Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 108 - 108 14 2V2 Part 2

108: Chapter 14 2V2 (Part 2) 108: Chapter 14 2V2 (Part 2) “Hide?!” Having used the impact bombs so many times, Tang Zheng had long become familiar with their capabilities and blast radius.

However, seeing time slip away made him somewhat anxious.

“Once you’re out of strength, you’re done for.

You might as well stop now and fight it out with me!” Tang Zheng roared, tossing out another bomb.

He didn’t expect his nemesis to stop, just hoping for a momentary distraction.

Any consequent sluggish movement or collision with an obstacle would do.

“What do you think I am, a dummy?” Gasping for breath, the fugitive did not forget to throw back a retort at Tang Zheng.

“You are a dummy.

Three against one, you think you can escape!” Tang Zheng continued to provoke the escapee.

“Nonsense!

You guys aren’t together, aren’t you afraid those two will end up the winners?” The fugitive started to discuss the pros and cons with Tang Zheng.

“No way?” Tang Zheng displayed hesitation, “How can you be sure?”

Hearing Tang Zheng’s question, a look of delight came over the fugitive.

He believed that the madman must have become quite worried, prompting him to continue yakking non-stop.

The gist of his argument amounted to Tang Zheng harming himself without gaining anything in the process.

Tang Zheng kept a straight face, but in his heart, he was roaring with laughter.

This guy really was a fool.

He chatted so much that his breathing became labored during the race.

From a distance of fifteen meters, he could even hear the fugitive breathing heavily, almost as if his chest was tearing apart.

Half a minute later, the man had to stop, leaning against a tree, gasping for air.

Although panting heavily, he never took his wary eyes off of Tang Zheng, clutching a bomb in his hand but not throwing it, seemingly using it to amplify pressure on Tang Zheng.

“You think you have iron lungs or something, you idiot.” Tang Zheng continued to ride on the fugitive’s nerves while pouncing on him fearlessly, wanting to show him that what he should have done was to throw the bomb to wear out the enemy’s stamina, rather than stand in confrontation.

“Maybe he’s running out of bombs?” Tang Zheng considered this as a possibility.

At this point, he could see the fugitive’s face clearly, a typical man in his thirties, wearing trousers, a dress shirt, and a crooked tie.

The anxiety and panic plastered on his face at the moment, observing Tang Zheng pulling out a dagger while sprinting over without a second thought, made him freeze momentarily, subsequently hurling out a bomb in response.

Tang Zheng rolled aside, tossing out another bomb simultaneously.

Not to kill the opposition, but to prevent him from calmly retrieving another bomb for a counterattack and to interfere with his judgment.

The fugitive also quickly dodged, attempting to increase the distance between them.

His mind was in chaos, unsure of what to do next.

“Should I keep throwing bombs or engage in a melee?” The gap between the pair had reduced to just seven meters.

The fugitive was afraid of blasting himself but doubted his ability in hand-to-hand combat.

“Hesitation is the last thing you need right now.” Tang Zheng rushed into the four-meter range and tossed a bomb behind the fugitive, blocking his escape path.

“You madman!” The explosion near them scared the fugitive into a hysterical shout, “Want to blow yourself up along with me?”

Tang Zheng threw himself at the fugitive, distracting him partly with the shockwave caused by the blast, forcing him to worry about his own safety.

The fugitive wanted to engage, but the blast from Tang Zheng’s bomb scared him.

He feared that the madman might do something irreversible and started reminding him, but before he could finish his sentence, he was horrified to find the maniac already before him, lunging forward with a straight stab.

The fugitive’s body was covered in goosebumps as he hastily sidestepped, not even attempting a counterstrike.

At that moment, his eyes were solely on the gleaming blade in Tang Zheng’s hand.

His forehead was covered in large beads of sweat, dripping incessantly.

“I’ve won,” Tang Zheng knew he was victorious, but he felt an indescribable frustration deep inside.

He understood why; his opponent was a complete rookie who hadn’t killed before.

It felt wrong to attack such an innocent, contradictory to Tang Zheng’s principles.

“Am I starting to fall?” Tang Zheng unsheathed the dagger, and the fleeing man’s left arm lagged slightly and immediately had four fingers severed, flying in mid-air.

“Ah,” the fugitive screamed loudly then was promptly kicked in the stomach.

He was forcefully thrown and rolled on the floor.

“Please, don’t kill me, I beg you,” the ordinary man cried bitterly and begged loudly, crawling up in a disoriented state, trying to flee.

However, he tripped over a tree root with his severed hand and fell back on the ground.

“Please, I beg you,” the ordinary man, hearing footsteps right behind him, was devastated.

He dared not turn back, but just clawed at the soil and dry leaves on the ground to throw them, trying to halt the approaching person.

Blood from his left hand kept dripping, a pungent smell of blood beginning to hang in the air.

“Sorry,” Tang Zheng looked at his prey and reminded himself of the danger Zhang Yan might be facing.

He couldn’t afford to be merciful.

The two triangles on the radar had slowed down, certainly to assess the situation.

Tang Zheng knew he must finish the fight quickly.

Only then could he apply pressure on the pursuer, eliminating any erroneous thoughts from his mind.

Tang Zheng rushed ahead, his foot slammed into the unlucky man’s butt, forcing him into a humiliating face-plant.

Ignoring his pleas, a decisive second kick landed on his head.

With a blast, the fugitive felt an agonizing headache, almost passing out.

But the next moment, he felt a chill in his back, as if all his strength had been instantly drained.

“Am I going to die?!” the fugitive struggled to turn his head, he wanted to memorize the face of his killer then curse him, as well as curse the original bastard who began to hunt him down…

Pulling out the blade stuck in the unlucky man’s back, Tang Zheng sighed.

He wanted to kill swiftly and painlessly, but the man crawled forward just as the strike was made, causing the knife aimed at his heart to misfire.

“Would I care about a curse!” Watching the life gradually fade from the unlucky cursing man, Tang Zheng sneered.

When he plunged his knife into the man’s back, he decided to let go of everything.

“I’m not a savior, nor do I want to be.

As long as I can get back to the room with my friends, I’ll do anything!” Tang Zheng knelt down, quickly sliced off the Totem Seal from the back of the unlucky man’s hand while repeating this sentence to himself, trying to alleviate the guilt he felt.

Because of the rush, the cut was rough; a large chunk of skin from the back of the hand was taken off, even with some bloody muscles attached, but Tang Zheng couldn’t care less.

He directly shoved it into his pocket, then roughly patted him down, grabbed the white waist bag, and glanced at the handheld radar.

He started off on his brutal journey again; there was still another pursuer waiting for him.

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