noffsinger Chapter 222 The Loser in the Battle of Life and Death
Chapter 222 The Loser in the Battle of Life and Death
Just as he noticed, Su Ming heard the wind behind him move, and a cold object suddenly pressed against his back. It was a knife, the sharp blade pressed against his clothes, bringing a sense of oppression.
"You're too impatient, boy." A deep voice came from behind him, full of calmness and teasing. The voice carried a familiar chill, like a hunter's warning to his prey. Su Ming instantly realized he had fallen into his opponent's trap.
He forced himself to calm down, trying to control his breathing, his mind racing with countermeasures. The person behind him was clearly experienced, the blade firmly pressing against the vital part of his spine. A single stroke would end Su Ming's life. The chill tingled every nerve in his body.
"I didn't expect the organization would send you." The other party's voice was filled with contempt. "You are too young to deal with me."
Su Ming didn't respond. He knew any drastic reaction would only infuriate the other party. He had to remain silent and wait for the right opportunity. Meanwhile, his eyes were secretly searching for a possible escape route.
"It seems they don't have anyone better to choose," the man behind him continued, a hint of regret in his tone. "But I have to admit, your stealth skills are pretty good. I almost didn't notice you."
Su Ming remained motionless. He understood that the man behind him might be the high-ranking agent who had defected. His presence was calm, his movements extremely professional, revealing his vast experience and skill. Su Ming felt as if he were caught in an invisible psychological warfare, one in which the other party had already taken control.
The tension in the air was like a knife, slicing at Su Ming's sanity. He knew that the most important thing at this moment was to break the deadlock. However, Su Ming didn't rush to counterattack. Instead, he slowly loosened his grip on the gun, silently lowering it to the ground with a slight click. This subtle movement wasn't a sign of giving up, but rather an attempt to lower the other party's guard.
"Very good, indeed, smart." The other party's voice was full of praise. "Laying down your weapons is a wise choice."
Su Ming lowered his head slightly, a barely perceptible sneer playing on his lips. He turned his gaze to the ground, already forming a preliminary counterattack plan in his mind.
At that moment, the knife behind him suddenly moved slightly away, as if the opponent had relaxed their surveillance on him, believing that Su Ming was no longer a threat. At this moment, Su Ming suddenly raised his right hand and fell forward at an extremely fast speed. Using inertia to roll, he instantly dodged the fatal blow from the blade.
"You—" The opponent clearly hadn't expected Su Ming to react so quickly. Before he could finish his words, Su Ming had already leaped up, flipped over, and kicked the opponent's wrist. At that moment, the air was filled with the sound of rapid fighting.
The knife dropped to the ground with a crisp sound. Both men moved with lightning speed, and Su Ming, with his well-trained skills, locked the other's arm firmly. However, the other's reaction was also extremely fast. He struggled to break free, spun nimbly, and punched Su Ming in the face.
Su Ming dodged quickly, barely grazing the opponent's fist. The battle entered an extremely dangerous stage. Both men were looking for opportunities, knowing that a mistake on either side could mean a split-second difference between life and death.
"It seems you are stronger than I thought." The opponent said sarcastically while panting, with a hint of unexpected appreciation in his tone.
Su Ming didn't respond, his eyes stern, his breathing steady. He had already found his opponent's weakness—his shoulder had been injured in the previous fight, and his movements were slightly slow. This was an opportunity he had to seize.
Over the next few seconds, Su Ming launched a series of attacks, gradually causing his opponent to lose his balance. Finally, he swept his leg and slammed his opponent to the ground.
Su Ming immediately drew out his dagger, quickly subdued the opponent, and pressed the tip of the knife against his throat.
"Now, I win." He whispered, his tone without a trace of emotion. He looked at the other man, his face without any triumphant smugness, only calmness and vigilance.
The opponent's expression changed slightly, clearly not expecting Su Ming's counterattack to be so fierce. He panted and smiled, seemingly not too surprised by the outcome of this battle.
"Good, very good." The other party said calmly, his voice no longer filled with contempt. "You are indeed a worthy opponent."
Su Ming pinned the man down, the blade of his dagger pressed firmly against his throat, but he didn't relax in the slightest. Having experienced countless missions, he knew full well that this man was not one to give up easily.
The other party was panting, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a mocking smile. That smile seemed to say: Do you really think this battle is over?
Just as Su Ming was distracted, the man suddenly turned sideways, quickly grabbed a stone on the ground with his free hand, and smashed it hard against Su Ming's wrist. The sudden pain made Su Ming's hand tremble, and the dagger slightly missed the man's throat.
It was this moment of negligence!
The opponent reacted extremely quickly. He seized this brief opportunity and suddenly turned over. The knife flashed and went straight for Su Ming's face. Su Ming subconsciously took a step back, trying to avoid it, but the tip of the knife still grazed his cheek, leaving a deep wound.
Blood instantly gushed out, dripping down Su Ming's cheek. He felt a stinging pain, and the warmth of the blood instantly sharpened his consciousness. Su Ming knew that while the blow wasn't fatal, it was enough to make him feel the danger.
"Too slow, young man," the other party's deep voice rang out again, tinged with a hint of sneer. At this moment, the distance between Su Ming and him was rapidly widened. The other party quickly stood up and returned to combat mode, his eyes gleaming with a fierce murderous intent.
Su Ming's heartbeat quickened, but he remained unfazed. His mind rapidly replayed everything that had just happened, every detail, every movement. He realized that his opponent's experience and reaction speed far surpassed those of an average person. He couldn't afford to give him any more chances.
Quickly wiping the blood from his face with the back of his hand, Su Ming calmed himself, his gaze even calmer. He ignored the wound on his face, and had no time to feel the pain. He knew that this was a moment of psychological warfare between the two sides. Whoever showed the first hint of fear or hesitation would become the loser in this life-and-death struggle.
"You reacted well." The other party's tone was still relaxed, but the initial contempt was no longer in his eyes.
Su Ming didn't answer, merely slowly adjusting his breathing and calming himself. He leaned forward slightly, his legs slightly bent, ready to launch another attack. Despite the blood dripping from his face, his gaze was even more resolute than before.