He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

In an instant, all the mercenaries came to the big tree.

They pointed their guns at the empty tree...

For a moment, all the mercenaries were stunned, with bewilderment on their faces and dullness in their eyes.

Chatu was also stunned and stood there motionless.

Just now... he clearly saw that person hiding behind the tree.

But why is there no one here now?
However, at this moment, Chatu only heard a sound as fast as the wind breaking through the air.

The next second, a bright sword appeared in front of the neck of a mercenary.

Immediately afterwards, a head flew into the sky, drew a beautiful arc, and then fell to the ground.

The headless corpse fell straight to the ground, and the blood gushing from the neck was spilled everywhere.

Chatu stared at the mercenary with wide eyes in astonishment. His neck was smooth and without any marks, but blood was spurting in the air. The head hung in the air and then slowly fell to the ground.

He was unable to detect where the sword light came from, and had no idea who was able to take the lives of his men under such circumstances.

"Boss! Be careful!"

Suddenly, the bearded mercenary turned around with his gun in hand, pointing the black muzzle directly at Chatu.

Chatu reacted quickly and squatted down immediately.

Bang bang bang!
Three gunshots rang out almost simultaneously.

Chatto felt several bullets passing over his head and heading straight behind him.

However, when he turned his head to check the situation behind him, a cold light suddenly flashed before his eyes.

Then, a figure quickly passed by, and another mercenary covered his neck. The gun in his hand fell to the ground weakly, his eyes widened, full of confusion and fear.

He didn't understand how things turned out like this.

Their mercenary group is one of the best in the mercenary world, and every member is very strong, including himself.

He used to be a member of the Eagle Sauce Navy SEALs, but today, he didn't even see the attacker's face. He only saw a flash of sword light, and then felt a chill on his neck.

Then he began to have difficulty breathing and his mind began to blur.

He could clearly feel that death was beckoning to him and that his life was about to come to an end.

But what he couldn't understand was how that person could be so fast?

How could he be killed in such a flash?

This...should be impossible.

But it was too late to say anything now. He widened his eyes and looked at the boss and the teammates beside him.

With a "thump", he fell straight to the ground, his eyes filled with reluctance, confusion, complexity and anger.

Then, the emotion in his eyes faded, and was soon replaced by dullness, completely losing its luster.

The mercenaries present saw this scene clearly, and the expressions on their faces were all lost and changed drastically.

At this moment, Chatu suddenly came to his senses and shouted, "Everyone, cheer up! This guy is not easy to deal with!"

Following his order, all the mercenaries instantly perked up, their nerves were stretched to the limit, their vigilance was at its highest point, their eyes fixed on the surroundings, waiting for that figure to appear.

At this time, less than five meters away from the group of mercenaries, behind a big rock, Zhang Beixing was panting, holding a long sword, his chest heaving violently.

Killing two mercenaries in such a short time was already the limit for him.

He roughly counted and found that there were twelve people in total, that is, twelve armed foreign criminals.

He only had a sword and was alone. It was already a very difficult task for him to kill another mercenary under the watchful eyes of the remaining eleven mercenaries.

What's more, he has to deal with the remaining eleven mercenaries next.

Things have developed to this point. He either has to kill all the mercenaries or be killed by them. There is no third way.

Therefore, Zhang Beixing is now in an extremely tense state.

It would definitely be impossible for him to kill the remaining eleven mercenaries based on his current level and sword-training skills.

He must... must find a way to break through the second level. Only by breaking through the second level can he fight against these eleven mercenaries and kill them.

He adjusted his breathing, hid behind a rock, and listened quietly to the footsteps around him and the sounds of the mercenaries approaching.

stomping on...

Da da da……

The sound of even footsteps and heavy breathing continued to reach Zhang Beixing's ears.

He could clearly hear the men moving closer to the boulder.

He couldn't... couldn't hide here any longer. He didn't have much time left, or even very little, maybe a minute, maybe half a minute, or even the next second...

In this limited time, he must make good use of every minute and every second.

Soon, Zhang Beixing adjusted his breathing, closed his eyes and made a brief mental adjustment.

Then, in less than five seconds, he suddenly opened his eyes, raised the sword in his hand, and looked ahead with sharp and cold eyes.

No matter what, let's use the sword to resist for a while.

He must find a way to survive.

Thinking of this, Zhang Beixing suddenly exerted force on his calves, stood up instantly, stepped on the big rock under his feet, and rushed towards the mercenary closest to him.

He only felt that the long sword carried extremely strong destructive power, and the airflow surrounded it again. An aura of destruction, cold-bloodedness, and suppression suddenly descended along with the chopped blow.

puff!
The long sword chopped down, and the mercenary stood there motionless, his body completely stiff like a statue, his eyes empty and filled with fear, he was unable to lift the gun in his hand and let it fall down.

After Zhang Beixing slashed once, he immediately put away the knife and stabbed at another mercenary.

"Mammoth!" Chatu shouted, his eyes bloodshot. He raised the black muzzle of the rifle in his hand and pointed it directly at Zhang Beixing's back, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang bang bang!
Da da da!
In an instant, not only Chatu fired, but the other mercenaries who reacted also fired.

But unlike Chatu, they were not driven by anger but by fear - a deep, indescribable, irresistible fear.

With that chopping blow, they seemed to see the coming of the god of death and felt an extremely strong sense of oppression. The unprecedented terrifying aura that never gave them the will to resist almost completely destroyed their hearts.

But at Chatu's loud shout, they subconsciously raised their guns and wanted to kill the man who brought them such terrifying pressure.

He... He is so terrible! He must... He must be killed!

Only by killing this man can they be truly safe and survive this battle.

This is their heartfelt thought and the truest thought in their hearts.

The sound of gunfire was so loud that it made everyone present feel a little psychedelic and unreal. The smell of gunpowder, gunpowder, and blood filled the entire space and kept entering the nostrils of everyone present.

Then, blood mists exploded in the direction they all shot, covering the scene and making it impossible for them to see the real situation.

They could only see a figure struggling and twisting in the blood mist. He did not fall down because of the bullets fired from all directions, and his body was holding on, always maintaining a strange posture.

But at this moment, whoosh—a breeze suddenly blew.

Chatu shuddered and subconsciously stopped pulling the trigger.

The other mercenaries also released their triggers at this moment and looked around with confusion, solemnity, or fear on their faces.

At that moment they all felt the difference in the wind and the bone-deep chill and fear contained in that wind.

It was as if they were facing a terrifying existence that could never be defeated and forever invincible.

And this wind is giving them a death notice.

In this brief moment, less than a second, suddenly a cold light flashed from nowhere.

The cold light was extremely fast, but it seemed like just a gas without any substance. In an instant, it flew past the white neck of a mercenary.

The next second, the mercenary still maintained his previous expression, looking at everyone with a puzzled look and a slight hesitation.

But just as he twisted his stiff neck to take a look at his teammates, he felt dizzy.

Finally, he saw the dense forest, the sky obscured by branches and leaves, and the surprised and frightened eyes of the team members around him.

And... the empty neck that had just lost its head and was still gushing blood.

……

Bang bang bang!
Da da da!
The faint sound of gunfire from deep within the jungle at the outskirts of the jungle made all the special forces soldiers' hearts tighten and their bodies tensed up.

"Old Zhou, there was a gunshot!" Li Liang's voice immediately came from Zhou Wen's Bluetooth headset.

Zhou Wen narrowed his eyes and without any hesitation raised his hand to signal the team members behind him to move forward in the direction where the gunshots came from.

At this critical moment, he pressed the Bluetooth headset and spoke in a steady and powerful voice: "Li Liang, we are rapidly approaching the location of the gunshots. The gunshots were undoubtedly made by mercenaries. They may have encountered some trouble."

So far, he has not been able to determine exactly what kind of difficulties the mercenaries encountered that led them to choose to fire warning shots.

Logically speaking, the thing they should be most afraid of is shooting, because that means exposing their position.

However, if it is truly a life-threatening emergency, then firing a gun is justifiable.

But in this remote place, what kind of thing, or who, could make a group of well-trained mercenaries feel their lives are threatened?

Even if they encounter ferocious beasts such as tigers and leopards, they may not easily open fire.

Thinking of this, Zhou Wen's mood became heavier, and his expression became unfathomable and full of deep meaning.

The breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness. In the dark and lightless forest, the atmosphere was so depressing that it made it difficult to breathe.

The mercenaries stood where they were, guns clenched, staring in horror at their fallen companions.

Their eyes were filled with confusion and horror, as if they had seen something incredible.

They were sure that they had not seen any human figures or anyone holding a sword just now.

It was as if an invisible force, perhaps gas or something indescribable, suddenly attacked the mercenary.

Then, he collapsed in front of them.

This is something that is completely incomprehensible to them.

Because it was neither a gun, nor some novel weapon, nor anything physical or visible.

Is that a gas?

It's probably... it really is just a gas.

Killing people with gas?
This is beyond their understanding and challenges their limits as human beings.

Gas...how could it possibly kill people?

Chatu held the gun, swallowed, looked at the dead mercenary warily, and then quickly looked around for possible threats.

The same goes for other mercenaries.

To them, Zhang Beixing is a huge threat, and only by getting rid of him can they survive.

If they were confident before, now everything has changed.

First, Zhang Beixing used a sword to cut off the head of a mercenary at an extremely fast speed, and then hid nearby.

Then he quickly reappeared and took the life of another mercenary.

Now he is using a mysterious... gas-like attack method.

Is this... really something humans can do?
This question popped up in the minds of all mercenaries.

Because it is really beyond their understanding.

At this moment, in the light mist in the dense forest, Zhang Beixing closed his eyes, holding a sword in one hand and the other hand behind his back.

He stood there quietly, expressionless, without any movement of any facial muscle, and without any frown.

He just stood there quietly, slowly sheathing his sword, and carefully feeling all the changes around him - breath, gas, footsteps, emotions... all changes.

Everything is under his control, and everything seems to be in the palm of his hand.

Then he gently raised his sword-holding hand and turned his neck slightly, as if searching for a target.

Then, he swung the sword forward gently.

In an instant, the surrounding fog seemed to be affected by some force, condensing instantly and then quickly dissipating, as if it was compressed to the extreme, and then exploded in an instant.

And there was not much change on the seemingly ordinary sword.

There was no gas surrounding the sword force, nor was there the scene of being engulfed, covered, and wrapped by the air flow as before.

Everything seemed so ordinary, and no one would have thought that this move would have any power.

It looked like even a three-year-old with a sword could catch it.

Because this sword looks too light.

However, earth-shaking changes were taking place inside Zhang Beixing's body.

His body seemed to have turned into a statue. There was no emergence of mysterious power, no condensation of strength, nothing. It was as if even the organs in his body no longer existed.

He closed his eyes and could not feel the existence of his body.

Zhang Beixing felt as if he had turned into a sword—a sword that was unique in the world and surpassed any other sword in the world. (End of this chapter)