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"Sending you on your way!"

Xu Yuanzhou spoke sternly. He had already mentally rehearsed what was about to happen.

The three men fell to the ground one after another. The two men in the bushes behind them froze, then panicked, then revealed a weakness, and were also taken care of one by one. Perfect.

But immediately, he felt a strong hostility coming toward him.

"Make up the difference!!!" A warning bell rang in Xu Yuanzhou's mind.

Driven by a strong internal warning, he fired a shot randomly toward Li Huai's location.

Then immediately, turn the gun muzzle in another direction.

That cunning bird acted ahead of time.

Even now, Xu Yuanzhou was still puzzled.

That cunning mantis, shouldn't he have waited until I completely revealed my location before making his move?

How could he know when I would fire?

How dare he rush out before I even fired a shot?

That oriole can't teleport, so how is he supposed to fight it?

Could it be...?

Twenty meters ahead of Xu Yuanzhou, a figure moving rapidly was approaching.

The figure resembled a raging bear, gripping the tree trunk tightly in its hand.

Faster, faster!

Before the sniper fires, before he "kills" Li Huai and his men, throw this tree trunk and knock him down.

The distance is enough!

Lei Xiong roared and swung the tree trunk in his hand wildly.

The tree trunk spun and whistled through the air, flying towards the tree, towards the canopy.

"It's over!" Xu Yuanzhou had just set up his sniper rifle when the tree trunk flew over.

In his pupils, the tree trunk grew larger and larger.

Xu Yuanzhou had one last thought.

He actually hit the target. It wasn't luck, it was skill. That person really hit the target.

"Bang!!!"

The tree trunk fell on Xu Yuanzhou.

In that instant, he felt as if a bull had struck his chest, the sniper rifle slipped from his hand, and his body fell uncontrollably downwards.

He might lose.

But the loss wasn't due to technical shortcomings, it was due to tactical ones.

They used three people as bait, two people as cover, and a tree trunk as a weapon.

"Bang!!!"

Xu Yuanzhou crashed to the ground.

Xu Yuanzhou crashed to the ground, his back sinking into a pile of fallen leaves.

Even so, the impact still made him see stars.

"My gun..." Xu Yuanzhou endured the pain and propped himself up halfway from the pile of fallen leaves.

His gaze swept over the surrounding grass, over the branches broken by the tree trunks, and over the scattered withered leaves.

He saw it; the sniper rifle lay three meters away, its barrel stuck in a bush, the butt pointing upwards.

His eyes lit up.

He hasn't lost yet!

At least he hadn't lost before he "died".

His fingers dug into the soil, crawling over fallen leaves and through the mud, his eyes fixed on the gun, on his last hope.

But just then, a figure, like a cheetah, suddenly rushed towards him.

The figure was moving too fast, so fast that Xu Yuanzhou's pupils didn't even have time to contract, so fast that his body didn't even have time to react.

His eyes caught a glint of cold light—it was a knife, a machete, its blade gleaming coldly in the morning light, like a pool of autumn water.

His heart skipped a beat. It was that person, the one he had just been hesitating about whether to abort the pregnancy.

He didn't kill him, now he's killing himself.

"Damn it, this is never going to end!" Xu Yuanzhou gritted his teeth and sprang up from the ground.

He didn't have time to pick up his gun; all he had in his hand was a dagger, tucked into a leather sheath at his waist.

He knew he might not be able to win, but he couldn't admit defeat.

At the very least, we can't just lie down and admit defeat.

He assumed a fighting stance, legs apart, center of gravity lowered, hands raised in front of his chest, like a wild beast cornered, eyes fixed on the person pouncing on him.

But he soon realized he was overthinking things. The person in front of him was far more skilled in combat than him.

Jin Sheng didn't bring his sword down, because he didn't need to use it at all. His sword drew an arc in the air and returned to his waist.

His body lunged forward like a cheetah, his knee striking Xu Yuanzhou's abdomen like a heavy hammer.

"Bang!" Jin Sheng's knee slammed directly into Xu Yuanzhou's stomach.

Xu Yuanzhou's abdomen suddenly contracted, his stomach churned as if it were being squeezed, and his body arched up like a boiled shrimp.

He lay on the ground, curled up, his hands clutching his stomach, his mouth open, trying to breathe, but unable to.

"Brother," Jin Sheng said, "you still need to practice your fighting skills."

Xu Yuanzhou opened his eyes and looked at Jin Sheng.

"I've practiced...I've practiced...for years. But I still can't beat you."

"This is the sniper. He's a bit ugly." Lei Xiong walked over, squatted down, and tilted his head to look at Xu Yuanzhou, like he was picking out a winter melon at a market.

He reached out and poked Xu Yuanzhou's shoulder with his index finger. "Aren't snipers supposed to be cool and handsome? This guy's a middle-aged man. Look at his face, all pockmarked, like the surface of the moon."

Xu Yuanzhou lay on the ground, his face buried in the fallen leaves, his voice muffled, "If you're going to 'kill,' then 'kill,' don't fucking resort to personal attacks."

"Hey, let's do it then. If you're not happy, jump up and hit me." Lei Xiong laughed heartily, then stood up, patted the dirt off his knees, turned around and walked towards the tree, pulled out the sniper rifle stuck in the bushes, and slung it over his shoulder.

Lei Xiong glanced back at Xu Yuanzhou, a grin spreading across his face.

"I'll keep your gun for you." He paused, took the gun off his shoulder, and weighed it in his hand.

"I'll return it to you after the selection process." He slung the gun back over his shoulder; it was now his trophy.

At this moment, Li Huai, Wang Jin, and Tan Ming came up.

Li Huai walked at the front, his steps a little unsteady, his chest still heaving violently, and his breathing not yet fully calmed down.

"That's the sniper. Damn, I almost 'killed' him just now."

Li Huai clutched his chest, speaking with lingering fear, his voice still trembling. He stared at Xu Yuanzhou, who lay sprawled on the ground.

"You almost fucking hit me in the chest, you know? It was just a fraction of a second away. I could feel the wind whistling past my ear."

He squatted down and gestured with his fingers.

"So close, just this close." His fingers were almost touching Xu Yuanzhou's nose.

Xu Yuanzhou lay on the ground, not even lifting his eyelids: "I almost missed."

"Besides, it's not that you were lucky, it's that I panicked a little at the time."

"Hold!"

"You still dare to do it?" Tan Ming rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward.

"I'm going to beat you up to vent my anger."

Tan Ming rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing two thick, veiny forearms.

Xu Yuanzhou was lying on his side on the ground. When he saw Tan Ming coming over, he quickly scrambled back several times.

His movements were comical, like a fish thrown ashore.

After thrashing about twice, Gu Yong's back hit a tree root, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

His eyes widened as he stared at Tan Ming's increasingly clenched fist, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Hey, hey, hey, guys, stop messing around and just give me a quick death."

His voice carried a hint of panic; he was genuinely afraid of getting beaten up again here.

Jin Sheng reached out and stopped Tan Mingtian.

"Alright." Jin Sheng took out his long sword, squatted down next to Xu Yuanzhou, and held the sword to Xu Yuanzhou's neck.

Then, with a slight twist of his wrist, the blade grazed Xu Yuanzhou's neck.

Not too heavy, not too light, it left just a white mark.

The white marker powder spread across Xu Yuanzhou's neck.

"Xu Yuanzhou, eliminated!" Jin Sheng stood up and tucked the knife back into his waistband...