412: Chapter 411: Ancient Martial Artist!
412: Chapter 411: Ancient Martial Artist!
Dian Frey’s mount, the tiger, took advantage of the moment Ning Fan and Dian Frey were engaged in combat and charged out of the underground prison alone, pursuing Alei.
After following Alei to the surface, the tiger lay in ambush behind him, ready to deliver a deadly strike at any moment.
Finally, when Ayu’s support arrived, Alei’s tense nerves relaxed slightly, and it was at this opportunity that the tiger sensed its chance.
“Damn it!” Alei protected Ouyang Feifei’s head and fell to the ground.
The tiger’s sharp claws tore through Alei’s clothes, leaving behind a ghastly gash.
Alei’s complexion drastically changed as he rolled on the ground with Ouyang Feifei, creating some distance between them and the tiger.
In the sky, the helicopter circled, with Minigan’s powerful gunfire capable of tearing a person to shreds in the blink of an eye.
Facing the helicopter without heavy firepower or anti-material weapons, the prison guards could only endure a one-sided massacre from the overpowering gunfire.
Ayu, noticing Alei’s situation from above, immediately shouted, “Land quickly!”
The pilot maneuvered the helicopter to land in the prison courtyard while Ayu provided covering fire, simultaneously yelling, “Get on quickly!”
Hearing Ayu’s shout, Alei shook his head vigorously, then, holding Ouyang Feifei, sprinted toward the helicopter.
Soon, Alei arrived outside the helicopter with Ouyang Feifei, and at that moment, the tiger charged again.
“Take her and leave first, I’ll stay to back up Ning Fan!”
Alei lifted Ouyang Feifei onto the helicopter and then forcefully patted the cabin door.
Dian Frey’s tiger charged at this moment, quickly reaching Alei, who became entangled with the beast.
“Why aren’t you leaving yet!”
Alei shouted loudly, urging Ayu and the others to hurry away.
Ayu clenched his teeth; any further delay could trap them as well, so he had no choice but to command the pilot to take off.
The helicopter’s rotors spun rapidly, and the powerful airflow surged outward in all directions.
The helicopter, having ascended into the air again, circled over the prison once more, and the Minigan machine gun’s firepower rained down upon the prison again.
Bodies piled up on the prison walls, countless armored men supporting each other or climbing out from the heaps of corpses, with the prison guards suffering tremendous casualties.
In the courtyard, a terrifying bloodstain marred Alei’s neck, and he used brute force to pin the tiger beneath him, pressing its head to the ground.
Bang bang bang!
Alei’s fists pounded on the tiger’s head, almost knocking its face askew.
Not until Alei’s hands broke skin and started bleeding, his strength waning, did the tiger start to fight back, flipping over and pinning Alei beneath it.
“Roar!”
The tiger opened its massive, bloodied mouth, a fetid breeze hitting Alei’s face, its sharp teeth aiming for his neck.
Seeing the perilous situation, Alei quickly pressed down on the tiger’s mouth with his hand.
At a standoff, the tiger could bite through Alei’s neck at any moment.
“Die, big kitty!” A ruthless glint flashed in Alei’s eyes as he opened his mouth wide, about to bite down on the tiger’s neck.
“Roar!”
The tiger screamed in agony and immediately went into a frenzy as it struggled desperately to break free from A-Lei’s grip.
A-Lei’s teeth pierced the tiger’s neck like daggers, ripping off a chunk of flesh; his mouth was filled with crimson blood and the fur of the tiger.
“Ptui!”
A-Lei spat out a mouthful of blood but still, some blood flowed into his throat.
The blood of the beast also triggered A-Lei’s animalistic nature, his eyes turned blood-red, and bursting with amazing strength, he was nearly of the same size as the tiger he was atop.
Puchi puchi!
A-Lei bit the tiger’s neck over and over, tearing off chunks of flesh, until he eventually bit right through the neck.
Blood gushed from the tiger’s neck like a fountain, drenching A-Lei completely, turning him into a blood-soaked figure.
Bathed in blood, A-Lei’s wild nature took over completely, and he bit the tiger to death while it was still alive!
The tiger’s struggle subsided gradually, its breathing grew fainter, and as it lost more blood, its consciousness faded, until it no longer had the strength to struggle.
A-Lei won the fight against the beast, pushing the tiger, now weak and dying, off him.
Lying on the ground, A-Lei spat out blood, unknowing whether it was the tiger’s or his own; he couldn’t stand up, having already suffered severe injuries in the battle with the pack of wolves.
Now, after the brutal fight with the tiger, though victorious, A-Lei had used up his last bit of strength.
“Cough, cough, cough, it’s over…”
A-Lei closed his eyes and looked up at the sky, the prison guards thought he was already dead, too busy with their own affairs, trying their best to save others, without any time to attend to him.
Within the underground prison, two shadows collided continuously.
Ning Fan, holding the Silver Needle, crossed his hands in front of him and the next second, dozens of gleams shot out from in front of him, all deadly Silver Needles laced with venom.
Dian Frey, kneeling on one knee, saw Ning Fan shoot out Silver Needles and quickly dodged.
Two Silver Needles struck Dian Frey’s shoulder, his face paled as True Qi rapidly circulated within him, forcing the Silver Needles out of his body along with some black blood oozing from the wound.
“Is that all you’ve got, just these dirty tricks?” Dian Frey glared at Ning Fan, infuriated by the troublesome Silver Needles.
During their exchange, Ning Fan always used the Silver Needles for sneak attacks in the midst of combat, leaving Dian Frey in a constant state of apprehension.
Ning Fan looked at Dian Frey expressionlessly, raising his assessment of Dian Frey, who was indeed a martial artist with strength somewhere between the early to intermediate stage of the True Qi Realm, very powerful.
Below the level of the martial artist, Ning Fan could slaughter effortlessly, but facing one of the same True Qi Realm—albeit Ning Fan being at the peak stage—he would still need to exert significant effort to kill Dian Frey.
Seeing Ning Fan’s silence, Dian Frey’s face contorted, clutching his chest, showing a pained expression.
“Damn it, who exactly are you?!” Dian Frey asked Ning Fan with a fierce face, his right leg giving in, kneeling once again.
Ning Fan looked at him coldly, without answering Dian Frey’s question and readied himself for another kill.
Seeing the intent to kill flash in Ning Fan’s eyes, Dian Frey immediately stood up, prepared to counterattack.
“Damn it, this won’t do!”
Dian Frey glared at Ning Fan with hatred; continuing the fight would be extremely bad for him!
[I’ve been moving these past two days, quite busy, sigh, please understand, the updates will be made up for.]