Kuz and Rab quickly ran seventy or eighty meters.
Seeing Ye Feng left behind, Labu gave a mocking smile.
"These yellow-skinned pigs from China are so easy to fool, they actually believed it. What should we do now?"
Kuz glanced back and, finding no one following, breathed a sigh of relief.
"What else can we do but seek cooperation with Vitniel and his group?"
Ye Feng and his group have too many weapons, including crossbows. The meat is too big; the two of us definitely can't finish it.
"Damn it, this kid not only didn't run away, he even dared to ambush us here. I'll kill him soon."
But as soon as he finished speaking, Kuz immediately remembered that the opposing team clearly had eight people, and he had seen their information.
What about Zhan Pengwu and Tang Weiwei, who are the most powerful fighters?
Thinking back to the inexplicable monkey cries he'd heard earlier, he suddenly froze, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.
Just then, as the two were passing between two large trees, two legs suddenly swept out from the tree trunks...
Kuz reacted quickly, raising his arms to block in front of his chest, but the powerful force still sent him sprawling to the ground, his recurve bow falling to the floor.
Raab was kicked in the chest from the front and fell to the ground as well, but his chest felt like it had been hit by a solid wooden stick, and he had difficulty breathing.
Zhan Pengwu and Tang Weiwei slowly emerged from behind the tree trunk.
The two men rubbed their hands together, their smiles revealing a clear sense of malice...
So this is what a sneak attack feels like? Though it goes against the code of martial virtue, it actually feels pretty good…
"Huh...tsk tsk tsk, two more black guys, just like Horford."
Zhan Pengwu stared at the two men with disdain, clearly dissatisfied with their strength.
"Stop talking nonsense, one head each, remember to capture them alive."
Tang Weiwei pulled out a dagger and prepared to fight.
Kuz and Raab were not to be trifled with either, and they understood as well.
Ye Feng had no intention of letting them go; he only wanted to capture him alive.
Seeing that they could no longer escape, the two simultaneously sprang to their feet.
When it comes to close combat, they are quite confident in their abilities.
Each of them drew a short knife and stabbed at Tang Weiwei and Zhan Pengwu.
In reality, their close-combat skills were clearly insufficient against the two who had practiced martial arts since childhood.
Tang Weiwei's gaze was icy. The instant Labu thrust his dagger, she dodged to the side, and her right hand, seizing the opportunity, plunged the dagger into Labu's wrist...
This was swift and ruthless, piercing right through...
"Ouch!"
Rab cried out in pain, and the dagger in his hand immediately fell to the ground.
Without hesitation, Tang Weiwei swiftly pulled out the bloodstained dagger, gripped it in a reverse grip, and slashed diagonally down the forehead of Labu's dark face...
The sharp blade instantly cleaved the black face in two, leaving a long, narrow wound, with blood and screams spurting out together.
Tang Weiwei gave her opponent no time to react, her movements were extremely swift and agile…
Because Ye Feng had instructed that he should leave some survivors, he had not yet killed them.
He slightly turned his body and delivered a sweeping kick to Rab's stomach...
He immediately felt a tightness in his internal organs, and a feeling of nausea surged into his brain.
He collapsed to the ground clutching his stomach, vomiting as he did so…
This clearly means that the person kicked the stomach.
The fight ended with Tang Weiwei's overwhelming victory. It lasted less than ten seconds...
Mercenaries are indeed invincible when facing ordinary people.
However, their main training subjects are primarily firearms tactics and modern firearms.
Because, in their view, martial arts skills were of almost no help in carrying out their missions.
When facing a true expert in close-quarters combat with cold weapons, the skill gap is still quite large.
Of course, in the end, this Rab doesn't really know how to use a knife, and his level is relatively low, so he looks like a novice in front of Tang Weiwei.
Kuz, on the other hand, was clearly much stronger than him.
At this moment, Kuz's knife was already flashing, pressing Zhan Pengwu step by step.
These moves are quite impressive, clearly showing that the person has practiced.
Looking at Zhan Pengwu again, he didn't use the spiked club; he threw it aside, leaving his hands empty as he kept dodging.
A master of traditional martial arts like him can judge the opponent's level and strength simply by observing their moves.
Although he kept retreating, his expression was relaxed and carefree. He even managed to taunt while dodging...
"Hey, did you learn your swordsmanship from your master's wife? It's weak and feeble, all show and no substance."
"A mercenary ranked tenth on the villain list, is this all the level you're capable of? You're utterly disgraceful..."
The opponent's moves seemed fierce, but in Zhan Pengwu's eyes, he could see the specific trajectory of each strike.
He didn't want to use the spiked club at all, mainly because the spiked club was too powerful, and he was afraid that he might accidentally kill the other party with one blow.
The task Ye Feng assigned him still had to be completed.
After a brief dodge, he seized the opportunity and suddenly grabbed upwards with his left hand.
Kuz felt as if his right wrist had been gripped by a pair of pliers.
The tip of the knife in his hand was only two inches away from Zhan Pengwu's head, but it could not go any further.
"I've had my fill of fun! Now I'll show you what real swordsmanship is!"
Zhan Pengwu suddenly clenched his fist with all five fingers and twisted it with his other hand.
"ah!……"
Kuz's wrist immediately deformed, and the excruciating pain made him scream.
But his left hand didn't stop; it punched Zhan Pengwu in the face.
Zhan Pengwu reached out his right hand again, grabbed the wrist, and twisted it forcefully, crippling both of the other man's hands.
Immediately, he pulled out a butterfly knife and unleashed a dazzling flurry of blows at Kuz's chest.
With a flash of light, he slashed the character for "death" across the opponent's chest.
After finishing, he took a step forward and delivered a side kick, sending the opponent flying.
The fight between the four lasted less than a minute, and the two black men were completely powerless to fight back.
"What a joke... Is this all the mercenaries are capable of? I wasn't even getting serious yet..."
Zhan Pengwu frowned, looking very disappointed.
"Mercenaries aren't judged by their fists and feet."
Ye Feng's voice came from not far away. He walked slowly to Kuz and Lab, looking down at the two on the ground with his peripheral vision.
"These guys will do anything once they get paid."
But they never understood that without modern firearms, in this killing game, they were nothing.
"Mr. Ye Feng, please let us go. You can take all of our bows and equipment."
Everyone is afraid of death, and mercenaries are no exception when facing imminent death, they beg for mercy.
Hearing these words, Ye Feng admired Cairnster even more.
A regular army is still a regular army; they have much more backbone than these self-taught guys.
At least die with some dignity...
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