10: Chapter 10 One Strike Finishes Them Off!

In that instant, the smiles on the faces of everyone in the Yan Family Gang completely stiffened.

"Wolves?? How can there be wolves in the desert?"

"Did we hear wrong?"

"It must be a hallucination. These shouldn't be wolves. How could there be wolves?"

The people present looked in all directions in disbelief, while Zhu Chenshan spoke up,

"Fake! It must be fake!! Nine times out of ten, that kid faked it!"

As his words landed, the members of the Yan Family Gang all showed slight expressions of surprise.

At this moment, Yan Kuanru also nodded slightly.

"There is indeed such a possibility. Faking the howling of a wolf pack—this kind of small trick has been used by others before."

As he spoke, a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Hehehe, you have quite a few petty tricks, and they're quite good at bluffing people."

"Is this the method you used to escape from the Underworld Flame Giant Scorpion?"

"Don't be in a hurry; you'll find out soon enough."

Song Yiqing could already feel many figures of desert wolves gradually appearing in the surroundings.

However, these wolves possessed extremely strong organizational skills. They didn't attack directly just because their prey had woken up.

Instead, they took a stance of 'the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind,' waiting to benefit from the struggle between others.

"It looks like that previous howl must have been from the Wolf King."

Song Yiqing judged the ambush positions of the wolf pack while also calculating how he should break through the desert wolves' offensive later.

[Oh no, this is bad. Song Yiqing's little trick is useless now; it was actually seen through.]

[The Yan Family Gang is a bunch of old foxes. It's very hard to get the better of them with basic methods.]

[I was wondering why Song Yiqing was so calm. Did he really think this kind of trick could deceive Yan Kuanru and the others? This is simply too naive.]

[Sigh, I thought he really had some special ability. That strike from the ancient martial arts guy earlier was cool for nothing.]

The live stream room was filled with non-stop heated discussion.

Meanwhile, within the Flying Tiger Archaeological Expedition Team,

they had also chosen a relatively good spot to set up camp.

After all, they had special forces soldiers providing protection, so their temporary camp was built quite thoroughly.

As a woman, Bai Yao was naturally assigned to a room with the female members of the Archaeological Team.

In the wilderness, there was naturally no such thing as washing up. So, after finishing their work, they returned to the tent.

Bai Yao took out her phone, wanting to check on Song Yiqing's situation.

As soon as she opened it, she saw the scene of Song Yiqing encountering Yan Kuanru.

Her heart inexplicably grew tense.

The subsequent wolf howl also made her nerves tighten. She looked doubtfully at the female Archaeological Team member beside her—Yi Menglian.

"Menglian, are there wolves in this desert? Why haven't I seen any in the archaeological expedition live streams before?"

"Hmm..."

Yi Menglian also fell into deep thought. She shook her head slightly and said,

"It should be impossible for wolf packs to exist in the desert."

"Because the climatic conditions here are very unsuitable for wolf packs to live in."

She didn't speak with absolute certainty here, but added a sentence:

"Of course, that's only regarding the outer regions or even the border zone where we are."

"But for the deeper inner regions, it's not very clear. Perhaps they really do exist there."

"I see,"

Bai Yao felt an inexplicable sense of loss, while also becoming increasingly nervous.

At this moment, Yi Menglian also spoke up,

"Stop watching. This kind of robbing and killing of other expedition teams happens from time to time in this desert."

"But most of the time, the live streams are turned off."

"So most people just aren't aware of it."

"Do you think Song Yiqing and the others have a chance to survive?"

Bai Yao asked hesitantly.

Yi Menglian gently patted her shoulder.

"I'm grateful to Song Yiqing for bringing us the method to kill the Underworld Flame Giant Scorpion, but they are facing the Yan Family Gang, who have obtained sophisticated equipment and have lost their conscience."

"Turn off the live stream and don't take it to heart."

"..."

Bai Yao didn't respond; she only gripped her phone tightly.

'He will definitely be fine!'

...

On the live stream screen,

Yan Kuanru no longer hesitated, fully convinced that Song Yiqing was just putting on an act.

He then raised his gun muzzle.

"Kneel down!! Or I'll shoot you dead right now!!"

The members of the Yan Family Gang behind him all stepped forward together and pulled their charging handles, ready to fire at any moment.

But just at that moment,

Whoosh!!

Appearing like a ghost, Zhang Qilin instantly took the black gold ancient blade that was stuck in the ground.

And in an instant, he killed the person at the very front.

Blood slowly flowed down the blade's edge.

At this moment, everyone's movements froze.

No one expected Zhang Qilin's speed to be that fast.

Yan Kuanru's expression was clearly the most unsightly.

"Ancient martial arts! I damn well should have thought of that! Fire!!!"

He shouted harshly, and the trigger in his hand was instantly pulled.

Da-da-da-da!!

The gun muzzle frantically spat out tongues of fire.

One bullet after another continuously cut through the air, aimed straight at Zhang Qilin and Song Yiqing.

But both of them started dodging the moment the guns fired.

Zhang Qilin's movements were extremely swift as he closed in with his blade.

In contrast, Song Yiqing ran directly to the side as if running in circles, appearing somewhat ridiculous.

But strangely enough, not a single bullet landed on him.

This also made the members of the Yan Family Gang on the scene feel extremely angry.

"F*ck! What's going on? Why can't we hit them with a single bullet!"

"It's really like seeing a ghost. Kill them! Be careful not to let that guy with the blade get close!"

"Right, ignore that short-haired brat over there; we can kill him whenever we want!"

The members of the Yan Family Gang spoke one after another, while simultaneously concentrating their fire to attack Zhang Qilin.

Under the fire suppression of over a dozen guns, no matter how agile Zhang Qilin's movements were, he was still somewhat overwhelmed.

He was even starting to fall into a disadvantage.

But just at this moment,

Song Yiqing, who was looked down upon by everyone in the Yan Family Gang, had already slipped behind them.

Then, 'Swish—'

One kill per strike!

His methods were so ruthless and decisive that the members of the Yan Family Gang gradually began to feel fear.

"Dammit! Behind us, he's behind us!"

"Curse it, when did he circle around?"

"Watch out, in front! That guy with the long blade is coming again!"

In an instant, what was originally absolute fire suppression and even a state where victory was within their grasp,

was directly disrupted by Song Yiqing's maneuver of circling around and launching sneak attacks.

In the blink of an eye, four or five people had already fallen in a pool of blood.

Yan Kuanru's face was ashen, tense to the extreme.

But just at this time,

Song Yiqing suddenly called out,

"Little Brother! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!!"

His voice was extremely urgent.

But Zhang Qilin didn't linger in the fight at all and quickly withdrew.

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