The car in front was covered in blood, and he was still holding a stick with twigs still attached.
His eyes were filled with hatred as he glared angrily at Qi Xiaojie.
"You, you Chinese from West Asia, killed my brother! I will make you pay with your life!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he brought the wooden stick down hard, and Qi Xiaojie, with her strong willpower, quickly protected her head.
The stick landed squarely on his right elbow, hitting a nerve that was numb.
"ah!……"
Qi Xiaojie screamed in agony. He had never felt such strange pain since entering the game.
He felt as if his entire arm had lost all feeling, as if it had been instantly ripped away, leaving it light, empty, and completely devoid of sensation.
Five minutes earlier, Qi Xiaojie had thrown a stone that hit the car in the temple.
The temple is the most vulnerable part of the human skull, with numerous nerves and blood vessels, making it one of the most fatal brain regions.
Even more coincidentally, the sharpest point of Qi Xiaojie's rhombus-shaped stone sank deep into the hole.
Three minutes earlier, the car behind was already bleeding profusely and eventually went into shock.
Seeing his younger brother in such a state, the driver in front knew that there was no way to save him now.
I could only turn my grief into strength, so I picked up a stick and came here.
"You treacherous Chinese pig! You like throwing stones, huh? Then I'll cripple your hands first!"
He raised the stick and began to strike repeatedly, and Qi Xiaojie could only desperately defend himself with his left hand.
But with each strike, his hand would experience excruciating pain.
The noise immediately alerted Zhan Pengfei, who was more than ten meters away.
At this moment, he had no new injuries, and fueled by anger, he beat Kim Tae-woo into retreating repeatedly.
Kim Tae-woo is in a much worse situation now; he has a five- or six-centimeter-long scratch on his face.
There was a knife wound on his thigh, arm, and chest, and his clothes and pants were stained with blood.
He was kneeling on one knee, panting heavily.
Kim Tae-woo never expected that he, a black belt in Taekwondo, would be no match for someone who studied traditional Chinese medicine.
As a descendant of the Great Cold Netherworld Kingdom, he felt extremely humiliated.
"Hey! We haven't decided a winner yet!"
He roared and charged forward again, brandishing his dagger.
Zhan Pengfei wanted to help Qi Xiaojie, but he had to stop himself.
Facing Kim Tae-woo's slash, he blocked it, and the two blades collided instantly.
Without any hesitation, he tilted his neck back slightly and thrust his head forward, slamming it directly into Kim Tae-woo's forehead.
Kim Tae-woo suddenly saw stars, his consciousness became scattered, and he staggered, almost unable to stand.
Zhan Pengfei wouldn't let such a good opportunity slip by; he raised his wood-chopping knife high...
"You filthy bastard! Die!"
He slashed viciously at the neck with his knife...
"puff!"
A sound of flesh being pierced rang out, blood splattered everywhere, and Kim Tae-woo's face was stained with blood.
However, his neck remained intact.
Zhan Pengfei's knife stopped in mid-air, his body stood rooted to the spot, his bulging eyes filled with resentment and confusion.
Because there was an arrow stuck in the upper left chest.
The arrow was pointing directly ahead of him; clearly, it was an arrow shot from behind that had pierced his backpack.
He tried to turn his head and glance back, only to meet LeBron's cold yet satisfying gaze.
This arrow was the very one Qi Xiaoyan had just shot but missed; somehow, LeBron had retrieved it.
The knife in Zhan Pengfei's hand slowly fell to the ground, and the pain in his chest made him unconsciously kneel down.
He glanced at Qi Xiaojie, who was still being beaten, and then at the two women who had already fainted…
He knew it was all over. Everything was over.
"Brother, Brother Dawei, Brother Feng, you must... avenge us..."
Zhan Pengfei was in despair; he was truly unwilling to accept it.
Having just escaped death and about to see her brother again, she now faces death once more.
He desperately wanted to pick up the knife and fight again, but his body felt as if it had been paralyzed.
Even the slightest movement causes severe chest pain.
"The game should end now. You Chinese have certainly given me a lot of shocks."
It's stronger than I expected, but don't you Chinese have an old saying? "The victor is king, the loser is villain."
After saying that, LeBron winked at Kim Tae-woo.
Kim Tae-woo immediately understood. He supported himself on his knees and slowly walked to Zhan Pengfei.
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
His blood-splattered face wore a smug, triumphant smile.
"Hehe... Oh dear, what a pity for the Chinese."
I've said it before: the numerical advantage you've lost will forever make you a defeated foe of our Great Hanming Kingdom.
Remember, in your next life, don't steal our writing...
Before he could finish speaking, he froze on the spot.
One second later…
"Thump..."
Kim Tae-woo fell to his side in front of Zhan Pengfei, his eyes wide open, his pupils filled with confusion.
And in his neck... there was a golden arrow, the arrowhead of which was diamond-shaped.
Zhan Pengfei, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. When he saw the arrow, he instinctively thought that Ye Feng had returned.
Just as I was about to shout, I suddenly realized something was wrong.
Because Ye Feng's arrows didn't have this color at all.
However, in just a moment, he smiled broadly, his eyes softened, and it seemed that the pain in his body had completely disappeared at that moment.
It was a joyful smile, like seeing a loved one.
He turned his head, looked around, and then fixed his gaze on the 2 o'clock position, which was the direction where Che Zaiqian and Qi Xiaojie were.
"Big Brother Wei!"
As soon as these words were spoken, a series of rapid and intense footsteps suddenly rang out, growing louder and louder.
LeBron and the car in front both looked in that direction at the same time.
Because it was nearing dusk, visibility in the woods was poor, and they only saw a graceful figure rapidly approaching.
In less than three seconds, his appearance and physique were fully revealed.
This person is about 1.8 meters tall, thin, and probably weighs less than 140 pounds.
The wind as he ran made his greasy, shoulder-length hair, which was tied up, swing wildly.
His face was as sharp and cold as if carved by a knife, with distinct lines and sunken cheekbones, exuding a chilling aura.
His eyes were deep and sharp, yet filled with murderous intent, and a black recurve bow hung around his neck.
The newcomer was none other than Tang Weiwei, who ranked sixth on the leaderboard.
In the blink of an eye, he rushed to within two meters of the car.
"Shibakseki ya!"
The car was in front, and a stick swung towards the person's head...
Tang Weiwei suddenly put her knees on the ground, bent over and dodged, sliding directly across the messy, withered grass.
But the distance was perfect; as he dodged the blow, it landed squarely on the back of the car in front of him.
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