Chapter 7365
This feud is one of eternal damnation.
"Hehehe..." The masked man let out a series of teeth-grinding laughs, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. "What an overbearing statement. Is this the style of the top experts in the Dragon Kingdom? It lives up to its reputation."
He completely ignored Xiao Chen's words, turned around, and slowly strolled to a unconscious martial arts soldier. The camera followed closely, clearly showing the soldier's young but bloodless face.
The masked man raised his foot, and without hesitation, the heavy sole of his military boot slammed into the soldier's chest and abdomen with such force that the soldier's body arched like a shrimp.
"cough……!"
The unconscious soldier suddenly awoke, spitting out a mouthful of dark red blood mixed with froth, and his body began to convulse violently.
His unfocused gaze struggled to focus on the pale mask. He was stunned for a moment, then his eyes flashed with a ferocious light like a wild beast. He made a hoarse, guttural sound as he struggled desperately to roar, but he was firmly bound by ropes and could not move at all.
"Look, what vibrant life force!" The masked man gently ground his toe against the warrior's wound, his tone filled with morbid admiration, while slowly drawing a long, narrow scimitar from his waist.
The blade was dull and lifeless, yet it exuded a chilling aura, clearly indicating it was coated with a potent poison. He gently placed the cold tip of the blade on the warrior's bare shoulder, the metallic chill causing the warrior to shiver involuntarily.
The mask turned towards the camera again, its two black, hole-like eye sockets seemingly staring directly at Xiao Chen, the provocation in its tone undisguised:
"Xiao Chen, how about we play a game? I've always been curious about just how tough the 'iron-blooded spirit' that your Dragon Kingdom Martial Arts Army is so proud of really is."
With a slight downward press of the knife tip, the sharp edge instantly pierced the skin, and a streak of bright red blood snaked down the pale flesh like a writhing blood snake, a shocking sight.
The Western Martial Arts Army soldier's muscles tensed instantly, his teeth clenched so tightly they cracked, and the veins on his forehead bulged like dragons. Cold sweat mixed with blood slid down his cheeks, soaking through his tattered combat uniform.
But he didn't utter a single groan. His bloodshot eyes stared intently at the masked man, his pupils filled with no fear, only boundless hatred and an unwavering resolve to die rather than submit.
"You've got some backbone." The masked man seemed to nod in satisfaction, his voice, processed by the voice changer, carrying a strong sense of amusement.
"Here's what I'll give you. Say to the camera, 'The Martial Arts Army are cowards.' If you do, I'll untie you, give you the best medicine, and maybe even send someone to take you back to the Western Region."
Upon hearing this, the soldier suddenly raised his head, a mocking smile, almost ferocious, squeezed out from his blood-stained face.
With all his might, he spat a mouthful of bloody saliva at the pale mask. The blood splattered into the smiling lines of the mask, making it look even more eerie.
"Dream on... your mother!" The voice was hoarse and broken, like a broken bellows being pulled, yet every word was as firm as iron, resounding with force, "The Martial Arts Army... has only the souls of those who die in battle... no dogs that kneel!"
The masked man froze instantly, the exaggerated smile on his pale mask seemingly solidified. The air in the warehouse suddenly became even more oppressive, and even the lights seemed to dim.
The next second, his wrist holding the knife suddenly sank!
"laugh……!"
The sharp blade slashed deep into the flesh, doubling its depth instantly, and a faint sound of the blade scraping against bone could be heard, making one's teeth ache.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining most of the soldier's shoulder red. It dripped down his arm, pooling on the ground in a small puddle, the dripping sound particularly jarring in the silent warehouse. "Ugh...!!!" The soldier finally couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a short, painful roar. His body convulsed violently, his eyes wide open, bloodshot, almost bursting from their sockets.
But he immediately bit his lower lip, forcing back his cries of pain, leaving only heavy, bellows-like breathing that echoed through the empty warehouse, carrying endless forbearance and defiance.
The masked man slowly approached him, his voice, distorted by a voice changer, icy cold and full of malice:
"You won't talk? Very well. I will cut your flesh inch by inch, sever your tendons, peel off your skin, and when you are fully conscious, I will let you watch your own blood slowly drain away."
"I'd like to see how many blows your Western Martial Arts Army's pride and joy can withstand."
The soldier's consciousness began to blur in the extreme pain, and his vision gradually became unfocused, but his eyes shone with an eerie and terrifying light.
He forced a smile, revealing teeth stained with blood, and with his last ounce of strength, he screamed towards the camera, each word distinct and deliberate:
"Mr. Xiao...don't come!!"
"Bang……!!!"
Inside the SUV, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted!
The reinforced car door beside Xiao Chen, which was strong enough to withstand rifle bullets, was dented inward by his punch, leaving a clear fist mark. The sound of metal twisting was extremely piercing!
The entire bulletproof window was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and the next second it shattered with a bang. Tiny shards of glass flew inward like snowflakes, but within half a foot of Xiao Chen, they were pulverized by an invisible killing intent.
The icy night wind howled into the carriage, but it couldn't dispel the terrifying aura that seemed to solidify into a tangible substance! The temperature inside the carriage was so low that it felt like falling into an ice cave. Zhuang Yuan and the young soldier instinctively stopped breathing, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end.
Xiao Chen slowly withdrew his fist. The back of his hand was still smooth and white, without any marks, as if it wasn't this hand that had smashed through the reinforced car door.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on the screen. In those deep eyes, there was no longer any human warmth, only a pure, violent, and destructive abyssal color, as if he would drag the whole world into purgatory in the next second.
Zhuang Yuan's eyes were also bloodshot, his chest heaving violently, and his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked and blistered.
He stared at the screen, his voice trembling with extreme anger, yet carrying the unwavering resolve of a seasoned soldier:
"I swear in the name of the Western Martial Arts Army of the Dragon Kingdom! The suffering my comrades have endured today will one day be repaid a hundredfold in blood from your Extreme Yin Island! This feud will not end until death!!"
On the screen, the masked man seemed to have heard the vow. He slowly turned his head and "looked" at the camera again. The exaggerated smile on the pale mask looked incredibly sinister and eerie in the dim light, as if mocking the powerlessness of the vow.
Xiao Chen simply raised his hand and brushed away the tiny shards of glass that had settled on his shoulder, his movements so calm they were almost eerie.
He didn't say anything.
But the entire carriage, even the howling night wind outside the window, froze in that instant, as if in deathly silence. It was as if all sound and air currents in the world had been frozen by the murderous aura emanating from him. (End of Chapter)