Chapter 2: The Encounter of Destiny

Everyone is not a fool; on the contrary, they possess extensive combat experience. Hiding in the canyon, the enemy will surely pursue, but they are unaware that beneath the mountain mist lies a miasma. Unprepared, they will undoubtedly fall victim to it, which provides everyone with a buffer of time

With the captain on their backs, several individuals, led by Zhao Wuji, rushed towards the canyon. As they passed through the swirling mist, they suddenly discovered that beneath the mist lay miasma. Naturally, everyone, possessing exceptional survival skills in the jungle, recognized the miasma, but they had not anticipated that it would be concealed beneath the mountain fog

Brother, my name is Li Feng. The one who is unconscious is our captain, Zhang Peng. The tallest one is Wu Gang, and the other one is Zhou Bin. You can call us Fengzi, Gangzi, and Binzi.

Where there is hope, there is motivation; where there is motivation, there are results. With improved spirits, their fighting strength has also increased, and the three of them feel much lighter on their feet, advancing with great momentum, and in the blink of an eye, they have reached the valley bottom

Letting go and fleeing for their lives, without worrying about leaving traces, their speed naturally increased many times over. The three of them, carrying the unconscious captain, quickened their pace, closely following Zhao Wuji. Soon, everyone noticed a problem: this person named Zhao Wuji was indeed familiar with the primeval forest, choosing the easiest paths to traverse, as if he knew where they could go and where they could not. Without the burdens of mud, loose soil, pitfalls, and the silent traps of dead leaves and shrubs, they moved swiftly.

Fengzi and the others exchanged a tacit glance, perhaps influenced by the calmness and confidence of the person called Zhao Wuji, or perhaps out of a sense of helplessness with no way out. They nodded slightly, as Gangzi carried the unconscious captain on his back, while Fengzi and Binzi instinctively took up the rear behind him

Zhao Wuji glanced at the dagger, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes, and said: "A fine weapon, Li Feng"

Zhao Wuji glanced at the captain, who was lying flat, and calmly said: "You all rest here for a while; we will discuss everything when I return." With that, he walked back the way he came.

When marching, if one can stride, there is no need to walk slowly. This aligns with the fundamental skills developed by special operations forces in the field. The three were astonished by Zhao Wuji's strength and speed; he was an exceptionally competent pathfinder, both fast and efficient, as if his strength were inexhaustible. They had no time to ask questions, nor did they feel inclined to do so. Having prepared themselves for the worst, everyone had lost all sense of worry and fear

At that moment, a voice shouted: "Come out"

In the blink of an eye, Fengzi, as a sniper in the "National Blade" special operations unit, demonstrated exceptional reflexes. With a swift roll at a forty-five-degree angle, he plunged into a thicket of debris three meters away. However, the sense of danger did not dissipate, indicating that the alert had not been lifted

The three individuals are all elites among elite special forces, and their jungle combat abilities are certainly exceptional. Feng Zi, who is acting as the vanguard, has been lying in wait for a while. He bends his elbow, with his forearm pointing downwards, fingers tightly closed, and swings his arm from behind to the front, signaling a forward movement. The other two receive the signal, raising their wrists to the height of their cheeks and forming a fist with their palms facing the signal sender, making a clear gesture of understanding, and promptly follow suit.

The young man did not respond, his nose twitching slightly as he took a deep breath of the surrounding air. The three onlookers were filled with curiosity, but they heard the young man say: "Let's go, we can talk later." With that, he took the lead and ran ahead.

The three exchanged a glance, and Fengzi chased after, saying: "Little brother, great kindness is not to be thanked in words. We are not the kind of people who fear death. Are you going to confront the pursuing enemy? I will go with you."

Fengzi and the three others have been wandering in this primeval forest for several days, and they have long lost their temper from the torment. The hunter is the spirit of the forest, most familiar with this area, and everyone naturally nodded in agreement, ready to take the plunge

Seeing three people chasing after him, the young man fought back and said: "My name is Zhao Wuji. The enemy will catch up in five minutes. This is our first meeting, and you may not trust me. If you want to leave here, come with me."

What left the three individuals feeling regretful was that, despite their best efforts, they were unable to catch up with the other party, which only heightened their astonishment at the other's skills. It is worth noting that all three were among the elite in the military, possessing extraordinary speed and explosive power

It is very magical, very mysterious, said Binzi

The hunter in the primeval forest speaks Mandarin exceptionally well, with confidence, calmness, decisiveness, and an air of mystery. However, regardless of anything else, as long as he can take us away, he is my brother

What surprised the three even more was that the other party seemed to know where their captain was, heading straight towards him. By the time the three caught up, they saw the young man squatting on the ground, carefully examining the captain's injuries, feeling his forehead and checking the wounds on his leg, his movements both skilled and swift

Fengzi made a gesture to his comrades behind him to remain still, slowly standing up. Before him stood a youth radiating with sunlight, his long hair flowing freely in the wind. His bare chest and arms were filled with explosive strength, and his short pants revealed a pair of bare feet. He was drawing a bow, aiming directly at the center of Fengzi's forehead. The newcomer was indeed the young man from the cliff after bidding farewell to the old man.

Fengzi returned to the captain's side, and Gangzi said: "What do you all think of this person?"

Language is a symbol of identity. Upon hearing the other party's slightly regional accent in the standard Mandarin, the young man glanced at the other person's clothing, shoulder insignia, and identification, confirming the other party's identity. He then lowered his bow and arrow, opened his mouth, and smiled brightly.

Bang! At the sound of a gunshot, the three individuals stood up alertly and looked ahead

As soon as the wind blew, the three individuals saw the young man already running four to five meters away, moving at an astonishing speed. The three exchanged a shocked glance, and an instinctive competitive spirit arose within them, prompting them to run swiftly as well

At that moment, Fengzi suddenly felt a movement in the center of his brow, a sense of danger akin to being targeted by a sniper surged upon him, causing him to be greatly alarmed. He quickly sent an urgent message, signaling his comrades to retreat. Although he was unsure whether it was an enemy sniper, the feeling of his life being threatened was extremely unsettling

Regardless of the circumstances, after the danger was averted, Fengzi signaled for his comrades behind him to come forward. The three of them put away their weapons as a gesture of attitude and approached. Fengzi curiously asked, "What is your name, young brother?"

Expert, the word flashed through Fengzi's mind, and he simply remained still, with no escape left, directly confronting the crisis.

Zhao Wuji glanced at the other party, his resolute demeanor revealing confidence, and the powerful aura of combat showed no signs of weakening. He smiled and sincerely said, "Brother, may I borrow your knife for a moment? I need to gather some herbs, and if I delay, it will be too late to save him."

Fengzi did not expect that the feeling of being targeted would come from the bow in front of him. In the era of firearms, cold weapons had long since left the battlefield. Fengzi was confident that a single shot could resolve the issue, provided that he had a gun in his hand.

Suddenly, Fengzi extended his arms, pointing with his index finger in a certain direction. Immediately after, he slightly curved his palm and directed it towards the team members receiving the information, closing his fingers tightly and placing his palm horizontally on his forehead to report to his teammates that he had spotted the target. The two individuals behind him lay flat on the ground, vigilantly looking ahead. When Fengzi sent the message, and they looked back at the target, it suddenly vanished. Fengzi was taken aback and quickly signaled that the target had disappeared, indicating to the two not to act rashly.

In a moment, Zhao Wuji suddenly frowned and said: "So fast, they have already caught up, we must hurry and leave"

Zhao Wuji said he would be back soon and then dashed forward. At that moment, Fengzi realized that Zhao Wuji's speed far exceeded his imagination, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from sight. What kind of speed is this

Soon, a misty canyon appeared before several people, its size and depth indiscernible, and nothing could be seen within. Everyone looked at Zhao Wuji in astonishment

What surprised everyone was that there was not a hint of discomfort; the unknown leaves they had just eaten flashed through their minds, and they all looked gratefully at Zhao Wuji, who was leading the way.

Zhao Wuji did not say much, nor did he know where he had obtained some unknown branches, which he handed to the three, saying: "Swallow the leaves." As he spoke, he quickly began to eat them himself

Brother, what a noble and great title it is. For a soldier, a brother is someone with whom one can entrust one's life, someone who can shield one from bullets, and someone who will never part ways for a lifetime

The three individuals were puzzled, yet they proceeded to follow instructions without hesitation. Everyone set down the captain and began to eat. After consuming a small amount, Zhao Wuji picked some unknown leaves, kneaded them into a ball, and squeezed out the juice, dripping it near the captain's mouth. Upon seeing this, the other three hurried over to assist. Although they did not understand Zhao Wuji's intentions, they were certain that there must be a reason behind it and that there was no ill will involved.

Almost all special forces soldiers know that when traversing complex terrain in the jungle, one should choose to walk along the vertical ridges, slopes, the edges of rivers and streams, as well as in areas where the trees are sparse, the gaps are large, and the grass is low and sparse. The goal is to walk along the ridges rather than in the valleys, to move vertically rather than horizontally. However, Zhao Wuji is different; after leading everyone to identify a direction, he proceeds without hesitation, never taking diagonal paths. When faced with obstacles, his long machete flies up and down, directly carving out a path, completely disregarding the traces left for pursuers. But Zhao Wuji is different; after leading everyone to identify a direction, he proceeds without hesitation, never taking diagonal paths. When faced with obstacles, his long machete flies up and down, directly carving out a path, completely disregarding the traces left for pursuers.

Jungle warfare is a mandatory course for special forces, particularly for the military of Huaxia, which is known as the king of land warfare. Its capabilities in jungle combat rank among the best in the world. Through the accumulation and inheritance of several generations of soldiers, it has developed into a vast and practical system by today, encompassing everything from tactics to survival.

Zhao Wuji led the way, and after taking just two steps, he saw Fengzi and Binzi lagging behind. He said, "Don't think about falling behind; leave this place as quickly as possible"

However, Fengzi is an exceptionally skilled sniper, always maintaining his composure. He quickly realizes in his mind and immediately responds: "One of us"

The three of them listened intently, yet heard nothing at all. This can only indicate one thing: Zhao Wuji's ability to perceive danger is significantly higher than that of the others. Observing Zhao Wuji's attire, they could only attribute this ability to his innate talent and instincts as a hunter. Having lived in the primeval forest for an extended period and coexisting with wild beasts, his capacity to sense danger surpasses that of the average person

It can be trusted, Fengzi said sincerely

The three of them chatted casually while anxiously glancing at the captain on the ground, and then looking around at the low shrubs, which emanated an unknown sense of danger.

The danger has been averted, and Fengzi let out a breath. The feeling of being targeted disappeared, yet a thought lingered in his mind: how could this guy, with such a rudimentary cold weapon, make me feel a threat to my life? Strange

Although Fengzi did not understand why Zhao Wuji refused his request, upon hearing that the captain was in danger, he unhesitatingly drew his weapon, the military dagger known as "National Blade," which he regarded as his life, and handed it to Zhao Wuji, saying: "Little brother, I appreciate your effort, go quickly and return swiftly"