Chapter 81

No one knows how much inertia a large tree trunk has when it flies, but the helicopter is made of pure metal. Because it was too close to the ground, it was hit by Ding Ning with a tree trunk!

The seemingly sturdy metal shell now seemed as fragile as paper. The front of the tree trunk fiercely pierced through the aircraft's shell. Although no one was hit, the plane was destroyed.

The propeller spun weakly, and no matter how the Chinese man pushed the control stick, the plane still fell, emitting black smoke.

There was no spectacular explosion. The propeller spun a few times on the ground before finally stopping, and the plane flipped over.

Lao En and the Chinese man tumbled out, though their noses and faces were bruised and swollen. Although they did not want to face Ding Ning, they dared not stay in the plane, as that would mean certain death.

Ding Ning watched the plane crash and immediately approached the cabin.

The Chinese man was the first to run out, his face bloodied and streaming with blood, completely forgetting that Ding Ning was still outside.

Ding Ning had no pity for such a person. As soon as he showed his head, Ding Ning kicked him, hitting his chin.

"Crack!"

The sound of a broken neck echoed. The Chinese man, who had only just poked his head out, was killed by Ding Ning's kick. His head drooped, and his body was still half in the cabin.

The door to the cockpit and the rear door were not on the same side. Ding Ning killed the Chinese man on this side, and Lao En immediately seized the opportunity to jump out from the other side.

He picked up his AK and ran towards the lake.

He wanted to reach an open area so he could use the long-range power of his weapon against Ding Ning.

After running just a few steps, a gust of wind came from behind. Lao En screamed and turned around, firing his AK wildly.

But there was no one behind him. Just as Lao En was surprised, his vision suddenly went dark!

A red shadow flashed before his eyes, and the little raccoon's sharp claws gouged out both of his eyes!

Blood splattered, and Lao En screamed in agony.

"Ah!!! I'll kill you!"

The AK sprayed bullets wildly, but without aim.

The little raccoon struck successfully, and while the other's gun was firing wildly, Ding Ning quickly moved in, reaching Lao En in a few steps.

A high kick struck Lao En's cheek.

A 360-degree spin, and Lao En's head was kicked around, his eyes now bloody holes, his neck twisted in a grotesque manner.

"Assassin... hmpf!"

Another side kick sent Lao En's body flying high, landing directly in the lake.

Blood flowed, and the lake turned red.

Ding Ning calmly watched Lao En's body sink, confirming his death before throwing the Chinese man's body into the lake as well.

"Phew! Finally done. These modern weapons are really troublesome."

Ding Ning disliked firearms, so he threw all the guns away and climbed into the helicopter.

The plane was severely damaged, with a large tree trunk still embedded in one side, rendering it incapable of flying.

After searching the plane, Ding Ning found some canned food and drinking water.

He had almost run out of the food he brought, so this was a good time to replenish.

Opening a can, he started eating with mineral water on the plane.

"Sardines from North America, not bad. Little Raccoon, come and try some. Foreign fish, you've never had it before."

Ding Ning and the little raccoon ate the foreign canned food, and Ding Ning kept criticizing it, though his mouth didn't stop. The food had been poor for the past two days.

At this moment, a walkie-talkie in the plane started to ring.

"Ron, Ron, do you read me?"

Ding Ning picked up the walkie-talkie. The foreigner seemed to be called Ron. Who was contacting him?

Pinching his voice, Ding Ning recalled some English and said, "Go ahead."

"Oh, you finally answered, Ron. How's the mission going? Why isn't the satellite camera on?"

"Who are you?" Ding Ning asked again.

"I'm George... Wait, you're not Ron, who are you?"

"Listen, those people are all gone to hell. You bastard, I'll find you one day, and I'll cut your throat. FUCK!"

Ding Ning cursed in Chinese, using a British swear word, then threw the walkie-talkie to the ground and crushed it with his foot.

"A batch is dealt with. I wonder when the other two batches of assassins will arrive. I can't stay in this helicopter. If they have heavy weapons, it's over."

Ding Ning packed all the food into a bag and got off the helicopter.

"Hmm... someone...?"

Ding Ning walked a few steps and suddenly stopped, looking around in confusion.

For a moment, it felt like someone was watching him, but after a thorough search, he found nothing.

This feeling made Ding Ning uneasy. He had just dealt with Ron and his group, so who else could be around?

Just as he was puzzled, the little raccoon on his shoulder suddenly bristled and growled at a bush.

Ding Ning followed the raccoon's gaze and saw the tiger lying in the bush.

"Oh, it's this guy."

Ding Ning sighed in relief. The tiger had killed its parents, so the little raccoon was hostile towards it.

However, Ding Ning did not intend to avenge the raccoon's parents. Nature's survival of the fittest, he did not want to interfere.

After calming the little raccoon, Ding Ning headed for the cave.

After he left, a figure emerged from behind a distant tree.

It was the Japanese man, but he did not dare to look at Ding Ning's back. His hand was on the hilt of his sword, and he was full of shock.

"This target has a strong sixth sense, able to detect my presence. If I hadn't hidden well, I would have been discovered. But this is best, otherwise it would be too boring."

*****

Night had fallen, and it was now mid-September. The summer heat was gradually fading, and the mountain air was cold and clear.

Ding Ning sat cross-legged outside the cave, the full moon high in the sky, and the tree branches swaying in the wind, casting shadows that seemed to stretch and dance.

The moonlight shone on Ding Ning, and he was practicing his cultivation.

Cultivators not only absorb the essence of heaven and earth but also the essence of the sun and moon. The clean air in the mountains was an ideal place for cultivation.

The moonlight bathed Ding Ning, casting a silver glow.

At this moment, Ding Ning seemed to merge with the universe, becoming a part of nature. Despite his slightly plump figure, he was in perfect harmony, a sight that one would not want to disrupt.

After completing one cycle of his cultivation, Ding Ning exhaled deeply.

A thread of primordial energy, tangible and emitting a silver glow, condensed in his mouth and extended three feet before dissipating.

This time, absorbing the moon's essence, Ding Ning's cultivation advanced further, reaching the peak of the second level of Qi Induction. A few more sessions, and he would enter the middle stage of the second level.

"Since you're here, why hide? Do you think you can hide forever?"

Ding Ning calmed his mind, his gaze fixed on a tree ahead, and spoke slowly.

"How did you detect me?"

The small Japanese man, surprised, stepped out from behind the tree, looking at Ding Ning as if he were a monster. Ding Ning's cultivation had given him a great shock.

"You have some skills, using the trees to mask your presence. But before you came, you killed people, more than one, and the killing aura was evident. You also have injuries, and the smell of blood cannot be hidden. You were the one watching me during the day."

"You are amazing. Can I know what you are doing?" The Japanese man's eyes revealed an unhidden desire, the desire to become stronger.

"I can tell you, but first, who did you kill?"

"A few Chinese hunters." The Japanese man said without concern.

Ding Ning's heart stirred. In this deep forest, the people he killed were likely Li Shuangqiang and his group.

"Since that's the case, you don't need to leave." Ding Ning raised his eyes, his gaze firmly locking onto the small Japanese man.

"Whether I leave or not is not your decision. You haven't told me what you are doing yet."

"Doing what your ancestors wanted to learn but couldn't!"

Ding Ning shouted, his voice echoing in the mountains, startling the night birds into flight, casting shadows.

The Japanese man was extremely cautious of Ding Ning. Seeing him suddenly attack, he swung his long sword and threw something to the ground, a puff of green smoke rising. He shouted, "Escape!"

After the green smoke, the Japanese man had disappeared from the spot.

Ding Ning's eyes opened, and he sneered, "Little Japanese, playing tricks in front of a true god, you're still too young!"

Over the past few days, the power of his left eye had gradually recovered. Although his vision was not as impaired as when he first awakened his ability, he could still use it.

This little Japanese man was likely a ninja, using various props to perform fake escape techniques. Ding Ning was confident he could find him, but he didn't want to go through the trouble.

Closing his right eye, he opened his left eye, activating his ability.

Ten meters to the left front, the small Japanese man was hidden under a black cloak, tightly pressed to the ground, using the terrain's depressions to blend in, almost becoming one with the earth.

The cloak even masked his scent, making it difficult for Ding Ning to see him, but under his left eye, all his information was revealed.

"Kazuo Akita, 25 years old, good fortune in youth, good fortune in young adulthood..."

"Kazuo, you won't have a middle age!"

Ding Ning muttered to himself, pretending not to see him, slowly walking to his side, looking elsewhere.

Kazuo Akita pressed himself to the ground, trying to suppress his killing intent, waiting for Ding Ning to pass within a meter, at which point he would strike.

He had once dug a pit in the desert and waited for three days and nights to kill a drug lord. He was confident in his escape skills.

Ding Ning walked about 1.5 meters from Kazuo, seemingly about to turn in another direction. Just as Kazuo was anxious, the fat man suddenly jumped over and, before he could react, stomped hard on his lower back!