The Beautiful CEO's Super Soldier King-Chapter 657: Exciting Opponent

The opponent had clearly come prepared to kill him in such a remote location; without any cheats available, he had no choice but to meet force with force.

After a roll on the ground dodged a volley of short arrows, he suddenly jumped up, closed the distance, and his twin Tactical Combat Knives thrust diagonally towards the target expertly dressed as a Samurai.

"Ah ah..."

The expert dressed as a Samurai was no pushover. Pulling out a katana from his waist, he forcefully pressed forward!

At that moment, Ye Chenfeng and the Samurai-dressed expert clashed fiercely in close combat!

"Clang!"

A crisp sound rang out, and a faint, barely visible spark flew.

Both men’s expressions drastically changed, especially the Samurai-dressed expert, who never expected that Ye Chenfeng, after being affected by Poison Fog, still possessed such great strength, not at all inferior to him, rendering his tiger’s mouth completely numb.

"Hummm..."

The sound was the trembling of the blade cutting through the air, a phenomenon only possible with the steel of the Tactical Combat Knife.

The eyes of the Samurai-dressed expert were covered by a chilling cold light! A murderous aura surged forth violently!

Ye Chenfeng, wielding the twin blades, had reached a level of mastery where movements flowed like pure running water, one blade swiftly following the other, almost without any pause when one missed.

"Ssslash!"

A sound of tearing rose as the Samurai-dressed expert, without any chance to react, was sliced across the chest. Fortunately, the angle was slightly off, only piercing the flesh, and the wound was not very deep.

Under the influence of the Poison Fog, this would have been fatal for Ye Chenfeng in any other circumstances.

Just as the Samurai-dressed expert felt fortunate, a more ferocious attack from Ye Chenfeng arrived.

Ye Chenfeng, constantly on the tips of his toes on the ground, moved like a Poison Snake, leaving behind elusive trails of his figure! 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Giving no chance to his opponent, Ye Chenfeng’s twin blades carried a sharp whistling sound as they suddenly cleaved towards the Samurai-dressed expert!

The Samurai-dressed expert, already overwhelmed by the three waves of Ye Chenfeng’s fierce assault, had no choice but to hold up his katana to block.

"Bang!"

The twin blades, powerful and heavy, smashed onto the Samurai’s katana, sending a tidal wave of force that nearly crushed the Samurai to the ground.

"Crack!"

His retina caught the shadow of a long leg, swift as lightning and fierce as a Whip Leg, leaving no opportunity for the Samurai to respond, striking his shoulder unexpectedly—a sound of bone shattering, the scapula completely smashed.

"Ergh..." the Samurai-dressed expert screamed miserably, his body crashing to the ground.

Ye Chenfeng wouldn’t miss this opportunity. Planting his feet on the ground, he leaped up, his twin blades fiercely stabbing down!

The outcome was clear—his adversary was dead.

However, other experts advanced swiftly to attack.

Ye Chenfeng’s expression was iron-hard and his cold eyes flickered. With a cold shout, his coat’s hem flared out, and his right leg, like an iron rod, viciously launched a Whip Leg, striking the face of the first to advance!

"Ergh!"

The hardness of the shoe combined with the force of Ye Chenfeng’s kick split open a long gash on the man’s face—an agonizing scream like that of a slaughtered pig echoed through the jungle!

Ye Chenfeng’s leg suddenly dropped, but at the moment his toes touched the ground, he lightly tapped it, using the rebound to suddenly spin and leap up!

A gust of wind rose! His black coat billowed in the wind!

"Bang bang bang!"

In midair, Ye Chenfeng’s body abruptly paused, launching a dominating spinning kick sweeping across!

Three experts dressed as samurai were instantly affected, their facial muscles violently twitching before three bursts of blood mist exploded! A strong blow to their heads caused temporary dizziness, and they fell to the ground powerlessly!

The moment Ye Chenfeng landed, his body exerted force a second time and he leaped forward, just as two cold flashes emerged!

"Hiss hiss!"

Two jets of blood shot out from the chests of two men!

The sequence from executing the Whip Leg to using the Tactical Combat Knife happened in the blink of an eye. This series of actions was performed seamlessly. Ye Chenfeng’s movements were clean and decisive, without any hesitation—truly fluid like running water!

Although Ye Chenfeng was affected by the Poison Fog, he was still terrifyingly frightening.

Heimu, watching from a distance, furrowed his brow and stared at everything.

Ichiro Daisuke licked his lips, "What an exciting opponent!"

"Ichiro Daisuke, you go too," Heimu said coldly.

"Ha, yes!" The one called Ichiro Daisuke immediately started running.

Ye Chenfeng’s face was cold as iron, devoid of any emotion, half-squatting on the ground, his bare hand holding the Tactical Combat Knife in a cool pose. Nearby, the four experts dressed as samurai had just fallen, blood gushing from their mouths—it was clear they would not survive.

"Kill!"

About ten people surged forward like a tide, completely overwhelming Ye Chenfeng and his companions!

"Hiss hiss!"

Two crossing cold lights slashed, leaving two deep red blood traces, and two fragile lives slipped away at the hands of Ye Chenfeng!

Another round of fighting, and these men had been drastically reduced in number.

"Bang!"

But the next moment, a bad premonition rose in his mind, followed swiftly by a gust of wind sweeping through. Ye Chenfeng’s vision blurred, then a sharp pain shot through his arm, electrifying his entire body.

Ye Chenfeng’s ability to act was clearly declining bit by bit, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been ambushed.

Upon closer inspection, the sleeve of his arm was torn, a large patch of blood soaked through, and in front of him were about ten people, led by the short-statured Ichiro Daisuke, who was licking the bloodstains just acquired on his katana—a chilling sight!

"Swoosh!"

What greeted Ichiro Daisuke was the whistling wind, a cold light grazed over his retina, and simultaneously a fierce wind made his cheek burn painfully!

Ichiro Daisuke became alert, his body suddenly bent sharply backward!

"Hiss!"

But in the midst of the swift charge, Ye Chenfeng’s delicate body swung forward fiercely, and the Tactical Combat Knife still swept across Ichiro Daisuke’s cheek, drawing a deep gash!

"Hiss!"

Ichiro Daisuke steadied himself, touched the cut on his cheek, and drew in a sharp breath!

"Dammit..."

But before he could finish his curse, Ye Chenfeng had already closed in again, this time his two Tactical Combat Knives weaving and slicing in an airtight dance!

For a moment, Ichiro Daisuke could barely cope, his body stumbling backward, even unable to wield his katana!

"Ah, ah, ah... Hiss hiss hiss..."

Accompanied by Ye Chenfeng’s fierce cries, Ichiro Daisuke’s clothes were shredded, with several cuts even reaching his flesh!

"Bang, bang!"

Finally, two samurai-dressed experts wielding katanas blocked in front of Ye Chenfeng.