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"Just a moment ago, that fellow's presence was clearly there. How could it have vanished so quickly? It's impossible that he was defeated so soon!" Feeling the dissipating aura ahead, Cold Eagle's heart skipped a beat.
Regarding the burly black man, Cold Eagle held some disdain for his identity, yet he respected his strength. Among the three leaders of his group, only he could guarantee to suppress the opponent. The second-in-command, Third Brother, was still lacking in comparison.
It was precisely because of his understanding of the opponent's strength that Cold Eagle felt uncertain. If the opponent had truly been defeated so quickly, then his mission would no longer be about attacking but rather about finding a way to escape.
Among the subordinates he brought with him, aside from the five who remained when he left, all others had lost contact! If it weren't for the One-Eyed Woman being forced away by the second-in-command due to injuries, he wouldn't have been confident in completing the mission with just these remaining individuals.
However, just as thoughts of retreat began to form in his heart, that familiar presence erupted once more. Although it seemed somewhat weaker this time, there was no doubt that his temporary ally was still holding on.
In that case, joining the battle with a two-on-one advantage would be ideal. The difficulty of facing two opponents alone was immense; if he were not at a crushing level of strength, defending against one attack would inevitably expose vulnerabilities to another.
Having thought this through, Cold Eagle charged out from behind the chaotic cover and arrived at an open area filled with a strong scent of earth and blood.
Before him lay a region centered around a sunken pit. A large area of shrubs radiated outward from this point, revealing blood-soaked soil beneath, creating what appeared to be an island amidst a sea of foliage.
At this moment, on that makeshift island stood two figures locked in confrontation. The burly black man was half-kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath.
Opposite him stood an unexpectedly slender young man with delicate features. The stark contrast in their physiques and postures made the scene appear quite bizarre.
"It's you? I never expected you to possess such terrifying combat power. Hah. It seems that regardless of whether this mission succeeds or fails, I can find a suitable excuse now. With such strength lurking in Yuying Middle School, your intentions are far from simple. And at such a young age to achieve this level of power—your backer must be quite formidable," Cold Eagle remarked, dressed in bloodied garb and looking strikingly handsome. Upon seeing Yang Xiaoyou, his pupils constricted slightly as shock and surprise crossed his face.
However, Yang Xiaoyou had no recollection of this seemingly familiar fellow. Judging by his demeanor, it was clear he had indeed investigated him thoroughly.
Watching as the bloodied garb man spoke while subtly moving toward him, Yang Xiaoyou raised an eyebrow. He allowed the other party to make such moves while casually playing with his handgun.
Given the identity of this individual as part of the Tongtang Party Headquarters' Special Department, it was normal for them to investigate Liu Lianyue's introduction of him as a member. From the expression on his face, it was evident that even if he had obtained some information, it was merely superficial—just what Yang Xiaoyou intended for the outside world to know. In light of this, he felt no particular concern.
Moreover, Yang Xiaoyou began to understand the strange nature of the opponent's presence; it fluctuated between icy coldness and boiling fervor, seamlessly switching between these two extremes.
This kind of extreme change was something Yang Xiaoyou had never encountered before. Unlike the two forces he was familiar with, the opponent's force, although it had undergone this transformation, remained the only one that belonged to him.
At the same time, from the opponent's footwork and defensive posture, there were hints of Wing Chun, seemingly infused with elements from various martial arts styles.
From the natural fusion observed, it appeared to be a well-established school that had been passed down for a long time. The identity of the opponent seemed to be becoming clearer.
Initially, Yang Xiaoyou was puzzled about how the Tongtang Party Headquarters could establish a reliable elite team in such a short time with their weak foundation.
He had already sensed something when he began dealing with those 'small fries,' and now, seeing the somewhat delicate and handsome man before him, he reached his final conclusion.
It seemed that the Tongtang Party Headquarters had extended its tentacles into the various martial arts schools in the community.
The traditional cultures of the Chinese Empire were highly valued among the populace—martial arts, traditional medicine, feng shui, and so on. Yang Xiaoyou recalled some folk martial arts masters from his memory.
Among them were one or two who devoted their lives to martial arts, reaching peak levels. Their skills in power techniques and physical conditioning were not necessarily inferior to Luo Guohui's. However, since most practical combat was based on sparring and most martial arts masters lacked real killing experience, those mercenaries and assassins with theoretically weaker hard skills could still defeat them.
The Cold Eagle before him was likely a fighter from a folk school absorbed by the Common Unity Party. Due to a solid foundation and targeted 'adaptive' training, their combat effectiveness developed at an unusually rapid pace.
However, generally speaking, these ancient schools that had survived to this day often provided their masters with stable incomes due to the current martial arts culture. Consequently, there weren't many who could be 'recruited.'
Who would want to take risks when they could earn a stable living?
It was unclear what bad luck had befallen the Tongtang Party Headquarters; it seemed they had managed to dig up an entire school and quickly convert it into their own strength.
In this situation, although the Radicals had an unmatched advantage in terms of numbers and absolute force, they might suffer losses in specific areas.
However,
Although Yang Xiaoyou himself did not particularly like the Radicals, it was evident that after the hijacking incident at school last time, his impression of the Tongtang Party Headquarters had plummeted to an all-time low.
Since that's the case, this newly formed emerging power should be erased.
Just as this thought crossed Yang Xiaoyou's mind, she noticed that the opponent had already approached duh, and a strange smile appeared on her face.
Cold Eagle, who was momentarily stunned and had not yet reacted, suddenly felt a terrifying threat from behind.
"You dare!" A voice that sounded sharp and thin due to his rage erupted from his mouth. As he exhaled forcefully, he managed to turn around with an incredible speed and successfully blocked duh's sneak attack!
Although duh was injured, the fact that he could block such a full-force ambush demonstrated Cold Eagle's formidable reaction speed!
At one point, Yang Xiaoyou had also been injured but had still managed to severely wound the Mossad Captain during her own sneak attack!
However, just as Cold Eagle barely managed to fend off this attack, his arm emitted a painful creaking sound. Meanwhile, from the other side came a sense of deadly threat that far exceeded the terror of this sneak attack.
The raised gun barrel pointed at him, creating a sensation of throbbing and numbness, as if he would soon have an intimate encounter with death itself.
A shiver ran through him; already unsteady from barely defending himself, he exposed a flaw. His body stiffened involuntarily as his mind raced with thoughts of how to evade the lethal shot that was about to come.
His movements became hesitant and paused.
But before him stood duh. Although he had been suppressed by Yang Xiaoyou, it could not hide the fact that he had overcome numerous difficulties and realized his own strength after much accumulation!
Originally, Cold Eagle could barely keep him at bay, but now, under the circumstances of being ambushed, that advantage had vanished. If it weren't for duh's injuries, he wouldn't even be able to defend himself now.
Caught in a passive confrontation and making two fatal mistakes—being distracted and stiffening up—duh seized the opportunity without hesitation. He delivered a powerful punch that broke through Cold Eagle's defense. Then, taking advantage of the opening, he executed a side kick that struck Cold Eagle squarely in the chest.
The impact sent him flying through the air, accompanied by a series of sharp cracking sounds.
When he finally crashed to the ground and slid for some distance, the delicate-looking man known as Mian Bai Wu Xu was spitting out blood bubbles from his mouth, his eyes wide with distortion. Occasionally, he coughed up fragments as his insides were completely crushed!
Seeing this situation, Yang Xiaoyou also put away the gun in his hand.
Even though his resistance to damage far exceeded that of ordinary people, he wouldn't dare to let Duh strike him like that. If it landed, he would be seriously injured at the very least.
The fact that Cold Eagle was not dead on the spot was solely due to his own formidable strength and mastery of internal martial arts, which allowed him to barely cling to life.
However, with the entire lung collapsed, speaking was impossible, and if left unattended, he would undoubtedly die within minutes.
Duh did not allow him to suffer for those few minutes; he coldly walked over and snapped Cold Eagle's neck with a kick. Then, exhaling lightly, he expressionlessly said to Yang Xiaoyou, "I have fulfilled my promise."
"Well, then I will also keep my promise not to kill you this time," Yang Xiaoyou replied with a smile while continuing to toy with the gun. However, the implication in his words was clear: if he spared Duh this time, there would be a next time.
Hearing this almost naked threat made Duh's face twitch involuntarily. Only by facing that monster directly could one truly understand his terror!
Being targeted by such a fellow meant that one could hardly sleep peacefully. As for doubting the other party's words? Damn it! From what Cold Eagle had said earlier, it was evident that Duh did not want the outside world to know about his abilities—a perfect reason for silencing him. The only reason he hadn't killed Duh yet was due to the conflict caused by the accumulated malice within him.
"It seems you understand the problem now. Well, I’m actually quite reasonable. An Outsider knowing your secret is definitely not acceptable. But if you become one of us, then the problem will be easily resolved." After observing Duh's expression for a while and delivering his initial threat, Yang Xiaoyou smiled somewhat strangely.
His legs felt like they were about to break from running. Regret.
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