Strongest Soldier King

Driven by a hunter's instinct, Luo Zheng knew he was being targeted by a fearsome individual, one he definitely couldn't handle, even with a Type 95 sniper rifle in hand. At best, he could only resist momentarily, but the outcome would be the same. Thus, Luo Zheng chose to run as far as he could. Displaying bravery at this moment would only lead to a quicker death, and Luo Zheng was not ready to die.

While running, Luo Zheng felt a faint pain in his lungs; it was as though they were about to explode, a result of insufficient cardiac output and brain hypoxia. But Luo Zheng dared not stop. Silently practicing the inherited Breathing Skill, Luo Zheng accidentally tripped over an exposed tree root. His body staggered, and in a panic, he widened his steps and managed to stabilize his forward-rushing figure. He dared not pause and continued running.

Vaguely, Luo Zheng, relying on his hunter's instinct, was certain that his opponent was not far behind, possibly delivering a fatal blow at any moment. Such a high-level expert definitely carried a Night Vision Device, while he had nothing, relying solely on his direct experience and familiarity with the jungle to run. Running in barely visible conditions certainly used more energy than his pursuer. This was not sustainable; he had to find a way.

However, the hypoxic brain could hardly calm down to devise an escape strategy. Luo Zheng gritted his teeth and kept running. Ahead was a slope. Luo Zheng felt a sharp pain at the back of his neck, which startled him, and he instinctively threw himself to the ground. A bullet hit a large tree in front of him, creating a bullet hole.

Luo Zheng saw that his opponent had caught up, which greatly alarmed him. Suddenly, an idea struck him. He pulled out a Mitsubishi military dagger from his backpack, threw the backpack to one side, and ran wildly in the other direction. He knew this tactic wouldn't confuse his pursuer for long, but he felt like he was about to collapse if he kept running this way.

The feeling of being chased in the dark was terrible, not knowing when you might be shot, not knowing where the enemy was hiding. This passive stance made Luo Zheng's scalp tingle almost to the point of breakdown. He remembered being chased by two wild wolves as a child and had a flash of inspiration. Since he didn't have a sniper rifle and couldn't counterattack using sniper methods, he would resort to hunting methods.

With this thought, Luo Zheng suddenly stopped. Looking around, he quickly made a plan. He drew his Army dagger and set up. Given the rushed preparation, Luo Zheng knew his chances of success were slim, but he had to try.

In the dense night forest, a tall soldier crouched in front of his pack for a moment, annoyed. He kicked the pack away and then returned on his path. Following the crushed leaves and twigs on the ground, he continued the chase. After a while, the soldier suddenly stopped. His stern eyes flashed mockingly, slowly squatting beside a large tree to closely observe the flat ground in front of him.

Soon, the soldier picked up a slightly thicker branch from the ground and threw it forward. It hit a thin vine hidden beneath the dry leaves, and suddenly a Black Shadow shot out at high speed, buzzing through the air and hitting a large tree opposite, smashing the bark. The Black Shadow fell to the ground; it was a stick.

The soldier snorted coldly, not even glancing at the stick, and moved on. After a few steps, the soldier stopped again. His icy eyes flashed ominously in the night, sparkling like frosty stars. He briefly scanned ahead, his gaze settling on a broken branch next to some shrubs. The soldier carefully bypassed it.

Circling past the thicket, the soldier looked at the dark forest. His icy face turned even colder, and his body emitted a depressive murderous aura, like a lion king underestimated, hiding a violent intent in his killing aura. He took a big step forward. When he passed a large tree, he kicked a stone that flew and hit a barely visible vine on the ground nearby.

The whistling of two roots shot out from the forest like sharp arrows, whizzing past the soldier who remained unharmed. All this was witnessed by Luo Zheng who was hiding not far away. His face drastically changed, and he immediately started running. The three successive traps he had painstakingly set up were easily dismantled by this man, who must be an extreme psychopath.

While running, Luo Zheng felt frustrated and infuriated. His sniping skills were inferior, and his hunting tricks were ineffective. What could he do? In his desperation, Luo Zheng realized running was his only option. He had no confidence in escaping, his mind screaming one word: run, run for his life as fast as he could.

Gradually, Luo Zheng's legs felt as if they were filled with lead, heavy and cumbersome. He was panting loudly, like a broken bellows, on the verge of fainting if he couldn't catch his next breath. His heart was pounding fiercely, his mind going blank. Luo Zheng knew he had reached the physical limits of his endurance.

"Who would have thought I'd die one day from being chased? Could this be unique in history?" Luo Zheng thought of Lan Xue. He hoped leading the enemy away would help her escape. However, he probably couldn't fulfill their two-year agreement, ultimately failing her kindness.

Luo Zheng suddenly stumbled, his feet faltering, and he went crashing into a tree. Almost at the same time, a gunshot sounded. A bullet roared into the night, disappearing without a trace. Luo Zheng broke out in a cold sweat, instantly snapped back to clarity. His back was drenched in sweat, and a surge of anger sprang from the bottom of his heart, restoring some of his energy as if invigorating his blood and clearing his mind.

"Can't beat you, but can't I outrun you? I'll run you to death," Luo Zheng thought viciously, resuming his run. He was completely unaware that his body had broken its own limits under the threat of death, moving swiftly as if wound up tight.

Soon, the pursuing soldier caught up, looking surprised at Luo Zheng's sudden acceleration. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he seemed like a provoked Tiger King, his anger rushing to his head. With his battle spirit raging, the mocking and ridicule disappeared from his face, replaced by a fierce intensity. Gritting his teeth, he accelerated to chase once more.

Luo Zheng didn't know what formidable figure he had provoked. He suddenly realized his mind was incredibly clear, breathing much smoother. Under the cultivation of the "Breathing Skill," his physical vitality was rapidly recovering. This astonishing sensation amazed Luo Zheng, but the thought of possibly saving his life improved his mood significantly, and unconsciously, his pace quickened.

Quickly, a large river appeared ahead, with a mountain peak on the diagonally opposite side. Jumping into the river might allow escape, but the wide surface of the river offered no guarantee he could swim directly across underwater. If his head surfaced, he would become an easy target. With the pursuer close behind, equipped with a Night Vision Device, there was nowhere to hide on the open river. Thinking this, Luo Zheng gritted his teeth and headed towards the mountain. In the presence of a true master, any trickery might lead to death.