Xiao Yi thought about the opponent's tactical habits and recalled the strategies that the enemy might have adopted in similar situations in the past. He imagined countless possible scenarios, each of which flashed through his mind quickly, and then was analyzed and judged.

Perhaps the opponent would swerve from the left, perhaps he would patiently wait for him to reveal a flaw, or perhaps he had already quietly moved. These constantly emerging thoughts intertwined and collided in his mind, making his nerves even more tense.

But Xiao Yi still forced himself to remain calm, looking for the most likely clues from these complicated deductions, and preparing for the upcoming life and death moment.

At this moment, Xiao Yi, who had been highly alert, suddenly caught a glimpse of an extremely fast-moving black shadow from the corner of his eye as if struck by lightning.

The black shadow flashed across the white snow like a ghost, so fast that it almost made people think it was an illusion. Xiao Yi's nerves were instantly tense to the extreme, and his eyes quickly turned to the direction where the black shadow appeared.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, his blood rushed, and his brain instantly entered a state of extreme tension. The speed of the black shadow was so fast that Xiao Yi could only see a vague outline.

He tried to recall the moment, trying to determine the shadow's size, shape, and direction. Was it an enemy probing him? Or preparing to attack? Countless questions flashed through his mind.

Xiao Yi's finger subconsciously tightened on the trigger, and his breathing instantly stopped. He stared intently at the place where the shadow disappeared, not daring to relax for a moment, ready to deal with any crisis that might arise. His reaction was like lightning. The moment he caught sight of the shadow, Xiao Yi pointed the scope in that direction without hesitation.

His arm muscles were tense, his movements swift and steady, without even a moment's hesitation. His eyes were fixed on the scope, and his finger moved from resting on the trigger to pulling it hard in an instant.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and all that remained in Xiao Yi's world was the area in the scope and the fatal blow that was about to erupt.

His breathing stopped and his heartbeat roared like thunder in his ears, but none of this could interfere with his decisiveness and resolve at the moment.

The moment his finger squeezed the trigger hard, Xiao Yi could feel the slight vibration coming from the gun body. It was the release of power, the moment that decided life and death.

There was no fear or hesitation in his eyes, only a firm killing intent and a desire for victory.

"Bang!" A deafening roar suddenly erupted. The huge gunshot was like a thunder, fiercely splitting the original tranquility of the snow.

The gunshot seemed to have infinite power, and it instantly echoed across the empty snowfield, startling a group of jackdaws that were originally perched on the branches. They flapped their wings, screamed, and flew away into the distance.

The bullet whizzed out, tearing through the cold air, carrying Xiao Yi's determination and murderous intent, and rushed towards the black shadow like a flash of lightning.

The intense friction between the bullet and the air produced a stream of hot air. Wherever it passed, snowflakes were blown to both sides, forming a short vacuum channel.

The sharp whistling sound was like the death warrant of the messenger of hell, relentlessly chasing the black shadow, vowing to devour it.

In this brief yet long moment, the whole world seemed to be attracted by the flying bullet. Everything became silent, and only the unstoppable momentum of the bullet filled the air.

However, the opponent was by no means an easy target. At the critical moment when Xiao Yi fired the gun, he showed extraordinary sharpness and agility.

Almost at the same moment the gunshot rang out, the opponent's body seemed to be equipped with the most sensitive spring, reacting with astonishing speed. He suddenly rolled sideways, his movements smooth and flowing, without a trace of delay.

His body spun rapidly on the snow, sending up a shower of flakes. In an instant, he successfully hid in the seemingly inconspicuous but actually perfect snow pit next to him.

The snow pit gave him temporary shelter, giving him a chance to breathe and counterattack. With almost no pause, the opponent relied on his excellent combat intuition to quickly find Xiao Yi's position.

Then, he fired back without hesitation. "Bang!" Another loud noise broke the brief peace. The bullet, carrying his anger and determination, rushed towards Xiao Yi like a ferocious beast.

At this moment, the air on the snow seemed to be ignited by the tense atmosphere, and the battle entered a more intense stage. The bullet was like a deadly cold light, passing by Xiao Yi's head with a hair's breadth.

The high-speed rotating bullet rubbed violently with the air, and the hot air flow generated instantly stirred up the snowflakes above the head, forming a fine snow mist.

Xiao Yi felt his scalp tingling, and the cold threat of death was like a sharp ice blade, pressing straight against his throat.

In this life-or-death moment, his body reacted instinctively. Xiao Yi lowered his body with lightning speed, his movements as agile as a cheetah.

His limbs pressed against the snow, trying to make his body outline as small as possible to reduce the risk of exposure.

Not daring to delay for a moment, Xiao Yi used his hands and feet to crawl quickly on the snow and changed his shooting position.

His movements were light and decisive, and he tried to make as little noise as possible with each move so as not to expose his position again.

At this moment, Xiao Yi had only one thought in his mind, that is to survive this brutal duel and give his opponent a fatal blow. Suddenly, without any warning, a bullet, like a fatal arrow, swiftly hit the snow pile beside Xiao Yi.

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