57: Chapter 57: Textbook-Level Jungle Warfare? Sorry, I never read textbooks!

Deep in the jungle.

The chase begins!

Instructor Ma Zhe was like an enraged cheetah, moving with astonishing speed.

His tracking skills were textbook-perfect.

A faint footprint, a broken blade of grass, or a single drop of rainwater falling from a leaf—all could point him in the right direction.

The gun in his hand seemed to have eyes of its own.

"Bang!"

A bullet grazed Qin Feng's body and struck a tree in front of him, splashing a smear of paint.

This was a warning, as well as a form of psychological pressure.

Instructor Ma Zhe wanted to tell Qin Feng: "You can't escape."

"All your routes are within my predictions."

But he was wrong!

Qin Feng was not the kind of "rookie" he thought!

At this very moment.

He was sprinting wildly through the jungle, showing no signs of being scared at all.

Ten minutes later.

Qin Feng's stamina was nearly depleted, and the injury to his left arm severely affected his balance.

He knew that if he kept running like this, he would be caught within five minutes.

Running like this wasn't a solution; he had to do something!

As he passed a thicket, he suddenly slipped, "falling" into it with a dull thud.

"Opportunity!"

Instructor Ma Zhe's eyes lit up instantly.

With a tactical roll, he closed in on the thicket, preparing to deliver the final blow to the rookie.

However, the moment he approached the thicket,

the ground beneath his feet suddenly gave way!

It was a trap, meticulously camouflaged with leaves and loose dirt!

Instructor Ma Zhe was startled, but his reaction was inhumanly fast.

As he fell, he slammed his arms against the edge of the pit, engaged his core, and vaulted up like a wildcat, landing unscathed.

The pit wasn't deep, and the bottom only contained some blunt branches, incapable of causing any real damage.

But...

Instructor Ma Zhe's expression turned incredibly grim.

Because... he knew he had been tricked again!

The purpose of this trap was never to inflict damage, but to delay and humiliate him.

Qin Feng's cunning completely exceeded his expectations.

Sure enough, the moment he vaulted up,

"Whoosh!"

A branch, pulled taut by vines, whistled in from the side, with a large, wet lump of mud attached to it.

Instructor Ma Zhe instinctively tilted his head to dodge.

But the lump of mud plastered itself precisely onto the hand he was holding his gun with.

Sticky and slippery.

It severely affected his grip stability and shooting accuracy.

"Bastard!"

Instructor Ma Zhe roared.

Now he finally understood the purpose.

This kid had faked the fall just to use that opportunity to set up this chain trap.

And the way this trap was set... it was way too experienced!

The timing, the psychology, the use of materials—everything was spot on!

This was definitely not something a novice could do!

In the medical tent, Wei Kai and Shi Lei's mouths were open wide enough to fit an egg.

"This... this is fucking possible?"

Li Lang and Zhao Hu were so excited they jumped up, waving their arms and shouting, "Awesome—! Brother Feng is awesome!"

"Did you see that! That's what you call tactics! That is tactics!"

In the command center, an instructor couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"This trap... using visual deception and psychological prediction to force the opponent into an emergency reaction, then triggering a second attack at the moment of that reaction... the logic is so clear, and so dirty..."

But in Company Commander Zhou Hailong's eyes, there was a glimmer of excitement.

In the jungle, the balance of offense and defense quietly reversed at this moment.

Instructor Ma Zhe had to stop to clean the mud off his hand.

And Qin Feng used this precious time to disappear completely into the depths of the jungle.

This time, he didn't leave any obvious traces behind.

He wrapped his shoes with large leaves, walked on rocks and tree roots, and used the heavy rain to minimize all traces.

To be safe,

Qin Feng even walked backward to create a false direction of travel.

Counter-tracking!

When Instructor Ma Zhe finished cleaning the mud and resumed tracking, he found that he had lost him.

That rookie had vanished without a trace, like a drop of water into the ocean.

At this moment.

Instructor Ma Zhe's heart sank for the first time.

He knew he had made a fatal mistake.

He had been too complacent.

From the very beginning.

He had treated this as a game of cat and mouse, but failed to realize that this mouse was slowly, little by little, turning into a tiger.

He followed the messy tracks on the ground for a while, but found no sign of Qin Feng.

Only now did he finally realize the severity of the situation.

He suddenly stopped, backed against a large tree, and vigilantly observed his surroundings.

Now, it was Instructor Ma Zhe's turn to be on the defensive.

God knows from which direction or in what way Qin Feng would attack.

The rain gradually eased.

The light in the forest became a bit brighter, but the countless shadows of trees and swaying branches created even more natural visual blind spots.

Suddenly, a slight sound of a breaking branch came from the left rear.

Instructor Ma Zhe didn't even think; he spun around and fired a shot!

"Bang!"

The bullet missed; there was nothing there.

It was a trick—making a feint to the east while attacking in the west!

Instructor Ma Zhe cursed inwardly, immediately realizing he had been tricked again.

But the moment he turned, the corner of his eye caught something in the canopy above.

A black shadow, like a hunting python, swooped down silently!

It was Qin Feng!

He had actually climbed into the trees! He had launched an attack from his blind spot!

Instructor Ma Zhe's reaction was at its limit; he rolled on the ground, trying to dodge.

But he was still a step too slow.

Qin Feng descended from the sky, his knee smashing hard into his shoulder.

"Ugh!"

Instructor Ma Zhe let out a muffled grunt, stumbling as he was hit, and the gun in his hand flew out of his grasp.

Close-quarters combat!

Although Instructor Ma Zhe had lost the initiative, as a battle-hardened soldier, his close-quarters combat skills were ingrained in his bones.

He followed through with a sweeping leg kick, aiming for Qin Feng's lower body.

But Qin Feng seemed to have anticipated it, leaping up a step early to dodge the kick, while a cold glint flashed in his hand.

It was a training dagger!

The dagger thrust straight at Instructor Ma Zhe's throat!

The movement was ruthless, without a shred of hesitation!

Instructor Ma Zhe was shocked; he hadn't expected the rookie to take the initiative to attack.

And his skills were not weak at all.

In that split second just now,

he could even clearly feel the undisguised killing intent carried on the blade!

This kid was really daring enough to go for the kill!

Instructor Ma Zhe's eyes lit up; he leaned back tactically, the tip of the dagger grazing his Adam's apple, leaving a cold sensation.

The two instantly became locked in a brawl.

Fists and kicks flew, blade light flashed!

In the medical tent, everyone was stunned.

On the screen, it was no longer a sparring match between student and instructor.

It was two beasts engaged in the most primitive, bloodiest fight!

Wei Kai and Shi Lei were so shocked they couldn't speak, their faces pale, their bodies trembling involuntarily.

For the first time, they realized that everything Qin Feng had been playing with them all along was just child's play.

This was his true strength!

"His combat skills..."

In the command center, a combat instructor's expression was extremely grave.

"It's not the military combat fist we taught, nor any conventional combat style.

This is a kind of... technique solely for killing! Every move attacks the vital points of the human body!

This... who on earth taught him this?"

Company Commander Zhou Hailong didn't answer, his eyes fixed intently on the large screen, appearing exceptionally calm.

In reality, a massive storm was already raging within his heart.