My Wife is Actually a top-tier Soldier King?!
Chapter 172 - 172 172 Fierce Battle!

172: Chapter 172: Fierce Battle!

Critical Hit!

172: Chapter 172: Fierce Battle!

Critical Hit!

Tang Long let out a thunderous shout.

Yu Dong reacted swiftly, immediately darting out of the pavilion and leaping into the river to capture the wounded, fleeing gunman.

Wu Jie turned around to give chase toward the escaped drone, but was stopped by a roaring Tang Pingde.

“What chase?

They’ve got guns; are you trying to get yourself killed?”

Tang Xiao cried out in alarm, “Oh no, Cui is still in the yard!”

Wu Jie couldn’t care less, immediately sprinting out of the pavilion.

“Xiao, you stay here.

Dongzi, once you’ve caught the man and tied him up, don’t let him die!”

Tang Long grabbed the old man’s walking stick and also immediately gave chase.

The yard was extensive, with a fruit orchard, vegetable garden, paddy field, and fish pond – it had everything.

Wu Jie took out two darts and held them in his hand, ready to throw at any moment.

The vegetable garden was planted with seasonal vegetables, all quite low to the ground.

He scanned the area but didn’t see Zhu Cui or any strangers.

He also didn’t dare to shout loudly, for if Zhu Cui responded, wouldn’t that mean exposing her location?

With no alternative, Wu Jie headed into the orchard.

Having picked fruit here with Tang Xiao before, he was fairly familiar with the terrain.

Apples, fragrant pears, plums, peaches…

A variety of fruit trees were all planted there.

But where could Zhu Cui be?

Wu Jie lowered his center of gravity, hunched over, and sprinted along the ridges, continuously scanning his surroundings.

Suddenly!

With a crisp bang, Wu Jie dodged, throwing a dart in the direction of the gunshot sound as he did so.

At the same time, he took cover beside a walnut tree, thicker than a basketball.

He reached into his sleeves, plucked out two more darts, and held them while continuing to run franticly.

A thin man, exceedingly agile, was sprinting over with great stride.

While running, he continued to shoot.

Bullets whizzed by, hissing through the air.

Damn it!

The gunfire was too fierce!

Wu Jie quickly rolled and dodged on the ground, then suddenly spotted Zhu Cui not far away, crouching and cutting grass with a sickle.

She, with her deft hands, had already cleared a large patch of weeds.

Startled by the successive gunshots, she seemed lost and was about to stand up.

“Don’t stand up, keep down!”

Wu Jie roared.

As he rushed forward, he swung his hands fiercely on a slanting trajectory.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Two darts, like venomous tongues lashing out, flew swiftly toward their target.

Both moving at high speed, and with branches and leaves providing cover.

The gunman was unable to hit Wu Jie, and Wu Jie’s darts posed no threat to him.

“Brother, what’s happening?”

Zhu Cui asked in surprise, crouching on the ground and turning her head.

Seeing the gunman closing in, swapping a magazine, Wu Jie immediately dove to the side.

In the moment he lay down, he threw two more darts through the gap near the tree roots.

The gunman’s reaction was not slow; he twisted his body to dodge.

One dart grazed past his face, while the other stabbed into his left arm, but he didn’t even let out a scream.

Replacing the magazine, he pounced fiercely like a tiger attacking its prey.

Amidst a barrage of continuous gunfire, Wu Jie kept rolling and dodging.

Whenever there was a gap, he retaliated with a forceful dart throw.

Click!

The hammer hit empty, the gun was out of ammo.

Wu Jie’s hands didn’t search for darts inside his sleeves this time.

“Sickle!”

Wu Jie shouted loudly.

Zhu Cui immediately threw over the sickle.

As he caught it, the gunman had already charged forward, a military knife gripped tightly in his right hand.

The blade shone brightly, emitting a faint blue glow, clearly coated in a potent poison.

Assuming even a slight cut could lead to poisoning, at best loss of combat effectiveness, at worst immediate death.

Swinging the sickle, Wu Jie surged forward.

The gunman, trained in lethal combat, started unorthodoxly; as if kicking a soccer ball, he kicked up a lot of mud towards Wu Jie while continuing to move forward, his whole body lunging like a slingshot.

The military knife, tainted with deadly poison, aimed straight for Wu Jie’s chest.

Wu Jie nearly got a face-full of mud as he halted his rapid pace, and as a shadow suddenly loomed before him, he dodged instinctively and swung the sickle fiercely.

Clang!

A crisp sound rang out!

The gunman reacted extremely quickly, his dagger instantly came across to block.

The moment of collision revealed the gap between farm tools and a murder weapon.

The sickle was immediately cut into by a notch.

Using the momentum of the impact, the gunman pressed in even closer.

With incredible speed, he thrust, stabbed, flicked, chopped…

His attacks were exceedingly fierce, the rhythm changing rapidly, each strike targeted vitally within the intense sequence of continuous attacks.

“This formidable!”

Wu Jie continued to wave the sickle, which damn it, was getting chopped down like noodles.

In the end, there was almost nothing left but a wooden handle.

Although Wu Jie possessed the permanent, national-level Combat Athlete Skills,

Combat involved fighting bare-handed, unlike this fucking situation.

The gunman wielded a military knife with exquisite skill.

The assault was straightforward and ruthless, marked by extensive training and battle-hardening.

Wu Jie didn’t have time to exchange for ‘Combat Grandmaster’ or any other items.

“Motherfucker!

I don’t believe I can’t kill you!”

Swearing under his breath, the sound of the sickle came to nothing as only the wooden handle remained.

Wu Jie loosened his right hand, and as the handle of the sickle dropped down, he grabbed the top end of the handle with his other hand, allowing it to guard his arm.

At the same time, he charged forward, accurately blocking the stab of the assassin’s military knife.

The moment the handle knocked against the blade, Wu Jie followed through with a hook punch as a feint, forcing his opponent to retract his hands in defense.

However…

Wu Jie’s feint was just a bluff; he instantly grabbed the gunman’s wrist with lightning speed, twisting it with all his might.

Instead of taking the military knife, he thrust it toward the gunman’s chest.

The gunman, rich in combat experience, immediately moved in the opposite direction while dodging to the side.

Wu Jie seized the opportunity and went for a powerful kick.

A kick landed successfully on the chest.

With forceful and weighty momentum, pain surged through the chest.

The pain was so intense that the gunman staggered backward, having trouble holding his dagger steady.

Wu Jie quickly surged forward, unleashing a flurry of rapid-fire punches followed by a knee strike and kicks in quick succession…

Zhu Cui stood by, her eyes widened in shock.

This…

was this going to be a fight to the death?

Wu Jie had accumulated immense rage and was venting it out on the gunman as if he were Meng Sihua, hence the relentless beating.

“Stop!

Stop it now!!”

Tang Long rushed over in hurried steps, his expression filled with extreme anxiety.

Thump!

Wu Jie delivered another powerful knee strike.

This time, it sent the gunman tumbling to the ground, causing him to arch his back in pain, trembling, before Wu Jie stepped back.

However…

As Tang Long ran over, it wasn’t out of fear that Wu Jie might kill someone, but rather, he swung his walking stick with full force, chopping down on the gunman’s back.

Crack!

The pearwood walking stick snapped into two pieces.

The gunman spat out a mouthful of blood and then fainted, eyes rolling back.

Tossing away the broken half of the walking stick, Tang Long cursed angrily:

“What are you messing about for?

If you can finish it in one move, don’t waste time with useless flailing!”

After the scolding, Tang Long picked a few leaves to protect his hands and picked up the fallen military knife.

Noticing a field mouse scurry by, he casually threw the blade towards it.

The knife hit the mouse, which twitched a couple of times and then died frothing at the mouth.

“My goodness!

How much poison is on this!”

Wu Jie muttered disdainfully, “If it wasn’t for this military knife of his, would it have taken this long?”

No sooner had he spoken than Zhu Cui stepped forward and asked in astonishment:

“He…

Who is he?”

“A thief!

He dared to come here to steal; he got what he deserved!”

Tang Long replied offhandedly; he certainly didn’t want to admit the man was an assassin.

Cui pointed curiously towards a figure not too far away, “Is that a thief over there, too?”

Upon hearing this, Wu Jie immediately spread his arms and tackled the two to the ground.

In an instant!

Bang–

Gunshots erupted suddenly…