Xiao Yi stood alone in the endless white snowfield. All around him was snow, as if the whole world was swallowed up by white.
The biting cold wind swept in like a mad beast, howling. The wind was like countless sharp knives, scraping his cheeks mercilessly, each bite bringing a sharp sting.
Xiao Yi tightened his clothes, trying to block the invasion of the cold, but the cold wind always found a gap to get in, making his body shiver uncontrollably. His hair was blown into a mess by the wind, flying wildly and constantly whipping his face.
He tried to open his eyes wide, but the cold wind made tears flow and his vision became blurred. With every breath, the cold air rushed into his lungs like an ice spike, bringing waves of chill and pain.
The snow under his feet was deep, and every step required great effort, while the cold wind kept trying to push and pull him, as if to stop him from moving forward.
Xiao Yi's lips had turned purple from the cold, and the skin on his face had turned red and stiff from the cold. But he still straightened his spine, standing stubbornly in the raging cold wind, his eyes firmly looking forward, as if he was waiting for something, or perhaps preparing to face the upcoming unknown challenge.
Xiao Yi tightened his white camouflage cloak tightly, trying to wrap himself more tightly to resist the merciless cold.
He slowly crouched down, hiding in the sniper's position behind the snowdrifts. His movements were skillful and light, without making any unnecessary noise. The coldness of the snow penetrated his clothes and touched his skin, but he seemed unaware.
Xiao Yi's hands tightly grasped the sniper rifle that had accompanied him through countless battles, as if it were a part of his life. The rifle was cold and heavy, yet it gave him a sense of inexplicable peace and familiarity. His knuckles were slightly white from the force, but he still held the deadly weapon firmly.
He gently rested his cheek against the butt of the rifle, feeling its warmth, his eyes focused and determined. The sniper rifle's scope gleamed coldly in the reflection of the snow, just like his gaze at that moment, sharp and filled with murderous intent.
Xiao Yi adjusted his breathing, making his heartbeat and breathing steady and rhythmic, blending in with the surrounding environment. His body fit perfectly with the snow, as if he had become a part of this icy and snowy world.
In this silent and cold world, Xiao Yi and his sniper rifle waited quietly, ready to give the enemy a fatal blow at the critical moment.
His eyes, through the sight, were like two sharp lightning bolts, staring vigilantly ahead.
His eyes were focused to the extreme, as if they could penetrate all fog and disguise. He didn't blink, afraid to miss any slight movement.
Xiao Yi's pupils shrank slightly, not letting go of every inch of land in the sight of the scope. His eyes swept across the white snow, carefully observing any traces of abnormality on the snow.
Every falling snowflake seemed to be slowed down in his sight, and he was trying to distinguish which ones were natural snowfall and which ones might be changes caused by enemy actions.
He glanced at the edge of the distant woods, watching for the swaying of branches, wondering if an enemy was quietly approaching. Then he shifted his gaze to the center of the empty snowfield, searching for any sudden threat.
Xiao Yi's eyes held no trace of slackness or relaxation, only heightened alertness and keen insight. He knew that any negligence could have fatal consequences, so he remained completely focused, not missing a single movement ahead. Beneath the surface tranquility of this snowy landscape, a chilling undercurrent surged. The seemingly pristine white world, in reality, harbored endless murderous intent.
Every gently falling snowflake seemed to herald the approach of danger. In the silent atmosphere, without a single unnecessary sound, one could feel a heavy sense of oppression.
Xiao Yi knew that his opponent, the equally powerful and ruthless sniper, was lurking like a ghost in some unknown corner. Perhaps under that seemingly ordinary snowdrift, or perhaps behind those sparse trees in the distance.
That opponent, like a poisonous snake in the dark, was silent but always ready to launch a fatal attack. He had superb skills and sharp intuition comparable to Xiao Yi, and could also seize the opportunity in an instant.
Xiao Yi's heartbeat was steady and strong. Although he knew in his heart how terrifying his opponent was, there was no fear in his eyes, only firm determination and high vigilance.
He knew this was a life-or-death struggle; whoever showed a flaw first would be the loser. And on this icy snowy ground, victory belonged only to the calmer, more perceptive, and more resolute side. Xiao Yi was as focused as a statue, every cell in his body on high alert, not missing even the slightest sign of trouble.
Suddenly, his eagle-like gaze swept across the distant snow, and a subtle change caught his eye. It was a snowy branch, bent slightly. If he hadn't been so focused, such a tiny change would have been almost unnoticeable.
His heart suddenly tightened, as if being gripped by an invisible hand. His intuition, the same intuition that had never failed him in countless life-and-death battles, now strongly told him that this was most likely a trace left by his opponent.
Xiao Yi's breathing stagnated slightly, his eyes fixed on the mark, his brain working rapidly. He began to simulate various possible situations in his mind, speculating on the opponent's direction of action and next intention.
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