Bang!

Before Yang Fei had finished speaking, Blood Slave sharply caught sight of Yang Fei's darting figure.

He fired first.

A sharp warning blared through Yang Fei's Turtle Extreme within his heart.

Yang Fei's body plummeted to the ground like lightning.

The bullet grazed his hair, and even curled the short strands with its heat.

Yang Fei cursed profanely and exerted all his strength to throw himself forward.

Halfway through, he suddenly somersaulted backward and hid behind a large tree.

His feint had deceived Blood Slave.

The next three sniper bullets from Blood Slave met with empty air.

Yang Fei, hidden behind the trunk of the large tree, felt all his body hair standing on end.

The feeling of extreme danger caused the operation of his Turtle Extreme to peak inside his body.

Only now did the full extent of Blood Slave's terror become evident.

He raised his gun and fired with deadly accuracy, never missing his mark.

Moreover, this King Sniper also possessed the ability to predict dangers accurately.

He could even sense in advance the trajectory and landing point of Yang Fei's bullets.

At the same time, October Guard soldiers had already reached effective shooting range.

The assault from these veteran soldiers was a harsh test for both Yang Fei and Blood Slave.

As if by agreement, Yang Fei and Blood Slave fired at the same time.

Bang bang bang!

The cluttered yet muffled sounds of sniper rifles rang out.

About ten of the closest October Guard soldiers had their heads blown off.

With the final bullet, both Yang Fei and Blood Slave turned their guns towards each other.

An alarm went off within Yang Fei, his Turtle Extreme warning him of the incoming danger.

He rolled through the air, narrowly avoiding Blood Slave's bullet by a hair's breadth.

But Blood Slave flashed behind a large tree, the bullet burying deep into it.

Cold sweat seeped out of Yang Fei's palms.

Up to now, he still hadn't spotted any mistakes made by Blood Slave.

He was like an exceedingly precise computer.

Running, firing, stealth—there were no flaws.

Even when he fired at the October Guard, targeting Yang Fei.

His movements were as smooth as flowing clouds and water, his attack rhythm perfectly unbroken.

Facing such an adversary was every sniper's nightmare!

Having suffered sniping, the October Guard soldiers were frightened into seeking cover to lie low.

Then, these old soldiers slowly crept closer to the two men.

This was an incredibly dangerous game.

The situation Yang Fei and Blood Slave found themselves in was akin to tightrope walking on an abyssal cliff.

On the side, someone repeatedly jabbed them with bayonets.

Of course, it was also the game of the strong.

Only in such conditions could one release tremendous energy and break through their limits.

All for the sake of survival.

In the Birch Forest, Yang Fei and Blood Slave began an unrelenting sniper duel once more.

After a new round of sniping, Yang Fei lay on the ground, inching his way towards the left.

Creak!

A broken branch betrayed his position.

Yang Fei's heart skipped a beat.

Almost the instant it snapped, like a Lobster, he sprang up violently.

Then, Yang Fei ran frantically through the jungle along an irregular route.

Bang bang bang!

Almost simultaneously, a burst of bullets followed the path of Yang Fei's run.

Some of them were a half-step behind, others took precise shots.

Some were deliberately off target, landing in front of Yang Fei.

If Yang Fei continued at his current pace,

those bullets would pierce into his Taiyang acupoint and blow open his skull.

The Turtle Extreme inside Yang Fei roared as it operated, sending him a series of commands.

These commands did not go through Yang Fei's brain.

It affected his motor neurons directly.

Simply put, Yang Fei wasn't looking at the bullets being fired anymore.

He was running for his life, dodging bullets purely based on his intuition.

Blood Slave simply couldn't believe his eyes.

He watched as Yang Fei, with his strange postures, hopped about the jungle like he was performing some shamanic dance.

Blood Slave really couldn't understand.

How was this guy dodging his bullets?

If their roles were reversed,

Blood Slave figured he definitely wouldn't be able to dodge this round of sniping.

Bang!

For just a moment, Blood Slave's concentration faltered.

Yang Fei immediately seized the opportunity to exploit his shooting vulnerability.

Turning around, he fired a bullet that screeched as it flew towards his opponent.

Blood Slave startled, pushed off forcefully, and lunged away from the tree he was using as cover.

He rolled, taking shelter behind a mound of earth.

At that moment, the second bullet fired by Yang Fei struck the mound in front of Blood Slave, blasting a hole through it.

Not far off, the October Guard was quickly closing in on both of them.

The duel in the jungle became even more intense.

At this point, both snipers were locked onto each other, their attacking rhythms equally rapid.

Whoever stopped,

Or ran either too slowly or too quickly, altering their evasive motions even slightly,

Would end up dead.

This was every sniper's worst fear.

One kind was being targeted in static sniping without knowing it, and being killed by a headshot.

The other was this type of dynamic sniping.

Both competitors were desperate, fleeing through the jungle, dodging and firing; neither dared to stop.

Moreover, their movements had to remain fluid and swift, without losing rhythm.

Whoever halted, would be mercilessly shot by the other.

Every large tree, every earthen pit, served as their cover.

And the instant after each evasion, was their chance to fire.

Yang Fei and Blood Slave seemed to be playing a deadly game called "guess wrong and you die".

The brains of both were like fully operating computers, calculating with precision.

Each other's shooting points, shooting rhythms, and dodging spots.

The timing of the next shot was all within the scope of their calculations.

Just one miscalculation, and one's head could be blown apart by the other.

This scenario was every sniper's nightmare.

And even in their worst nightmares, snipers didn't want to envision such a scene.

Yang Fei was not afraid of lying in wait.

He'd once lain still in the Nanyue Jungle for three days and nights to complete a sniping mission, like a stone.

He endured mosquito bites and poisonous snakes crawling into his clothes for naps.

Eating, drinking, and urinating, all broken down into innumerable, barely detectable tiny movements.

Before completing his sniping mission, Yang Fei's eyes were fixed only on the enemy.

He pretended he was just a piece of rotting wood.

This kind of camouflage didn't frighten Yang Fei.

But what he feared most was this unending, high-speed duel between snipers.

The high-velocity sniper bullets had a diameter of 12.7 millimeters.

One could imagine, such bullets could shred half of a person's body no matter where they hit.

In conventional warfare, thousands of shots might be fired to claim one life.

More often, the bullets simply provide suppression and inaccurate fire.

However, a sniper could take a life with just a single bullet.

You can imagine how physically and mentally grueling such intense movement duels are for snipers.

Yang Fei's Barrett Heavy Sniper weighed around eleven kilograms.

And Blood Slave's modified Heavy Sniper was also seven to eight kilograms.

Handling such hefty firearms in these lightning-fast sniping exchanges,

The amount of energy expended by the sniper is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

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