If we just delay a little longer, Horford will be here soon.
"hey-hey."
Kuito forced an ugly and bleak smile at Ye Feng.
Prolonged bleeding caused his face to turn pale and his consciousness to become blurred.
"Brother Ye Feng, Horford is always targeting me."
"That way, I can show you the way. After you take down Horford, you can let me join your team."
Upon hearing this, Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, paused for two seconds, and was clearly taken aback by what he heard.
However, he then revealed a cold smile.
"Hmph, if I let you join, I probably wouldn't even know when I'm going to die."
Tell me, what would I do with Brother Ni, who is seriously injured and could turn against me at any moment?
Your leg is broken now, and you still say you'll help me kill Horford?
"No need to stall for time. Considering you've provided me with a lot of information, I'll leave you with a complete corpse."
Kuito's expression froze; he had anticipated this outcome.
However, he was not going to let himself be slaughtered, and seeing that there was no way to turn things around.
He hurriedly and laboriously sat up, quickly pulling a dagger from his waist. Even if he was going to die, he had to fight to the death.
Ye Feng did not stop him, but instead revealed a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
With a roar, Krato thrust his blade towards Ye Feng's stomach.
Instead of dodging, Ye Feng went straight to meet him.
"Thump..."
The knife tip pierced his stomach precisely, producing a faint, muffled sound, similar to striking wood.
However, the expected scene of blood flowing did not occur at all.
Kuito's face, which was about to break into a smile, suddenly turned terrified.
He felt as if he had struck a hard piece of wood; he knew his clothes had been pierced. But...
No matter how hard he tried, the dagger could not move forward.
"You! You..."
He stared at Ye Feng with a blank and fearful look, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time, his mind filled with question marks.
This is a double-edged dagger that can even pierce wild boar hide, how could it not hurt the skin?
He tried to stab again, but Ye Feng had already gripped his wrist tightly.
"Don't you know that we Chinese have to practice kung fu from a young age?"
"effort?"
Kuito's eyes cleared up considerably; he seemed to understand that China was indeed the birthplace of kung fu.
But... does such a skill really exist?
In an instant, he suddenly recalled scenes he had seen on television before.
Several bald men claiming to be from the Shaolin Temple in China attempted to stab someone in the throat with a sharp silver spearhead on the talent show stage, but the spear broke.
"You...you practice...the Golden Bell Cover, or the Iron Shirt?"
Kuito's voice trembled, deeply shocked by this mysterious power.
Ye Feng really wanted to laugh, but since he had already put on a show, he naturally had to finish it.
"Wow, you know quite a lot. It's a bit of a coincidence, I practice both."
After saying that, he immediately released Kuito's wrist, quickly took a step back, and after a brief moment of gathering his strength, kicked Kuito hard in the chest.
The two of them were already right next to the pit, and the force of the kick sent him flying into it.
"puff…"
A sound of vomiting blood rang out from the pit as seven or eight sharp spikes pierced through Krato's back, instantly penetrating his body.
Blood bubbles oozed from his mouth and nose, flowing down the corners of his mouth, and his voice became faint and hoarse.
Even on his deathbed, he was still muttering to himself:
"Golden Bell Shield, Iron... Iron Cloth... Shirt. *Pfft*..."
After spitting out another mouthful of blood, his head lolled to the side, and he appeared to have lost his life.
Those unclosed eyes still held obvious resentment and confusion.
Perhaps in his mind, if Ye Feng hadn't possessed martial arts skills, he would have successfully launched a sneak attack.
Unexpectedly, Ye Feng only wanted to test the scale armor he was wearing to see how effective it was at defending against blades.
"You'll never learn kung fu. In your next life, you'd better use your brain more."
Ye Feng quickly used his walking stick to knock down several sharp spikes in the pit, and then jumped down.
After bringing up Kuito's body, they began to pull out the spikes.
He was digging his own trap, and since the spikes were so sharp, Horford thoughtfully coated them with poison.
There's no reason not to take advantage of it.
He knew that Horford and the others would be arriving soon.
Having gone to such great lengths to set up these traps, it's impossible to leave Krato to watch over them alone.
He was still very afraid of this Navy SEAL.
Even with a composite bow and scale armor, he would be no match for this person if he were caught.
What's more, the other side had six people.
He quickly collected all the spikes and tied them up.
Then he took off the backpack from Krato's body.
Just as I was about to take off my clothes, I heard some plants rustling in the vegetation dozens of meters away.
It's obvious that someone has arrived.
And who else could be arriving at this time besides Horford and his group?
Ye Feng immediately picked up his backpack, as the terrain here was quite spacious.
Without the tall vegetation to shield him, his back would definitely be spotted.
He was carrying quite a lot of things, and if the other side chased after him, he wasn't confident he could escape.
"Running now is definitely too late. Perhaps..."
Without hesitation, he grabbed his backpack and hat, cleared his footprints from the grass, and darted into the vegetation behind him.
Returning to the ambush position, setting up the bow and arrows, and retreating as quietly as possible.
Before long, the sound of stirring the plants grew louder and louder, and the human voice gradually became clearer.
Ye Feng lay prone on the ground, gently shifting his body backward...
He could hear clearly that the other person was speaking English, and there was a constant series of "fucks".
Ye Feng slowly parted the crack in the air, heading towards the source of the sound.
There were about six men in front of me.
Through gaps in the vegetation, he could vaguely see four black men and two white men.
They all seemed to be carrying wooden bows.
The two were less than 20 meters apart at the moment, and their facial features were not very clear. They could only be judged by their skin color and movement trajectory.
But in order to confirm his identity, Ye Feng took out his binoculars and looked at him carefully for a while.
The leader was a tall, strong black man with a bald head and his left little finger wrapped in gauze.
He had a jet-black recurve bow slung across his shoulder.
He has a scar about ten centimeters long on his left cheek, which, judging from its shape, is clearly caused by a knife wound.
This person is none other than Horford George, who ranks third on the list.
"Damn it, you actually brought so many people with you. How afraid of death are you?"
Ye Feng cursed under his breath. If there were only two or three people, he would definitely choose to launch a sneak attack.
After killing someone, run away; the chances of success are very high.
But now there are six people. Even if Horford is shot dead, his position will be immediately exposed. In the end, he will most likely be killed by the remaining five.
After all, there are four soldiers in this team, whose physical fitness and other aspects are much better than his.
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