They slid backward across the ice, while Ye Hao promptly lifted his custom-made sniper rifle...

This sniper rifle is only a semi-finished product, lacking infrared, so its accuracy relies heavily on exceptional shooting skills; otherwise, its effective range is just a hundred meters.

Yet, in Ye Hao's hands, it is more agile than an M82A1; he doesn't even need to aim to pull the trigger.

"Bang!"

Ye Hao fired a shot in the approximate direction from which the previous shot came.

The target isn't within his surveillance range, so he can only shoot at the most likely high points.

Three successive shots were fired at the high points, but none hit the enemy, indicating the enemy was not one to shoot once and wait for a second shot.

After firing three shots, Ye Hao quickly dropped to the ground, using his legs to push hard against the solid ice layer, sliding his body into a hollow point sheltered by the ice.

Ye Hao spoke to several people not far behind him, "Stay put; do not move without my command. I'll go over first; keep an eye on my hand-held red flag for signals."

"Yes," said a few men, led by Wine Saint, nodding.

Only Dongfang Jiajia frowned at Ye Hao, wondering how Ye Hao planned to advance with an opponent sniper ready to lock onto the slightest movement. Surely, Ye Hao wouldn't be that foolish?

If he were that foolish, Team A's higher-ups wouldn't have sent him to lead the third group.

But what happened next shocked her, because Ye Hao's body moved swiftly across the icy terrain like he had no bones.

With the snow concealing him, his body drilled forward swiftly...

"What... what's happening." Dongfang Jiajia watched Ye Hao disappear within seconds, unable to see anything ahead.

"Such intriguing body technique, like a snake," Shuirou said enviously, gazing in the direction Ye Hao disappeared.

Though Wine Saint and the others also envied, they remained focused on Ye Hao's direction, worried about missing his flag signals, which could put Ye Hao in danger or signify he needed their attention.

Ye Hao's swiftness over the icy surface owes to the Mysterious Body Technique, though he hadn't anticipated such speed over the snow-covered ice.

"I wonder if this cultivation technique enables swimming under the ice," Ye Hao mused, amused.

Yet he didn't slow, moving swiftly towards where they had been sniped.

After covering over five hundred meters, the eighth-generation system located their adversary.

Ye Hao had been puzzled about the opponent's quick escape, but now understood; the opponent hadn't escaped quickly at all - he hadn't moved at all and was still lying in place.

His confidence stemmed from the meter-wide rubber block he held; Ye Hao even saw bullets from his semi-finished rifle embedded in it.

What is this? Is it similar to Celestial Silk? Ye Hao wondered.

Ye Hao referred to Celestial Silk as the material wrapped around the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms from Mount Song's Shaolin Temple, though Ye Hao hadn't used it.

Stowed away in the internal space, it had faded from his memory until now; otherwise, Ye Hao might have forgotten this impenetrable treasure in his possession.

Ye Hao didn't halt upon discovering the opponent, but circled around, surveying a kilometer area, without spotting anyone else.

After clarifying, Ye Hao acted; any delay might result in the opponent losing interest in watching Wine Saint and others.

Ye Hao's body abruptly emerged from beneath the snow.

The opponent was evidently Indian, dark hair and face, stubbled all over.

Even in combat, he hadn't removed the red cap on his head.

Ye Hao's sudden appearance startled the Indian, who quickly aimed his sniper rifle at Ye Hao; only, when he looked through the scope, Ye Hao was gone.

He stood up, panicked, attempting to locate Ye Hao, but Ye Hao had already been standing behind him for two seconds.

"Are you looking for me?" Ye Hao asked, holding a Desert Eagle to the Indian's head.

The Indian quickly fired his sniper rifle at Ye Hao.

He understood full well that in such battles on Thurston Island, if a teammate ended up alone or their stealth was countered, death was inevitable.

Hence, he planned to end both their lives in his final act.

Unfortunately, Ye Hao possessed National Martial Arts' sixth-stage peak skills, proficient in firearms and close combat, surpassing the Indian, so Ye Hao easily kicked him to the ground.

Though attempting to reach for the sniper rifle, Ye Hao's icy stare deterred him, forcing him to reluctantly glance at Ye Hao.

"Speak! Why are you sniping us, and what's your mission, and how much information do you have on extraterrestrial objects?" Ye Hao directly asked for the key information.

"I don't know," the Indian also possessed a sense of national pride, unlike a small country like Jiepeng.

"Heh, you'll find out," Ye Hao smiled, showing a dangerous grin.

"Humph!" The Indian grunted, though soon unable to utter another sound.

Because Ye Hao touched him here and there, causing his bones to crack audibly.

This was a Grapple Hand technique known as Bone Shattering Hand, enabling individuals to vividly feel their bones and tendons misaligned, a pain reaching deep into the soul and most tormenting.

"Ah!" The Indian ceased grunting, instead screaming, feeling his body no longer his, while his soul endured intense pain driving him nearly to fainting.

Ye Hao fetched a shoe-rubbing cloth from the space, stuffing it into the Indian's mouth, letting him continue suffering.

He waved a pentagram flag towards Dongfang Jiajia and the eight others.

The waving followed specific techniques, indicating advancement directions, retreat, or standing ground.

Seeing Ye Hao waving the flag, Wine Saint and others quickly gathered gear and moved towards Ye Hao's location.

They hadn't anticipated Ye Hao's swift subdual of the hidden opponent, contemplating their successful completion of this mission. Watching Wine Saint and others approaching, he ceased waving and crouched, observing the agonizing Indian with a smile, "Ready to talk?"

"I'll talk, I'll talk, please let me go, I'll talk, ahhh!" The Indian abandoned all dignity and composure under such pain, solely yearning for its cessation; even death seemed a blessing.

"Snap!"

Ye Hao set his bones back in place, his voice cold, "Don't lie; you'll discover true cruelty."

"No... not a lie..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets on Qidian.com; your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read on m.qidian.com.)

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