Strongest Soldier King

The moonlight was cold as water, scattered across the barren wilderness. The night wind blew gently, bringing a hint of chill. The surroundings were silent; perhaps sensing the dangerous killing intent, even crickets and other insects dared not chirp. Behind a mound of earth, Luo Zheng lay quietly on the ground, frowning in thought, he listened intently with his ears, not missing any details. The enemy was too strong, and any underestimation was a ticket to death.

After waiting for a while, Luo Zheng couldn't detect any movement ahead. He looked around—a flat expanse with nothing to utilize. Luo Zheng grew suspicious, observing his surroundings with trepidation. Already five or six minutes had passed with no sound from the enemy, which made Luo Zheng even more tense. He couldn't help but take a deep breath; on the battlefield, when experts cross paths, it's often not about skill or luck, but about who loses composure first.

Luo Zheng began his family-inherited Breathing Skill, quickly entering a state of emptiness and clarity. His senses became more acute. In the vague air, Luo Zheng seemed to smell the scent of danger, prompting him to close his eyes and sense carefully—sniffing left and right, yearning to determine which direction the dangerous aura was stronger, and from where the enemy might approach.

After waiting for some time with no results, Luo Zheng dared not move recklessly. He pondered a bit and decided to take a gamble, cautiously crawling forward. He moved slowly and carefully, avoiding making any noise. After crawling about ten meters, he found a small pit ahead—a low-lying depression, to his delight, which he quickly slipped into, just filling the hollow.

Luo Zheng slowly peeked out to observe his surroundings. With the camouflage suit on, and his body perfectly filling and flattening the pit, he seemed to blend into the environment. This maneuver was extremely risky; the surroundings were open and flat with nowhere to hide. If discovered by the enemy, there would be nowhere to evade.

Fortunately, no one fired during his crawl. Estimating that the opponent hadn't detected him, Luo Zheng patiently waited, using his family-inherited Breathing Skill to regulate his breath, ensuring no trace of killing intent leaked out. Under the moonlight, a shadow suddenly appeared in the silent wilderness ahead and disappeared just as quickly.

Luo Zheng was startled inside, his breath almost losing rhythm. He quickly controlled his emotions, calming his agitated mood, fully immersing himself into the surrounding nature. His eyes slightly closed, he watched the place where the shadow appeared as if he had discovered nothing, patiently waiting.

The direction of the shadow's appearance caught Luo Zheng by surprise. It was actually from the side behind him. The opponent not only chose to attack but had maneuvered to his side-rear in such a short time—what terrifying skills, what a dreadful adversary. Faced with such an expert, Luo Zheng couldn't afford the slightest negligence, striving to control his emotions, imagining himself as a lifeless stone, allowing the surrounding wind to brush over him.

If hidden behind sturdy barricades, Luo Zheng wouldn't worry at all, but lying openly in the flat terrain—even though the pit helps hide his body—it couldn't fully cover him, especially his head, like a stone on the flat wilderness, with nowhere to hide. Once discovered, surely dead.

Luo Zheng placed himself in a death-defying situation with hopes of surviving; it was an extremely dangerous plan. Knowing the opponent surely had Night Vision Devices with thermal imaging capabilities, once he was detected, he was dead for sure. Luo Zheng was gambling with his life. Seeing the opponent attempting to circle up to the hill where he had hidden earlier, Luo Zheng wasn't sure if it was a deliberate feint or if he hadn't actually been discovered, but dared not move, gripping his sniper rifle tightly.

After a while, the shadow reappeared within vision, emerging as if from underground, rushing onto the flat hill with a tiger-like pounce to lie prone on the ground. Through his sniper scope, Luo Zheng clearly saw the opponent setting up a sniper rifle, searching towards the spot where he had hidden earlier.

Seeing this, Luo Zheng was instantly delighted, realizing the opponent hadn't noticed him crawling away. But he couldn't wait any longer; once the enemy realized no one was behind the hill, they would surely search around. With a sniper scope possessing thermal imaging, finding him on the open plain was nearly effortless.

This was the critical moment. Seizing the opportunity, Luo Zheng quickly aimed his sniper rifle, his eyes slightly closed as he looked through the sniper scope, tightly suppressing the impending burst of killing intent to prevent alerting the opponent. Experts like these possess incredibly sensitive instincts to danger, reacting to the slightest disturbance.

Luo Zheng noticed the opponent lift his head, perhaps realizing there was no one behind the hill and sensed danger. The face painted in thick black camouflage, a pair of distinct eyes flashed with surprise, but without panic, swiftly moved back behind his sniper scope, moving the gun to search for a target.

This is the moment. Luo Zheng's icy killing intent suddenly erupted, invisible like a volcano, fueled with endless hatred and determination to avenge Snow Leopard. His finger firmly squeezed the trigger.

"Whoosh!" The sniper bullet roared out, the muzzle flashing red as the shell ejected from the chamber, falling to the ground, emitting smoke. The bullet flew with a sharp scream, tearing through the night, almost like Death God sneering maliciously, ferociously charging at the target, enveloped by immense killing intent.

After shooting, Luo Zheng unhesitatingly prepared to press the trigger again. Through his sniper scope, he noticed the target seemed to sense danger, suddenly rolling sideways to dodge. However, the distance was only a little over 500 meters, a mere instant for a sniper bullet.

The target was originally prone on the ground; the bullet didn't hit the target's head. As the target rolled sideways, precisely turning the shoulder into a target, the sniper bullet unhesitatingly drilled into it, piercing the scapula above the shoulder, the bullet's force obstructed, causing it to spin irregularly at high speed.

The trajectory of the sniper bullet and the target nearly parallel; after entering the shoulder, its momentum slightly decreased, twisting into the body as if a high-speed rotating drill bit, damaging internal organs. Luo Zheng saw a blood arrow spurt from the opponent's shoulder, knowing he hit his mark, he didn't hesitate, firing the second shot.

"Whoosh!" The sniper bullet roared out again, its explosive sound seemingly collapsing the night sky as it drew a terrifying energy shock line under the moonlight, ruthlessly drilling into the opponent's head. The skull exploded, red and white matter splattered, and the body was hurled sideways by the impact, rolling a few times before lying still.

Luo Zheng grabbed his weapon and charged ahead, holding his sniper rifle at shoulder height, coolly observing the target, not daring to relax for a moment. After jogging a distance, seeing the opponent motionless with the head completely blown apart, knowing survival was impossible, he then breathed a sigh of relief, lowering the gun, the muzzle pointed down, swiftly running over.

The opponent had mysteriously ambushed Snow Leopard from a distance at night, and all of it tinged with mystery. Luo Zheng, without understanding the opponent's identity, couldn't be at ease. The thrill of successfully sniping the target was diluted by the mystery of the opponent's identity.