These eight individuals, no matter what they look like, even a blind person could tell that these people are not ones ordinary folks can handle!

"Mr. Ye, if it really doesn't work out, you all should just leave first. We are already very grateful for what you've done for us," said the woman who lost her child first.

Upon hearing the news of Carillo's death, she was most grateful to Ye Qiu and others.

"Mr. Ye, you all should go," Ouyang Yue also shouted.

"Mr. Ye, go quickly..."

Ye Qiu didn't speak, coldly staring at the eight people opposite, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense!

"Heh, want to leave? That's not gonna happen. Our general has ordered it: the three Chinese devils, you are targets to be killed!" The man in a white military uniform lit a cigarette and laughed coldly.

"Chinese devils? I'll make sure you truly become ghosts!" Another blue-eyed young man, playing with a knife, also had a sinister smile, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Haha, it's been a long time since I've used my ass to sit on someone to death, finally got the chance today." The sumo wrestler laughed recklessly, his loud voice almost deafening the ears of those in the convoy.

The elite soldiers nearby saw this scene and did not rush forward, instead gathering around fifty meters away, waiting for their eight leaders to battle.

They knew that a battle with the Eight Great Vajra would cover a wide area, so it was better to keep a distance.

"What do you think, how long will it take for the leaders this time?"

"I estimate that at most a minute, those short Chinese devils will completely collapse."

"One minute? You are overestimating those three Chinese devils. Our eight captains once defeated an enemy division with just eight of us.

Across the whole of Africa, there are almost no opponents to be found!"

Though all the elite soldiers were quite skilled, their reverence for these eight was not just lip service. Their status was earned by real strength.

Ouyang Yue had already clenched her hand by the side, her hand trembling not out of fear of dying herself but worrying for Ye Qiu and the others. She knew no matter how she persuaded them, Ye Qiu and the others would never leave.

"I really don't understand why the general sent us on such a boring mission..." The man in a white military uniform took a deep drag on his cigarette, then calmly tossed it to the ground and stomped it out.

"Quick battle, let's finish this quickly, guys!" The entire body of the man in white flew high up, charging at Ye Qiu like a cannonball.

His speed was so fast that it was almost unseeable.

As his body flew, it even carried a faint sound of the wind.

In a blink of an eye, he was in front of Ye Qiu.

A punch was thrown!

With a ripping sound, as if clothes were being torn apart.

Countless dust flew up, blocking everyone's sight.

Everyone kept their eyes fixed on the battle, fearing to miss the most thrilling moments. You should know that in such battles, the visual effects might even surpass those of Hollywood blockbusters.

However, the strange thing is—

The battleground suddenly became peaceful, without continuous fighting sounds, shouting, or even a single scream!

It was as if the two people in the dust were both quietly motionless.

Finally, as the dust settled, everyone saw a figure standing proudly in the midst of it. He was wearing simple jeans paired with a white T-shirt dusted with dirt; it was Ye Qiu!

And the other person?

Gone!

Only patches of blood on the ground, along with some torn cloth strips, could be seen!

"So much talk for nothing!" Ye Qiu lightly said these few words.

The sound of these four words wasn't loud, but because the scene was absolutely quiet, even people fifty meters away could hear them.

"What?!"

Everyone in the field was utterly shocked, especially the other seven of the Eight Great Vajra, each displaying an expression of terror.

The White-clothed War God, of the Eight Great Vajra, was unexpectedly blown to pieces with a single punch, leaving no corpse!

Wow!

Ye Qiu's simple words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up countless ripples.

"What, am I dreaming? The White-clothed War God is actually dead!"

"The one whose body is as strong as metal, who couldn't be killed by guns, was blown to pieces by someone with a single punch."

"That Chinese devil, so terrifying!"

Among the soldiers, they all had this thought emerge, each with a face full of shock. They never imagined that the White-clothed War God would die in such an extremely exaggerated manner, impacting their vision!

"Mr. Ye, so impressive!"

In the convoy, everyone was also dumbfounded. They originally thought Ye Qiu might not be a match for these people, considering the other side's displayed strength was truly astonishing.

However, after Ye Qiu crushed that white military officer, they only realized that Mr. Ye's strength was so terrifying!

"Where did I get the guts to confront him a few days ago?" Qin Hao, seeing this scene, was nearly shaking all over, caused by the fear that arose in his heart.

"Mr. Ye?" Ouyang Yue was similarly dumbfounded, unable to speak for quite a while, yet her eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

"Zhentian, Miao Mountain, get ready to move!" Ye Qiu coldly looked at the seven people in front of him, as well as the thousand or so people behind them, solemnly speaking to the two behind him.

Huang Zhentian and Miao Mountain, each gripping a broadsword, laughed boldly at the same time, "King, we were just waiting for your word!"

Whiz!

Whiz!

The three of them charged at the seven people like tigers descending the mountain.

Crack!

Ah!

...

Amidst the sounds of cracking bones and continuous screams, the seven people who originally seemed mighty were instantly slaughtered by the three, leaving none alive.

Little knife youth was brutally beheaded by Huang Zhentian, the sumo wrestler who intended to trap Miao Mountain's sword with his rear was unexpectedly split in two by Miao Mountain's blade, with blood spraying high.

The remaining five Vajra were punched to death by Ye Qiu; the other two who tried to run had their skulls crushed by stones he kicked out.

The Seven Vajra were utterly wiped out within ten seconds.

This scene terrified nearly a thousand people behind them.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Before those elites could react, Ye Qiu led the three charging straight into the ranks.

Wherever they passed, blood flowed like rivers, soldiers fell in swaths, severed limbs left a field, blood nearly formed streams, and corpses piled up like mountains!

The three of them, each with a blade, charged in and out seven times; the originally dense troops suffered immense casualties.

A small group left was already fleeing in panic, while so-called elite troops were so scared they lost control, pissing and shitting themselves, unable to move, only able to kneel in begging for mercy.

However, the three showed no mercy to these people, for they carried unknown blood debts on their bodies.

Pitying the enemy was not the style of the three.

Kill!

Finally, after minutes, only Ye Qiu and the other two remained standing on the field, with all the elite soldiers turned into cold corpses.

"Oh my gosh! What have I witnessed, this is a massacre, an unbelievable massacre! The Chinese soldiers are too incredible."

In the convoy, there were also quite a few foreign survivors, their emotions at that moment couldn't be encapsulated with mere excitement.

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