Chapter 80

As dawn approached, Li Shuangqiang and his group had not rested well all night.

Gunfire erupted from the direction of the distant mountains, but it wasn't the sound of the peasants' sand guns; it was the sound of machine guns.

Li Shuangqiang, who had hunted for many years and heard countless gunshots, had never heard such intense gunfire before. Was a war breaking out over there?

It seemed that the mountains were not peaceful. The hunters began to have second thoughts.

After a discussion, they decided to return at daybreak. Hunting for money was good, but this kind of poaching was illegal, and if caught, they would face imprisonment. Moreover, it was no longer safe here; it would be a bad deal to lose their lives.

As dawn broke, these people prepared to leave. Chen Jintai had gone out to use the toilet, and they were waiting for him to return.

At this moment, a short man appeared in the distance.

This man was dressed in a strange long robe with wide sleeves, had a small mustache, and carried a sword on his back.

Although this man seemed formidable, the hunters were not very concerned since he didn't have a gun.

"What are you doing here?" one of the hunters asked.

The short man walked over, touched his forehead, and said in a troubled tone, "Gentlemen, I'm lost in the mountains. Is there a river nearby?"

"There is one, about ten miles that way, but I advise you not to go there."

The man's tone was unnatural, and his speech was awkward, making him sound like a foreigner.

The short man moved a little closer, only a few meters away from the group, and asked again, "By the way, has a fat young Chinese man been here recently?"

Li Shuangqiang, somewhat alert, said, "Who are you? What do you want with him?"

"From what you say, I'm sure he has been here. Did he go that way?"

The short man pointed in the direction of the river.

Li Shuangqiang frowned, "You're not Chinese, are you? Are you a Japanese?"

This man's clothing resembled that of a Japanese samurai, and the sword on his back was also Japanese. Li Shuangqiang instinctively disliked the Japanese and spoke in a hostile tone.

The short man raised an eyebrow, "Chinese, your words have insulted me. If you apologize now, I might consider letting you die one second later."

"Damn! You really are a Japanese!"

"Japanese, get lost, or I'll shoot you."

Since they were in the mountains, the hunters' courage grew. If they killed someone here, it would be almost impossible to trace.

"Clang!"

A cold light flashed!

The short man suddenly rushed into the middle of the hunters, his long sword flashing, causing blood to spurt.

These hunters were just ordinary people and had never seen such swordsmanship. Moreover, with the Japanese man in their midst, it was inconvenient to fire their guns. They only saw a flash of white before they were plunged into eternal darkness.

"Bang!"

Li Shuangqiang's right hand, which held the gun, was severed first. The man from the mountains gritted his teeth and fired a shot with his left hand, causing a gash on the Japanese man's waist.

The Japanese man's body paused for a moment, then he turned and slashed without looking back.

The Japanese sword returned to its sheath, and the short man grimaced in pain, not expecting to be injured by a hunter from the mountains. "Damn Chinese, you actually injured me. I hope this doesn't affect my next mission. If someone else gets there first, this trip will have been for nothing."

The short man limped away into the mountains, needing to tend to his wound.

He had taken only a dozen steps when the hunters fell to the ground, some decapitated, others with their hearts pierced, all dying in a gruesome manner.

At this moment, Chen Jintai was trembling and hiding in the grass, not daring to breathe.

Only after the short man had gone far did Chen Jintai shakily take out his phone and send a message to Ding Ning: "They're all dead, be careful of the Japanese."

He was a shrewd man and believed that Ding Ning was not an ordinary person. If Ding Ning died, his message would be in vain, but if Ding Ning survived, he would remember this message, which might come in handy someday.

After sending the message, Chen Jintai ran back in a frenzy, vowing never to return here again.

*****

Sixteen small bottles were arranged in a row, following the sequence of the Qi-attracting array. This way, when the first bottle reached saturation, the second bottle would automatically fill up.

Ding Ning estimated that the free-floating ground fire was a rootless fire and would not be particularly intense. The sixteen bottles should be sufficient.

After arranging these items, Ding Ning covered the cave entrance to prevent others from disrupting the absorption of the ground fire. This place needed to be kept secret.

The helicopter was parked by the lake, and Ding Ning did not intend to let the two men live.

He had overheard their conversation and knew that the people chasing him were not just this group. Eliminating one group would make things easier.

The little fox still perched on Ding Ning's shoulder, looking like a red scarf from a distance.

Ding Ning carefully made his way to the nearest forest by the lake, observing the situation.

Through the helicopter's glass, he could barely see the men inside.

The wind was picking up in the mountains, causing the trees to sway and the lake to ripple.

It was daytime, and the men did not need thermal imaging to see their surroundings clearly.

The open terrain by the lake made it dangerous to approach rashly. After observing for a while, Ding Ning decided to make a frontal assault across the lake.

The nearest forest was less than fifty meters from the lake, and the turbulent waves provided a good opportunity for an attack.

Ding Ning took out a yellow paper and wrote a Divine Power Talisman.

The Divine Power Talisman could be used at the second level of Qi-attracting, similar to the Swift Travel Talisman. It greatly increased one's strength, as if a deity had possessed them.

After writing the talisman, Ding Ning's internal energy was nearly depleted, and he had no time to replenish it, so this attempt had to succeed.

He stuck the talisman to his body, and a powerful force surged through his limbs, like a starving man suddenly eating a full meal, making him feel incredibly strong.

Ding Ning had noticed a dead tree by the shore for a long time, and now it was the perfect tool.

He lifted the tree, which he usually couldn't even move, and, using the momentum from the slope, began running towards the lake.

Ron was busy with the Chinese man, preparing to launch another attack on Ding Ning.

The Chinese man was loading bullets into an AK-47 while keeping an eye on the surroundings. Suddenly, he saw a huge log rushing towards the lake!

"Ron! Look!"

Ron turned around and widened his eyes, "Damn, that guy has such strength? Why doesn't he go to the World's Strongest Man competition?"

"Never mind, open fire!"

The Chinese man opened the helicopter door and fired the AK-47 at the log.

Ron also raised his gun, and the two guns spewed fire, sending splinters flying from the log.

However, the log was too large, and the machine guns couldn't completely penetrate it. Ding Ning, using the log as a shield, quickly rushed into the lake, using the momentum to swim towards the other side.

The lake was not large, and it would take Ding Ning only two minutes to cross.

Ron and the Chinese man emptied their magazines and reloaded, firing at the log in the water.

But they soon realized that their efforts were futile. Without heavy weapons like a heavy machine gun or a rocket launcher, they couldn't penetrate the log.

"No! We can't let him get close. Start the helicopter and leave, damn it, I'm giving up this mission."

Ron, now frightened, urged the Chinese man to start the helicopter.

The Chinese man hurried to the pilot's seat and started the helicopter.

The rotor blades began to spin slowly, stirring up a mist of water and dust.

"Hurry up! He's getting closer!"

"Stop rushing, it's already fast!"

The Chinese man, annoyed, shouted as the helicopter finally lifted off the ground.

Helicopters were convenient, but their disadvantage was clear: they needed the rotor blades to spin fully before taking off, and even then, they had to rise gradually.

Ron fired his gun to stop the approaching log, but it was in vain. Ding Ning, carrying the log, rushed towards the helicopter on the water.

As Ding Ning approached, the helicopter had risen about three meters.

Ron's tension eased a bit, and he gave Ding Ning the middle finger, "Chinese, I'll be back, and next time you won't be so lucky."

Ding Ning's Divine Power Talisman was almost depleted, and he had no time left. Watching the helicopter rise, he took a deep breath, infused his body with energy, and strained every muscle.

"Foreigner, do you think you're Wile E. Coyote? This time, you won't be so lucky!"

His veins bulging, Ding Ning roared, "Die!"

With the combined power of the Divine Power Talisman and his internal energy, Ding Ning hurled the massive log with all his might, aiming it at the helicopter, which had just risen three meters.

The log flew through the air, unstoppable, even by God.

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