Just as he was thinking this, Ye Feng made his move.
He produced another wooden jar covered in small holes, tore off the lid, and poured the contents onto Cheng Haojun.
Having already been fooled once, Cheng Haojun is unlikely to fall for it a second time.
As soon as it moved, it quickly did a side roll.
It must be said that even though he was in great pain, his movements were still much faster than those of an ordinary person.
He managed to dodge all of those ants...
Cheng Haojun also possessed a tenacious will and a compelling reason to win.
He vowed to win the game so he could retire as soon as he got the money.
I'll have another wedding with Bai Ying, then find a cozy little island to spend the rest of my life on, and I'll never have to make money through endless killing again.
He actually hated this life of living on the edge.
Killing only leads people into the abyss...
"Ah!! Ye Feng! Die!!"
At this moment, Cheng Haojun also lost his temper. He let out a roar full of fighting spirit and charged directly at Ye Feng, kicking him.
Unexpectedly, Ye Feng didn't dodge at all, but instead thrust his chest forward hard.
His chest met Cheng Haojun's big foot head-on, but the expected kick didn't happen. Instead, Cheng Haojun's body was sent flying back several steps.
At this moment, he could clearly feel that Ye Feng's power was at least twice as strong as before.
"Is this the power of adrenaline?"
He was horrified, and for a moment he was at a loss for what to do...
Adrenaline is actually a stimulant that the human body automatically secretes when experiencing great pain or a crisis.
There's a saying in the mortal world that when adrenaline surges, even a dying person can briefly regain their vitality.
Combat strength in all aspects increases by 100, while intelligence decreases by 99.
At this moment, Ye Feng had been forcibly injected with topical adrenaline. With the two substances combined, he could no longer feel any pain.
My blood is boiling; all I want to do now is fight.
"Aaaaaaah!!!!"
Ye Feng charged toward Cheng Haojun, rolled forward to pick up the Nepalese kukri from the ground, and began wildly slashing left and right.
Despite the constant pain emanating from all parts of his body, Cheng Haojun could only retreat repeatedly, twisting his body to dodge.
Although Ye Feng was crazy, he was not a trained martial artist and had no techniques. Even with the help of adrenaline, he was just a brute with more strength.
Compared to Cheng Haojun, he was like a wounded tiger and a raging sheep.
Sure enough, after one unsuccessful slash, Cheng Haojun seized an opportunity and kicked Ye Feng's knife away again.
Then came a hook punch aimed at Ye Feng's cheek.
His hand had just been bitten by bullet ants, so he was already moving very slowly.
Unexpectedly, Ye Feng didn't dodge at all, taking the punch head-on and only slightly turning his head to the side...
"Um!!"
He grunted and exerted force, simultaneously slamming a punch into Cheng Haojun's nose.
The nose is made of cartilage, which is full of pain receptors.
This hit him pretty hard. He quickly kicked Ye Feng away, clutching his nose and groaning with his face contorted in pain.
After taking two steps back, Ye Feng charged forward without thinking and unleashed a flurry of wild punches.
Even if he misses several times, he still enjoys it and gets more and more excited as he fights.
During this time, Cheng Haojun kept punching and kicking him, but he only felt like he was being hit by something, and it didn't hurt at all.
In the heavy rain, the two exchanged punches, one hitting the other and the other kicking.
The muffled thuds of fists hitting flesh and shouts continued, seemingly drowning out the sound of the rain.
This scene is strikingly similar to Naruto and Sasuke at the Valley of the End, having exhausted their chakra. Both are giving their all for the people they care about.
Finally, after nearly 20 seconds of fighting, Cheng Haojun's left cheek was already red and swollen, and the aftereffects of the bullet ant bite began to strike.
He could no longer sense the existence of his arms and neck, and dared not fight Ye Feng again, only retreating to avoid him.
Ye Feng's face was swollen like a pig's head, his features were deformed, and his head was covered with horrifying, bloody fist marks, a deep red.
Even if the fresh blood that has just flowed out is washed away by the rain, the wound will soon ooze new blood and wet the face.
The only thing that remained unchanged was his resolute yet murderous gaze, which was still fixed intently on Cheng Haojun.
Seeing this, Cheng Haojun knew that if he continued to fight, he would definitely be finished.
The adrenaline rush only lasts for about 3 minutes. If Ye Feng can hold out for longer than that, he will surely die.
Thinking of this, he immediately turned and ran away.
With his body covered in wounds and his arm numb from the bullet ant venom, how could he possibly outrun Ye Feng, who was in the heat of battle?
"Cheng Haojun! Don't even think about running away!! Ah!!!"
Ye Feng took three steps at a time and caught up with Cheng Haojun in a few moments. He then grabbed Cheng Haojun's waist from behind and tried to throw him backward.
Cheng Haojun quickly used the last of his strength to lower his center of gravity, trying to avoid the blow.
"ah!!!!"
Without any skill, Ye Feng opened his bloodied mouth and roared angrily, lifting Cheng Haojun, who weighed twenty or thirty pounds more than him, upside down and slamming him backward.
"Thump!"
Cheng Haojun stared in despair at the sky obscured by green leaves, his back slamming hard against the ground, splashing up a cloud of mud...
At this moment, he could no longer feel any pain, and his eyelids were slowly closing...
He knew he had lost, and he was going to die...
"It seems mercenaries always end up in tragedy..."
On his deathbed, he actually revealed a pale, bitter smile.
Cheng Haojun glanced at his comrade in front of him, whose features were almost unrecognizable, yet who was still glaring at him with fierce fighting spirit. He was filled with mixed emotions.
Is it really adrenaline that conquers you? No... it's the opponent's indomitable will and their unpredictable strategies.
I... ultimately underestimated him.
He gave Ye Feng a thumbs-up, slowly opened his mouth, and murmured softly:
"Ye Feng, you are the true Chinese, I am not worthy."
I only ask one thing of you... let my brothers and Bai Ying die a quick and painless death, don't torture them."
At this moment, Cheng Haojun seemed to have already foreseen the fate of his men.
He knew that once he died, no one could stop Ye Feng from winning the game.
It's laughable to think that a level 9 mercenary, who thought he knew his opponent completely, still lost, and to an ordinary person who couldn't fight at all.
Ye Feng, sporting a pig's head, stared blankly at his opponent lying on the ground, saying nothing.
At this moment, he felt a sense of shared sorrow, just like when he killed Cairnster.
Without hesitation, he straddled Cheng Haojun and unleashed a barrage of punches, landing relentlessly on his face...
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