Mercenary’s War
Chapter 329 - 329 327 Bull Demon King

329: Chapter 327 Bull Demon King 329: Chapter 327 Bull Demon King When Gao Yang discovered the campsite, he stopped the vehicle about five to six hundred meters away.

A large fire had been ignited inside the campsite, the flames were scattered, and it was unclear what was burning.

Gao Yang used a thermal imaging night vision device to look over, and he could only see bright clusters of light, but saw no human-shaped heat sources.

Similarly, the low-light night vision device on his helmet also showed no signs of human activity.

According to the information Gao Yang had, there should still be Huaxia People in the campsite, but at this point, with a large fire burning within, it seemed unlikely that anyone would have remained.

After pondering for a moment, Gao Yang decided to approach for a closer look.

He wanted to see if anyone was still in the campsite; if there had been casualties among the Huaxia People, there should be bodies left behind.

And if those Huaxia People had left voluntarily, perhaps he could find some traces to determine whether they had been abducted or had left on their own.

From about four to five hundred meters from the campsite, Gao Yang began to approach slowly.

There was nothing of note along the way, and aside from the crackling of the burning fire, the campsite was silent.

Gao Yang felt that there were likely no people left in the campsite.

Although he didn’t relax his vigilance, he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although the campsite was surrounded by a wire fence, it had been knocked down and was now completely undefended.

When Gao Yang was about fifty meters away from the campsite buildings, he stowed away his HK417 and took the shotgun from his back.

The campsite was in disarray, with many of the makeshift buildings showing signs of being burned.

However, the main source of the fire was some machinery—those that were difficult to move, or that laypeople wouldn’t know how to operate, such as excavators and cranes, were all ablaze.

After a brief observation, Gao Yang decided to take a look inside the houses to confirm whether there were any Huaxia casualties.

After scanning around, he first walked toward a row of houses that didn’t seem to have been touched by the fire.

Gao Yang heightened his alertness, observing his surroundings as he slowly moved toward his target.

There weren’t any obstacles on his path, the only thing to watch out for was a row of burnt makeshift houses he needed to pass.

As he passed that row of makeshift houses, Gao Yang slowed his steps.

Sticking close to the wall, he slowly approached the corner and then suddenly dashed forward to prevent a surprise attack from anyone lurking around the corner.

Just as he made his quick move forward, a shadow also burst out from the corner, reaching out to grab the barrel of his gun.

Despite being prepared for a search-forward action, Gao Yang had still let his guard down.

Had he been fully concentrated, he should have shot a fraction of a second earlier.

Now, delayed by a few fractions of a second, he found his gun barrel seized.

Gao Yang pulled the trigger, and the shotgun boomed.

As expected, the shot went wide, as the enemy had pushed the barrel aside.

But at the very moment Gao Yang fired, his right foot had already silently kicked out.

The moment the gun barrel was grabbed, Gao Yang had already subconsciously initiated a counterattack.

If his foot had hit the enemy’s shin, he would have followed up with a punch as the enemy toppled forward, aiming to take down the enemy with the fastest motion possible and then have a chance to continue shooting.

Having undergone special training by Li Jinfang, Gao Yang’s close combat moves had become instinctual, and his speed was undeniable.

During his training in Israel, in such close quarters combat and disarm scrimmages, his Israeli combat instructor couldn’t stop his kick and punch unless he could create distance.

But now, Gao Yang’s kick was faster than his thought process, launched before he was even aware.

Nevertheless, the sensation his toes met was not that of a human shin bone.

When he felt his toe hit a hard object that then withdrew to dissipate the force, Gao Yang realized his kick had been blocked by the sole of a shoe.

The most efficient way to block Gao Yang’s kick was a slight upward lift, a skill only Li Jinfang possessed.

His kick was blocked, but Gao Yang’s left fist still swung out, heading toward the enemy’s throat in an awkward position not conducive to generating power.

Because the left hand wasn’t his dominant hand, and since it had just been holding the shotgun, Gao Yang could only muster less than a third of his power with that punch.

Nevertheless, he was extremely close to the enemy’s very vulnerable throat.

If Gao Yang’s swift punch could connect, it would still be lethal.

However, Gao Yang’s rapid punch was again deflected.

His opponent bent an elbow, parrying the punch aside.

In a flash of movements, with his left fist parried, Gao Yang released his grip on the shotgun and clenched his right hand into a fist, swinging a full Half-Step Collapse Fist with blistering speed.

What happened next was beyond Gao Yang’s expectations.

His opponent too released the grip on the gun barrel and, with both hands, locked Gao Yang’s right hand in place.

Having fully committed to the Half-Step Collapse Fist, to find his punch caught was a horrifying revelation for Gao Yang, for even Li Jinfang could do nothing but dodge or dissipate the force, not instantaneously lock onto his punch like this.

As Gao Yang was struck with terror, preparing to kick again with his right foot, an arm reached from behind to firmly embrace his neck, pulling him backward into a fall.

With his throat clamped in a vise-like grip, Gao Yang was immediately gasping for breath, quickly feeling his vision darken.

Although he struggled desperately, he was utterly powerless.

Gao Yang’s vision began to speckle with stars, and just before he lost consciousness, a hand reached over and pulled the mask off his face.

Right after Gao Yang’s mask was removed, he was immediately knocked face-down onto the ground with his hands pinned behind his back.

Finally, the arm around his neck was released.

Gao Yang, with his face against the ground, immediately began to breathe rapidly, waiting for the blood supply to his brain to be restored and the darkness before his eyes to clear.

Once he came to his senses, Gao Yang immediately said in English, “Who are you?”

“Who are you?”

Gao Yang was momentarily stunned by the simultaneous question from his adversary, because it was asked in Chinese.

After quickly regaining his composure, Gao Yang replied in Chinese, “Who are you?”

“What do you do?”

The questions clashed again, but this time Gao Yang spoke in Chinese, while the person questioning him used English.

However, after Gao Yang asked again in Chinese, someone restraining him immediately said, “He really is Huaxia people!”

Hearing that Gao Yang spoke Chinese, the person squatting in front of him immediately said, “You are Huaxia people?

What are you here for?”

With annoyance, Gao Yang replied, “Damn it, do you even have to ask?

Do I look like a robber to you?

What else can I fucking do except rescue someone?”

At this point, the person who had blocked Gao Yang’s attacks three times and successfully locked his fists immediately said, “Damn it, it’s one of our own.

I felt something was off when we started fighting.

Quick, let him go.”

The person twisting Gao Yang’s arms released him, and Gao Yang immediately pushed off the ground and stood up swiftly.

Once Gao Yang stood up and looked around, he saw seven people standing around him, all with yellow complexions, dressed in ordinary clothes, but all except for the one standing in front of him were holding AK rifles.

Someone behind Gao Yang also said in a stern voice, “Friend, just who exactly are you?”

Gao Yang exhaled and said, “Huaxia people, from the camp next door.

I came to check out the situation here.

Who are you?

Are you workers here?”

Someone walked up to Gao Yang, apologizing as he extended his hand, “Sorry about that.

We saw someone approaching and didn’t know who it was.

Then, seeing your face all black, we thought you might be black.

Armed to the teeth, we thought it best to subdue you first and ask later.

Turns out you were wearing a mask, really sorry about that.”

It was all a misunderstanding, and Gao Yang couldn’t say much more about it.

Besides, the skills these people had displayed not only stunned him, but he also held them in high regard.

Being able to wrest a gun away up-close and seal all his moves in combat, these were not ordinary individuals.

Gao Yang nodded and said, “It’s nothing, just a misunderstanding.

Who are you guys, workers here?”

The person speaking with Gao Yang shook his head and said, “No, we also came here after receiving a message.

Actually, we only arrived twenty minutes before you did.

So, brother, what do you do?

Your gear isn’t something just anyone can have.”

Before Gao Yang could answer, someone standing opposite him spoke up anxiously, “Where are you from?

Where did you learn your Half-Step Collapse Fist?”

Gao Yang was slightly taken aback and replied, “What are you talking about?

I don’t understand.”

After hearing Gao Yang’s response, the person who took the gun spoke anxiously, “You don’t know?

Then tell me, who taught you your martial arts?”

Gao Yang hesitated for a moment, then said in a grave tone, “I learned at a martial arts school, while I was studying in Huaxia, at a martial arts school.”

The gun-taker sounded anxious and said eagerly, “Let’s be clear here, don’t talk nonsense.

Your moves are definitely not what’s taught in martial arts schools, definitely not.

Even if you travel across all of Huaxia, no school teaches that.

Those final moves were genuine Half-Step Collapse Fist, your kicking stance was the authentic Tan Leg method, these are deadly techniques, no school dares to teach such lethal stuff.

Tell the truth, who taught you these?”

Gao Yang didn’t know who these people were, but he couldn’t reveal Li Jinfang.

However, just as he was about to fabricate some lie to get himself through the situation, he suddenly heard someone behind him say, “I felt something was off.

This technique looked too familiar.

If the Bull Demon King hadn’t mentioned it, I wouldn’t have been certain.

If I’m not mistaken, I’ve practiced that technique myself.

Isn’t this exactly what Toad taught us?”

At the mention of the name ‘Toad’, Gao Yang’s body stiffened.

As he turned back in surprise, he heard another person saying in a grave voice, “Yes, it’s exactly the suit taught by Toad.”

At that moment, the person referred to as Bull Demon King, the one who had restrained Gao Yang, said solemnly, “Nonsense, if it weren’t for the fact that I frequently spar with Toad, I wouldn’t have been able to block his moves just now.

I’m way too familiar with this technique, if he wasn’t trained by Li Jinfang, I’d twist my head off and kick it around like a soccer ball!” (To be continued.

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