25: Chapter 25 Two-Front Operation! Rifle Sniping Shocks the Entire Scene!

Just as Zhao Wuji had drawn his pistol halfway, Su Han's pupils suddenly constricted.

"Bang!"

The moment the gunshot exploded, Su Han's body had already reacted—his right shoulder dipped, and he rolled to the left as if pulled by an invisible rope.

The bullet whistled past his camouflage uniform, blasting wood chips from the tree trunk behind him.

"How is that possible?!" Zhao Wuji's eyes widened, his finger instinctively pulling the trigger repeatedly.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three bullets formed a triangular pattern, blocking all of Su Han's paths of retreat.

But what horrified Zhao Wuji even more was that Su Han's body seemed able to predict the trajectories—he dodged the first bullet with a backward Iron Bridge maneuver;

the second bullet flew past the dust kicked up by his roll;

and the third bullet was left behind by his bizarre serpentine movement.

"Damn it!" Zhao Wuji cursed as he retreated, aiming his pistol once more.

But this time, Su Han didn't give him the chance to fire.

"Whoosh—"

A green figure pounced like a cheetah.

Zhao Wuji felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and the pistol flew out of his hand.

He looked up in terror, meeting Su Han's terrifyingly calm eyes.

"You—"

Before Zhao Wuji's threat could leave his mouth, Su Han's right leg whipped out.

If this kick connected solidly, it would be enough to make him lose his combat effectiveness on the spot.

However, at this critical moment, the hairs on the back of Su Han's neck suddenly stood on end!

The crisis instinct forged through countless life-and-death situations in his past life screamed a warning.

Without hesitation, he abandoned the attack, twisting his body mid-air and throwing himself into a desperate side roll toward a crevice in the nearby rocks.

"Whiz—"

A bullet flew almost grazing his scalp, embedding itself deep into the tree trunk behind him.

"Sniper!" Su Han's pupils shrank, and his muscles tensed instantly.

Curled up behind the rock, his mind raced—someone had teamed up with Zhao Wuji!

...

The observation center was in an uproar.

The electronic sandbox was quickly zoomed in, and technicians pulled up the real-time footage from Zone 11—

On a pine tree four hundred meters away from Su Han, Snow Leopard's "Ghost" was propping up a type 88 sniper rifle, with faint blue smoke still rising from the muzzle.

"Shameless!" Wang Yuanchao stood up abruptly, pointing at the figure hidden in the tree canopy on the big screen. "The people from Snow Leopard are actually teaming up with Divine Sword? This is cheating!"

"The rules don't prohibit temporary cooperation between different units," Captain of Divine Sword, Liu Bo, said sarcastically. "Blame Falcon's Su Han for being too flashy. Who told him to take first place in eight subjects?"

The Captain of Snow Leopard also sneered in agreement: "No one talks about fairness on the battlefield. Surely Captain Wang hasn't forgotten this simple truth?"

Wang Yuanchao trembled with rage and turned to the Chief Referee: "Chief Referee! This clearly violates the spirit of the competition!"

The Chief Referee stared at the screen, pondering for a moment before slowly shaking his head: "The rules indeed do not prohibit it... the competition continues."

Long Zhan from the Marine Corps suddenly pointed at the screen and exclaimed: "Look! Su Han is about to counter-attack!"

...

Behind the rock, Su Han's breathing was terrifyingly steady.

He tilted his head slightly, observing the distant tree canopy through the rock crevice—there was an almost imperceptible reflection.

"Type 88 sniper, effective range 800 meters..." Su Han calculated rapidly in his mind. "Wind speed level three, southeast direction, the time it took for the sound to travel here..."

Even more pressing was that Zhao Wuji had taken the opportunity to retrieve his pistol and was closing in under the cover of the bushes.

"Interesting." A cold sneer curled Su Han's lips. "Two against one? Then let's see who dies first."

He suddenly lunged out from the left side of the rock, then abruptly veered right the moment the sniper fired.

The bullet hit empty air, while Su Han had already pounced toward Zhao Wuji like a phantom.

"Bang! Bang!"

Zhao Wuji fired two shots in succession, but Su Han's evasion route was so bizarre it made him despair—the first bullet was avoided with a low-to-the-ground roll;

when the second bullet was fired, Su Han had actually changed direction as if predicting it, and the bullet only hit the afterimage he left behind.

"Damn it!" Cold sweat broke out on Zhao Wuji's forehead as he aimed his pistol once more.

But this time, Su Han didn't give him the chance to fire.

"Crack!"

A precise knife-hand strike hit Zhao Wuji's wrist, and the pistol fell to the ground again.

Su Han's right knee followed through, slamming heavily into Zhao Wuji's abdomen.

"Urgh—" Zhao Wuji doubled over in pain, only to see Su Han's elbow strike already whistling toward him.

At the critical moment, Zhao Wuji tilted his head with all his might; the elbow strike grazed his temple, the resulting wind stinging his cheek.

"Nice reaction," Su Han sneered, shifting from an elbow to a palm, delivering a knife-hand strike toward Zhao Wuji's neck.

Zhao Wuji scrambled to parry, only to realize this was a feint—the real killing move was a sweep kick coming silently from below!

"Bang!"

Zhao Wuji fell heavily to the ground, and before he could struggle to get up, Su Han's combat boot was already pressed against his throat.

"You're finished," Su Han said coldly, while his right hand lightning-fast snatched the sensor device off Zhao Wuji's body.

"Sizzle—" White smoke rose from Zhao Wuji.

But Su Han didn't stay for a moment; as the announcement sounded, he had already grabbed Zhao Wuji's type 95 rifle and dove into a nearby hollow.

"Whiz! Whiz!"

Two sniper bullets flew almost grazing his back.

"Damn it!" In the tree canopy, Snow Leopard's "Ghost" gritted his teeth and cursed.

He hadn't expected Su Han to remain so alert after dealing with Zhao Wuji.

What alarmed him even more was that Su Han had now obtained a rifle, which meant...

"Not good!" "Ghost" instinctively wanted to relocate, but it was already too late.

In the hollow, Su Han didn't even bother to aim—relying entirely on muscle memory and his past life's experience, he pulled the trigger the moment he rolled to his feet.

"Bang!"

The bullet from the type 95 rifle drew a perfect arc, crossing four hundred meters to accurately hit the figure in the tree canopy right in the chest.

"Sizzle—"

White smoke rose from "Ghost".

The entire observation center was silent.