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Sun Dazhuang punched Lei Xiong in the face.

That punch carried the sound of wind.

And fast.

And ruthless.

But Lei Xiong showed no intention of dodging such an attack.

He raised his arm.

He took the punch head-on.

"Bang--!!!"

A fist slammed into his forearm.

The sound was like two wooden sticks colliding.

Lei Xiong's body swayed.

But he did not back down.

Instead, he took a step forward.

step.

Close the distance.

He punched Sun Dazhuang in the stomach.

That punch, too, carried the sound of wind.

It was equally fast and ruthless.

Sun Dazhuang dodged to the side.

The punch grazed past his clothes.

The clothes were all blown about.

But Sun Dazhuang did not retreat but instead advanced.

His knees were already raised.

It aimed at Lei Xiong's waist.

"Bang--!"

A knee strike.

Lei Xiong grunted.

The sound was squeezed out from deep in the throat.

Like a wounded wild beast.

But at the same time, his arms were like iron clamps.

They grabbed Sun Dazhuang by the neck.

Hard.

Tighten.

Sun Dazhuang's face flushed red instantly.

Veins bulged on his forehead.

But he did not struggle.

There was no panic.

His knees lifted again.

this time--

It was aimed at Lei Xiong's groin.

Lei Xiong instinctively turned his body to the side.

That knee grazed past his thigh.

But Sun Dazhuang took the opportunity to break free from his grip.

The two separated.

Three meters apart.

They stared at each other.

He was panting heavily.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"

Lei Xiong's chest heaved violently.

Sweat dripped from his forehead.

Sun Dazhuang wasn't much better off.

His face turned as red as a purplish-red.

There were still red marks on his neck from Lei Xiong's restraint.

But he grinned.

That smile was ferocious.

"That's interesting."

He said.

hoarse voice:

"They're stronger than I thought."

Lei Xiong also laughed:

"You're not bad either."

"More resilient than I expected."

Sun Dazhuang sized up Lei Xiong.

From top to bottom.

From bottom to top.

Like sizing up prey.

Then he spoke:

"Lei Xiong, do you know why I'm called Sun Dazhuang?"

Lei Xiong remained silent.

She just stared at him.

Sun Dazhuang patted his chest.

That chest was as thick as a wall.

"Because I'm strong."

"From the first day I joined the army, I was the strongest in the whole company."

"No one can beat me in an arm wrestling match."

"In wrestling, no one can beat me."

"fight--"

He paused.

His lips curled into a grin.

That smile was arrogant.

Arrogant.

Arrogant:

"No one has ever hit me."

Lei Xiong looked at him.

Look at his smile.

Looking at his face—

He had an attitude of "I am the best in the world".

Then, Lei Xiong laughed too.

"What a coincidence."

He said.

The sound was very soft.

But every word is like a knife:

"My name is Lei Xiong."

"It's not because he's strong."

He paused.

He squinted.

Those eyes were like those of a real bear.

One head—

A bear eyeing its prey.

"Because—"

He spoke each word clearly:

"When they fight, they're like bears."

Beside him, Jin Sheng had gone mad.

He stood on the rock.

Jumping up and down shouting:

"Thunder Bear—!!!"

"Get him—!!!"

"Let him see what a real bear is!!!"

Wang Jin remained silent.

But he took a step forward.

Stand where you are closest to the cliff.

The meaning is quite clear—

If Lei Xiong loses.

He jumped down.

Stay with them.

The defending troops have gone mad too.

Wang Tieshan shouted:

"Sun Dazhuang—!!!"

"Take him down—!!!"

"Let him know how powerful our defenders are—!!!"

Old Han leaned against the rock.

He had a blade of grass dangling from the corner of his mouth.

Slowly:

"Dazhuang, stop dawdling."

"I'm done playing. I'll buy you a drink."

"Drink the best."

Sun Dazhuang and Lei Xiong collided again.

Like two wild beasts colliding.

Lei Xiong's fist slammed into Sun Dazhuang's shoulder.

Sun Dazhuang's fist slammed into Lei Xiong's chest.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously.

No one backed down.

No one hid.

It's a head-on collision.

Sun Dazhuang raised his knees again.

This time, it's not the top.

It was a collision.

It slammed hard into Lei Xiong's abdomen.

Lei Xiong's abdominal muscles were as hard as steel plates.

But that one blow still made him groan.

He did not back down.

His arm encircled Sun Dazhuang's waist.

I wanted to knock him down.

Sun Dazhuang's lower body was as stable as a mountain.

He assumed a horse stance.

No matter how Lei Xiong pushed or pulled, it didn't matter.

It just won't move.

"Come on!" he roared, "Again!"

But Lei Xiong then changed his tactics.

He's not some muscle-bound, simple-minded soldier.

Despite his burly appearance, Lei Xiong's favorite thing to do is actually to fight with his brain.

He loosened his grip on Sun Dazhuang's waist.

He leaped high into the air and slammed his elbow into Sun Da's face.

That elbow strike was both swift and ruthless.

By the time Sun Dazhuang tried to retaliate, it was too late.

He instinctively wanted to step back and dodge, but Lei Xiong's change of tactics was too fast this time.

Her elbow grazed the corner of his mouth.

Sun Dazhuang's lip was cut.

He licked it.

I tasted that fishy-sweet flavor.

Then he laughed:

"That was awesome!" Sun Dazhuang said. "That was fucking awesome!"

"Again!"

The two exchanged blows.

No one will let anyone.

Lei Xiong punched Sun Dazhuang in the chest.

Sun Dazhuang kicked Lei Xiong in the leg.

Lei Xiong slammed his elbow into Sun Dazhuang's shoulder.

Sun Dazhuang crashed headfirst into Lei Xiong's chest.

This time,

There is no method or structure.

There are no set routines.

It's all about fighting.

It's all about giving it your all.

As the fighting continued...

The two were getting closer and closer to the edge of the cliff.

There were only two meters left to the edge of the cliff.

one meter.

Half a meter —

Below is an eighty-meter-deep abyss.

Lei Xiong gripped Sun Dazhuang's clothes tightly with his hands.

Sun Dazhuang was being pulled along by him.

He also slid a step towards the edge of the cliff.

Both of them were standing on the edge of a cliff.

Just one more movement—

It will fall.

The two of them stood there.

They stared at each other.

He was panting heavily.

On the other side, Zhou Zhenhai gently put Zheng Dahe down from his arms.

Then, he stood up.

Turn around.

His gaze swept over the guards sitting on the ground.

Finally, the focus shifted to the person who had just been offering to treat everyone to drinks.

The man was sitting on a rock.

Leaning against the rock wall.

He was still holding his sniper rifle in his hands.

Zhou Zhenhai knew him.

Old Han.

The sniper in the garrison.

In that climb just now, he single-handedly took down twenty-three people.

Twenty-three.

Each one is a shot.

Not a single shot missed.

Not a single shot was superfluous.

Zhou Zhenhai walked towards him.

Every step was slow.

Every step was steady.

The gravel underfoot made a "crunching" sound.

Old Han saw Zhou Zhenhai walking over.

His lips slowly parted into a smile.

"Someone from the Navy?"

Zhou Zhenhai nodded:

"Yes, the Navy."

Old Han looked him up and down.

From feet to head.

from head to foot.

Then he spoke:

"You climbed pretty fast just now."

Zhou Zhenhai looked at him:

"If I were in a hurry, why would I have come up here to find you?"

Old Han smiled.

His smile was forced.

Like his sniper rifle.

"What do you want from me?"

Zhou Zhenhai spoke each word clearly:

"I'll throw you down."

Old Han slowly stood up.

His movements were slow.

But it's very stable.

Like a wild beast awakening.

Stand up straight.

"Navy kid."

Are you sure you can throw me?

Zhou Zhenhai chuckled:

"Try it and you'll see."

Old Han was stunned for a moment.

Then, he burst out laughing.

"good!"

He roared:

"Come!"

"Let me see—"

He spoke each word clearly:

"Does the navy have the strength?!"