181: Chapter 181: Once you agree, it's the beginning of falling into a trap!

Yaro felt her heart skip a beat when she heard this condition.

Someone who could say such a thing was either extremely confident in themselves or arrogant.

Was this Dragon Country man before her the former or the latter?

She raised her head, her gaze icy, locking fixedly onto Qin Feng's face.

Just win once?

That sounded like a huge joke.

But Qin Feng's eyes were terrifyingly calm.

There was no mockery in his eyes, no pity, only a pure calmness born of absolute self-confidence.

At this moment.

The flame that had originally extinguished in Yaro's heart was suddenly reignited with a "whoosh."

Die?

No, she could not die here.

She, Yaro.

She enlisted at eighteen. In six years, she climbed from a rookie to the position of Ace Sniper for the Yang Country military's top-tier "Snow Wolf" commando unit.

Six years, over two thousand days and nights.

The sweat she shed was more than the water she drank, and the scars on her body were more dazzling than any medal.

In the Atlas Mountains, she once spent seventy-two hours lurking alone with a single rifle, enduring fifty-degree heat to snipe three terrorist organization leaders.

Once in the jungles of the Western Continent, she and her spotter were surrounded by over a hundred rebels.

Relying solely on her superb marksmanship and jungle survival skills, she dragged out the battle, killing over thirty of the enemy, and finally waited for reinforcements to arrive.

Her combat record was enough to make any man ashamed.

Her pride was a glory carved into her bones.

She had never truly admired anyone, not even the monster-like instructors at the "Polaris" training camp.

In her view, they were just seniors who had been exposed to systematic training earlier than she had.

This Dragon Country man before her was indeed very strong, unfathomably so.

But that was because of a sneak attack!

If it were in an open area, give her a sniper rifle, and she had absolute confidence she could blow his head into a rotten watermelon from a thousand meters away!

Even in close-quarters combat, Yaro did not believe she would lose.

What she learned were the purest military combat arts, a mix of Krav Maga, wrestling, and Sanda Killing Techniques—every move was lethal, with no flashy tricks.

This man was too arrogant.

Arrogance was his greatest flaw.

The ice in Yaro's eyes gradually melted, replaced by a blazing fighting spirit.

"Fine."

She spoke, her voice slightly hoarse from dehydration, but exceptionally firm.

"I'll play with you."

"However, before the game starts," she raised her hands, which were tied behind her back, "don't prisoners also deserve the right to drink water?"

Lanna watched from the side, dumbfounded, having already cursed Qin Feng ten thousand times in her heart.

Dead scumbag! Stinky Chef!

Look at him, acting like a peacock spreading its tail, offering opportunities and playing games with a newly captured female prisoner!

Why!

This Yaro, her chest isn't as big as mine, her legs aren't as long as mine, and she doesn't look as good as me.

Is it just because this woman is wild enough?

"Hmph!"

The more Lanna thought about it, the angrier she got. She glared fiercely at Qin Feng, the sourness in her eyes palpable even across the campfire.

Qin Feng didn't pay any attention to Lanna's "death stare," just grinned at Yaro, showing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Of course."

He fiddled with his dagger and walked over.

"I do have conditions, though. If you lose, you must willingly become my pri... er, prisoner."

Yaro knew what he wanted to say. Although he covered it up well, she still despised him fiercely in her heart.

"Fine, I agree. As long as you keep your word, with the Dragon Country border as the finish line, if you can win, I will be your private property."

Yo! This chick knows how to play the game.

"It's a deal."

Qin Feng began to appreciate Yaro a bit; she was indeed a wild horse that was hard to tame.

The next second, he cut the rope on Yaro's hands.

Yaro smiled, a smile that was exceptionally cold.

The moment her wrists were free, Yaro immediately moved her numb joints. The feeling of blood circulating again invigorated her.

Qin Feng threw his water bottle over.

Yaro caught it, unscrewed the cap, and drank gulp after gulp.

"Gulp! Gulp!"

The cool liquid slid down her parched throat. The relief, like sweet rain after a long drought, made her almost moan out loud.

But she didn't.

All her focus was concentrated on the man opposite her.

She was calculating.

Calculating the distance, the angle, and every possible flaw that man might reveal.

He was standing with his back to her, bending over to poke the campfire, seemingly not paying any attention to her at all.

A good opportunity!

Yaro's heart rate began to accelerate, blood surged through her veins, and she had already simulated the entire set of movements to follow in her mind.

Later, when she handed the water bottle back to him, the moment he reached out to take it, she would use lightning-fast speed to clamp her left hand onto his wrist, catch his elbow joint with her right hand, and perform a standard shoulder throw to slam him hard onto the ground!

Then, she would pin his throat with her knee and let him taste what true despair was!

By then, who was whose prisoner would be hard to say!

Thinking of this, the corners of Yaro's mouth curled up uncontrollably, forming an icy arc.

She drank the remaining water in the bottle, stood up, and walked toward Qin Feng.

"Finished drinking." She handed the water bottle over.

Qin Feng turned around, his face still wearing that lazy, teeth-grindingly annoying smile.

He reached out to take the water bottle.

Now!

A cold light flashed in Yaro's eyes, and she moved!

Her left hand, like an iron pincer, precisely clamped onto Qin Feng's wrist.

At the same time, she exerted force with her right arm, her whole body lunging forward like a cheetah, preparing to complete that lethal shoulder throw!

Everything was exactly as she had anticipated!

However, the next second, the triumph on Yaro's face froze.

She grabbed nothing but air.

Qin Feng's wrist, like a slippery loach, escaped her grip at an incredible angle.

Not only that, the moment she lunged forward, Qin Feng didn't retreat but advanced, his body pressing close in a bizarre posture.

A warm palm took the opportunity to wrap around her waist.

"Your waist is quite slim, and your flexibility is not bad."

A mocking voice sounded, almost right against her ear.

Boom!

Yaro's mind went blank.

In all her life, let alone being held by the waist by a man, she hadn't even had her hand held by a member of the opposite sex.

When she was training at Polaris, those Bear Country soldiers who had improper thoughts about her were all beaten by her until they had to lie in the infirmary for half a month!

But now...

An unprecedented wave of shame and anger, like a volcanic eruption, instantly overwhelmed her reason.

"You're courting death!"

Yaro let out a roar, abandoning all grappling techniques, and twisted her body violently, her elbow, carrying a wind that tore through the air, slamming fiercely toward Qin Feng's temple!

This was a pure Killing Technique!

However, Qin Feng just tilted his head and easily dodged it.

At the same time, the hand wrapped around her waist pinched her restlessly.

"Not bad strength, but unfortunately, you can't hit me."

"Ahhhh!"

Yaro went completely crazy.