost its balance.

As long as the other person fell to the ground, Song Heping could get behind him in time, and when he got up, he would cut his neck and easily cut the blood vessels.

However, although Umar looked as bulky as a tank, his flexibility far exceeded Song Heping's expectations.

He just turned his body slightly and easily avoided Song Heping's attack.

Then, he swung the scimitar in his hand backhand and headed straight for Song Heping's face.

Everything happened in a flash, and the two men had already exchanged one move and entered the second round of confrontation.

Just when everyone thought that Song Heping should step back to avoid Umar's blade, they saw Song Heping like a flash of lightning, squatting slightly, jumping forward like a wild cat, rolling forward and jumping towards Umar's lower body, brushing past his right leg.

"Wow!"

"Oh!"

The people around exclaimed.

Just now, Umar's knife brushed against Song Heping's scalp.

If it is just a little bit lower, the top of the head will be cut off.

But no one knows what he wants as clearly as Song Heping.

The butterfly knife is short, and the occipital bone is more dangerous as it is shorter.

Using this kind of knife to fight against a slightly longer scimitar would not allow for distance, which would actually be advantageous to Umar.

Get closer!
Close!

Get closer!
Umar's luxurious scimitar was completely useless!

Umar turned around to continue the pursuit when he suddenly felt a sharp pain under his feet.

I looked down and was shocked.

There was a deep cut on the outside of his right knee joint, and blood was oozing out...

There's a ligament there.

He found that his right leg was no longer flexible enough.

It is estimated that the ligament was cut by the butterfly knife.

Just a forward roll and he actually severed the ligament in his right leg...

Umar suddenly felt that he had chosen the wrong opponent.

The Chinese man in front of him is not as simple as he imagined!
Just when he was stunned, Song Heping came over again like lightning.

Umar hurriedly swung his scimitar and slashed at Song Heping.

But the scimitar missed again.

Song Heping's sensitivity was incredible. He rushed to him in a blink of an eye.

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The butterfly knife pierced directly into the heart, and Song Heping's left hand passed through the ribs and directly blocked Umar's right hand holding the knife.

"You shouldn't have chosen to play knife with me."

Song Heping almost whispered this sentence into Umar's ear.

Umar could feel his breathing, and at the same time he could feel his heart gradually stopping like a leaking engine.

Looking at the two people hugging each other in the field, everyone around the field was stunned and stood up, trying to figure out what was going on.

Song Heping let go of his hand and drew out the knife.

The light in Umar's eyes went out, and he fell backwards in a daze.

bang——

His strong body hit the sand, splashing up a cloud of dust.

"Oh God..."

The people around finally understood and screamed at the same time.

(End of this chapter)