He was a Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) athlete, a martial artist.
They thought that as long as they caught up with Ye Feng and killed him, there was no need for so many complicated steps.
"Fuck you! We clearly had a chance to catch up with them yesterday. You fucking insisted we had no chance and told us to wait."
It's made us brothers suffer in this godforsaken place.
Yes! You're a mercenary, you've been through all sorts of jungles, but what about us!?
Look at us brothers, every single one of us has some kind of injury on us.
As he spoke, Lor pointed to several disheveled white men sitting on the ground.
They had many scratches on their necks, presumably from crawling through the grass and trees.
"I fucking refuse to submit to you. Since you're such a coward, let me lead the team to kill Ye Feng."
It's said that the kid can't even beat a dog without weapons. We could have taken him down with a simple ambush, but they made it so complicated.
Wouldn't it be better to win the award sooner and be free sooner?
"Hehehe..."
Unexpectedly, these highly targeted words did not anger Lavezzi; instead, they made him laugh in exasperation.
He simply couldn't understand why the person in front of him possessed such an arrogant yet confident and utterly foolish demeanor.
A team capable of wiping out three teams without taking any damage—this idiot actually fantasizes about taking them down with a single ambush.
Don't the other teams know how to ambush? Ye Feng himself doesn't have much combat ability, but he's notoriously cunning.
They almost never engage in direct combat. Besides, the enemy has a multitude of weapons…
The mercenary circle is not large; Lavezzi, a mercenary in The Chaser, knows almost all of them.
The leaders of these people were mostly level 8, and as a mercenary himself, he naturally understood what that level of strength meant.
He did have a chance to catch up with Ye Feng yesterday, but after seeing that sixteen people were missing, he immediately changed his tactics.
Since the battle is over, chasing after them would most likely be suicide.
"You want to be the captain, right? No problem. I'll give you a chance right now."
Lavezzi grinned, took off his backpack, put down his crossbow, and stretched his limbs. He then gave Lor a provocative wave…
"Come on, use your best skill, Sanda, to spar with me. If you beat me, the captain will be yours, and I'll obey your orders."
But if you lose, you'd better shut up from now on!
Upon hearing this, a middle-aged white man with thick body hair who was sitting on the ground immediately stood up and walked between the two to act as a peacemaker.
"Don't be like this, let's talk this out..."
After all, everyone shares a common goal; killing each other would only benefit that kid Ye Feng.
“Bennett, this is none of your business. Get out of here. Don’t worry, I won’t kill him.”
Lor grinned, his face radiating confidence, and took off his backpack, staring at Lavezzi...
"You said it yourself. Then let me see just how powerful you are, this level 8 mercenary."
After saying that, Bennett shook his head and stopped trying to dissuade him, then walked to the side.
The other four people also wisely moved to the side.
Foreigners are far more inclined to violence than Chinese people; they often believe that whoever has the bigger fist should have the right to speak.
Force may not solve everything, but it is the simplest and most effective method.
"Ouch!..."
Lor's expression hardened, and with a muffled groan, he rushed forward and kicked out.
Lavezzi calmly raised his hand to block, but unexpectedly, his opponent used a change-of-direction kick, also known as a double kick.
The second kick almost hit Lavezzi in the head.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and dodged the kick; otherwise, he would have been quite dazed.
Krol's actions didn't end there; he turned around and delivered a high kick to Krol's head.
It's clear that Lor's legwork is extremely formidable.
Lavezzi blocked the kick with his forearm again. Although the kick didn't hit his head, it was powerful enough to send him staggering several steps to the side.
"Haha, is this all the strength an 8th-level mercenary has? Then the captain... is mine!"
Lor laughed excitedly. Being able to defeat a high-ranking mercenary who killed without hesitation was indeed something to brag about.
But Lavezzi just smiled faintly at his mocking words, shook his slightly sore forearm, and showed no fear whatsoever...
"Your strength is not bad; you should be able to beat most people, but you're still far from being able to defeat me..."
"Really!? Then let's do it again!"
Lor felt that the other party was just being stubborn, so he rushed forward and delivered another powerful sweeping kick, aiming straight for Lavezzi's waist.
But just as he lifted his leg, Lavezzi suddenly lunged forward, diving down and grabbing his waist instead…
With just a slight exertion, he hoisted the 160-pound Lor onto his shoulder and spun him around.
But a second later, he casually pushed the other person down.
He quickly moved behind the other person, clasped his arms together, and strangled the other person's neck.
The rear naked choke is the most common, but also the most unsolvable, move in combat.
With a single strike, the blood locked around the neck is diverted to the brain, causing suffocation and unconsciousness within three seconds, as long as the user exerts force.
Sure enough, Lor's face immediately turned red, and the veins on his forehead bulged, clearly indicating that he was having difficulty breathing.
He quickly patted Lavezzi's arm, signaling his surrender.
Lavezzi certainly didn't intend to kill him, otherwise he would have just thrown him to the ground when he grabbed him.
Even if the victim doesn't die, their internal organs will be severely damaged instantly, and in such an environment, death is almost certain.
He quickly let go and shoved Lor to the ground...
"When you were learning Sanda, did your teacher teach you not to fight wrestlers one-on-one?"
If I had a knife, you wouldn't last 10 seconds in front of me.
"At this level, Zhan Pengwu and Tang Weiwei could take on three of you."
Lor remained silent, kneeling on the ground and panting heavily. Just now, the other party had held back against him.
"So? Are you coming or not?"
"No!"
Lor had lost his earlier arrogance, and his eyes were much clearer now.
"I admit it, but I still don't quite agree with your plan."
Do I need your approval?
Lavezzi, with a grim face, picked up the backpack and crossbow bolts...
"All you need to know is that it's absolutely impossible to kill Ye Feng and the others in a direct confrontation."
Get up, all of you! Keep the pursuit! Next time anyone dares to disobey my orders, they'll rest…
I swear to God, I'll kill him first and get the money. I don't want to share money with a piece of trash!
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately stopped slacking off and got up.
Actually, they had just been forced to rest by Lor.
Although the group was somewhat dissatisfied with Lavezzi's way of doing things, his status as an 8th-level mercenary was still quite intimidating.
If it weren't for Lavezzi leading the way to find herbs these past few days, they would never have made it this far alive; they would have died from infected wounds long ago.
There's no other way; if we want to get out of here alive, we really have to rely on him.
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