The sudden mud and sand caused Tang Weiwei, who was running at full speed, to lose control and get splashed all over her face.
By the time he came to his senses, Bennett had already darted into the vegetation not far away.
"Hairy monster! I'll throw you at me, you idiot!"
Tang Weiwei was so angry that she blurted out her native language and chased after him again.
But just as he chased into the vegetation, he suddenly heard a noise from his side.
One second later...
"ah!!!"
With a roar, a sharp knife appeared at his neck in the blink of an eye.
Tang Weiwei quickly stretched out her hands and firmly clamped down on the other person's wrists, thus avoiding being stabbed.
Bennett was not a soldier, nor did he possess any fighting skills.
However, he is 185 cm tall and weighs nearly 170 kg, making him more than one order of magnitude stronger than Tang Weiwei.
Although Tang Weiwei blocked the blow with both hands, the powerful force and impact still caused him to fall flat on his back to the ground.
"You yellow-skinned pig, die!"
Bennett straddled Tang Weiwei, gripping the knife handle with both hands, and desperately pushed the tip of the knife towards Tang Weiwei's throat.
Tang Weiwei resisted with all her might, her face turning red from the effort...
But the other person was pressing almost their entire body down on him, and he couldn't break free with his strength.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Bennett continued to exert force, and the sharp blade was less than 5 centimeters away from him.
Tang Weiwei gritted her teeth, and Ye Feng's words immediately came to mind.
"I know that you martial artists have your own way of killing people and look down on unorthodox methods."
But remember, this isn't a martial arts tournament, so there's no need to preach any hypocritical martial ethics to those foreigners.
If you want to survive, you have to use any dirty tricks you can think of. After all, you're not Ip Man, who can take on ten people at once.
Forget about sneak attacks, poison, or underhanded tactics; as long as it kills the opponent, even spitting on them is acceptable.
Tang Weiwei's eyes narrowed, and her throat bobbed rapidly...
"Cough... Ugh!"
A glob of what looked like saliva or thick phlegm sprayed from his mouth...
At this moment, their heads were less than 30 centimeters apart. It was practically face-to-face...
The saliva landed precisely on Bennett's left eye socket.
He suddenly felt his vision blur and quickly blinked.
And it was this moment of distraction that caused him to lose a lot of strength in his hand.
Tang Weiwei reacted swiftly, grabbing a tuft of chest hair with her left hand and pulling it down forcefully…
"Whoosh!!"
The sound was like tearing duct tape, and Bennett's chest immediately bled.
Excessive body hair is a characteristic of white men…
"ah!"
It hurts a lot to have large clumps of hair violently ripped off. Bennett screamed and dropped the dagger in his hand.
"Dream!"
Tang Weiwei quickly withdrew one foot and kicked it directly in the opponent's chest.
Bennett was kicked so hard he landed on his backside, while Tang Weiwei sprang to her feet with a quick, agile movement…
He drew his dagger with his right hand and slashed forward sharply…
His sharp dagger was aimed at the neck with every strike, and in an instant, Bennett's neck was like a broken water pipe...
Fresh blood splattered out, spraying everywhere.
He clutched his neck with both hands, his face flushed, and lay on his side on the ground, twitching slightly.
Soon after, blood quickly spread from his body, and he lost his life.
"Damn it! You've got it everywhere!"
Tang Weiwei hastily wiped the blood off her face, and looking at the tuft of pale yellow chest hair still hanging on her left hand, she couldn't help but admire Ye Feng's foresight once again.
"The fur on its body is too long; it seems like it might affect its combat ability."
He remembered what Ye Feng had said when he asked him to cut his long hair.
If it weren't for the man in front of him having a lot of hair, he might have really capsized in the gutter today.
Meanwhile, Zhan Pengwu on the other side had caught up with Lavezzi.
The mercenary was incredibly fast, and he couldn't close the distance for a long time. He had to throw away his spiked club before he could barely keep up.
Seeing that the other side had thrown away their weapon, Lavezzi gave a sinister smile.
He had watched the show before entering the game, and he knew Ye Feng and the others very well.
I know that Zhan Pengwu is a master of wielding a stick, and even Cairnster is no match for him.
Now that the opponent is unarmed, it's a perfect opportunity to turn the tables.
"You little brat, stop right there! You can't get away!"
As soon as Zhan Pengwu finished speaking, he saw Lavezzi suddenly turn around with his bow at the ready.
Zhan Pengwu raised his eyebrows. Although his IQ wasn't very high, as a martial artist, his reaction time was definitely much better than that of the average person.
He immediately dodged to the side, and before he could move, an arrow so fast it left an afterimage whizzed past his right side.
The two were not far apart to begin with, and Zhan Pengwu quickly rushed forward...
Lavezzi didn't continue to flee. He decisively threw away the crossbow bolts, drew his short sword, and charged forward as well.
In fact, he only thought that Zhan Peng was good at wielding a staff, and that his combat power would be greatly reduced without a weapon.
Little did they know that just as the two were about to meet, a wooden jar inexplicably appeared on Zhan Pengwu's right hand.
"vent!"
Lavezzi's pupils contracted sharply. He knew very well that Ye Feng often used this trick to ambush people.
However, he never expected that Zhan Pengwu would resort to such a despicable method.
What else could be in this jar besides poison?
He quickly covered his face with his hands, and at the same time, Zhan Pengwu casually sprinkled...
The milky white liquid flew out in an arc and splashed onto Lavezzi's arms.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhan Pengwu stepped forward and delivered a frontal kick, knocking him to the ground and causing him to roll backward twice.
After Lavezzi regained his balance, he clutched his stomach, his face flushed. He felt pain and his stomach was churning, making him want to vomit.
"Fuck! What despicable and shameless Chinese pigs!"
Although Zhan Pengwu couldn't understand English, he knew from the other person's reaction and the F-starting colloquialism that it was an insult.
Hehe~
He grinned shamelessly...
"Don't be angry, I didn't originally intend to use this method, but the guy specifically told me to do it this way, saying it was to reliably capture you alive..."
"You should be secretly happy. If they really fought, you'd definitely lose an arm or a leg. Consider yourself lucky."
Lavezzi didn't understand what he was talking about, but he felt that the person in front of him was very arrogant and had victory in his grasp.
He rubbed his stomach haphazardly and then struggled to get up.
"Your poison didn't hit me, so our battle isn't over yet... uh!"
Before he could finish speaking, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at his arms with an incredulous and terrified expression.
The sleeve was still covered in white venom, yet the venom surprisingly emitted a strange fragrance.
To most people, this fragrance is incredibly refreshing and pleasant to smell.
But for him, it was a deadly poison...
Because he... has severe pollen allergies.
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