Finally, after another ten seconds of intense fighting, Cairnster's defeat became increasingly apparent.

Even the steel knife in his hand showed obvious signs of being chipped.

Zhan Pengwu could naturally sense that his opponent's speed and power had slowed down, so he increased the frequency of his swings.

It has to be said that to be able to wield a long, rod-shaped object so skillfully and powerfully, with such wide and sweeping movements...

On the entire Earth, apart from a certain monkey in mythology, the only other one is probably the Shaolin monks.

He briefly gathered his strength, then turned and swept his sword diagonally, striking the back of the cleaver that Kansster had blocked at his side.

Although the damage was blocked, the force of the blow still caused Cairnster's knife to strike his left arm.

If many of the spikes on the spiked club hadn't been knocked away, Cairnster would probably have several more bloody holes in his left arm by now.

My hands are definitely going to be ruined...

Zhan Pengwu raised an eyebrow, glanced at one end of the spiked club, and mentally scoffed…

"Hey buddy, your cooking skills aren't that great either!"

But the thought only lasted a moment; his hands didn't stop moving at all.

A few seconds later, he seized another opening in his opponent's defenses, swept the blow away with his staff, and then thrust it out with his staff, aiming straight for his opponent's heart.

Cairnster's title as a special forces king was not earned for nothing; even though he was injured and his arms were weak, he could still react.

He held the blunted machete vertically in front of him, which blocked the protruding spikes of the spiked club.

Both sides were deadlocked at this moment and began to vie for power.

Fighting is physically demanding...

Cairnster was panting heavily; he had now had to put aside his arrogance as a top soldier.

He couldn't possibly beat the guy ranked ninth on the leaderboard.

It's not that the special forces king is so bad, but rather that the purpose of special forces is special operations.

His strengths lie in surprise attacks and the use of various weapons and techniques, but everyone has their own specialty; when it comes to hand-to-hand combat and melee weapons...

How could he possibly beat Zhan Pengwu, who has been playing with knives since he was 8 years old?

At this moment, Zhan Pengwu was also breathing rapidly, but his complexion remained unchanged, still robust and powerful.

Endurance is something that martial monks should naturally possess.

He has been practicing rigorously in the coldest and hottest days of winter for over a decade.

I could play for another 5 minutes without any problem.

"ah!……"

Zhan Pengwu roared and exerted all his strength.

Cairnster was completely overwhelmed, and at the same time, the steel spike his knife was pressed against instantly fell off.

After all, it's just pine resin stuck on, so it's not that strong.

The tip of the spiked club pierced his chest in the blink of an eye…

"ah!"

With a cry of pain, his body immediately fell face-up to the ground.

Seeing that he was outmatched, he quickly reached out and called out...

"etc!"

The sudden rebuke startled Zhan Pengwu.

Cairnster continued:

"Your weapon is too advantageous. I've heard that Chinese people are very particular about martial ethics."

I specialize in short swords, so how about we have a swordsmanship contest?

Losing like this, your victory was dishonorable!

Zhan Pengwu slightly lowered the stick he had raised, and his expression changed somewhat.

From the first day he entered the Shaolin Temple, his master told him that as a martial artist, he must uphold martial ethics.

A victory that is not honorable does not qualify one as a Shaolin monk.

If Cairnster had used the same moral blackmail tactic as Zhan Pengwu in the past, it would most likely have worked.

He might actually give him a chance.

But before this plan began, Ye Feng had given him special instructions.

"There's no need to talk about morality and ethics with Cairnster and his group."

Because the other party is not a morally upright person, they will do whatever it takes to kill you. If the other party doesn't die, you will be the one who dies.

Don't forget, these foreigners have ambushed you several times already. Don't hold back!

Zhan Pengwu recalled the attack he had suffered and the death of Qi Bin, and his expression immediately turned cold again…

“I’m talking about your mother!”

He seized the opportunity, raised the stick, and slammed it down hard.

But it was too late; Cairnster rolled away, dodging the attack.

Zhan Pengwu wanted to step forward, but suddenly noticed that Cairnster had a wooden jar in his hand.

It was obvious that he had just taken it out while he was in a daze.

Just as he was about to bring the stick down, he made a splashing motion.

Zhan Pengwu is a bit simple-minded, but definitely not stupid.

Moreover, he has been following Ye Feng for some time and has seen him use poison.

If the other party pulls out this thing at this moment, without even thinking, what else could it be but poison?

He had no choice but to quickly put away the stick and prepare to cover his face with his arms.

But the action was clearly a step too late; his left hand was not holding a weapon and was blocking his eyes.

His right hand, holding the weapon, was a beat too slow, and he felt the lower half of his face suddenly become wet.

He subconsciously took a few steps back and quickly wiped himself clean with his sleeve.

The juice is white, so it's definitely poisonous.

Fortunately, he had no wounds on his face, so he wouldn't die.

"You son of a bitch!"

Zhan Pengwu hated being ambushed, and this made him furious.

After he finished wiping, he realized that Cairnster had already grabbed his bag and run quite a distance away.

"You fucking think you can run away!"

He roared and chased after him...

This was probably the most embarrassing moment of his life for Cairnster.

He suffered two consecutive defeats in his area of ​​expertise.

Chinese people are really strange.

After being mentally disturbed for so many days, how could he still have such strong fighting power?!

Because he was injured, and he was carrying a backpack and two heavy bows.

So in less than two minutes, he was caught up by Zhan Pengwu.

However, at that moment, Zhan Pengwu suddenly felt a sharp pain in his cheek, and the pain became increasingly intense.

It's as if countless sparks are burning beneath your skin.

"Um!…"

He stopped in his tracks due to the pain and knelt on the ground.

At that moment, he was filled with remorse, yet could only helplessly and angrily watch Cairnster's figure gradually disappear into the distance.

The burning pain on his cheeks made him want to cut his face off.

He has practiced martial arts for twelve years and has suffered countless injuries, both big and small.

But this time, it was the most painful he had ever experienced, a pain that no other injury could compare to.

Even with his strong willpower, he still couldn't help rolling around on the ground, his cheeks twitching.

The poison sprayed by Cairnster was a mixture of the sap from two Euphorbiaceae plants and three poisonous herbs.

Among them was the sap from the poisonous guava tree that Ye Feng had once used.

Therefore, the level of pain is self-evident.

But not long after, the sound of running came from the bushes.

Zhan Pengwu thought that Cairnster had returned, so he quickly picked up his stick to prepare for battle.

But when they saw the figure clearly, they realized it was Ye Feng…

Seeing this, his serious expression immediately changed into a pitiful look.

It was like seeing a savior...

"Hey bro! Hurry! Help me!"