My sister broke off her engagement to marry someone richer? My older sister married me and became in

Lei Dong roared as he charged up the hillside.

At that very moment, the weather in Laoyagou changed dramatically.

Previously, there was only a howling wind, but now, a gust of wind with a biting chill suddenly rushed out from the depths of the valley, whipping up the decaying leaves and soil on the ground and slapping them hard against people's faces.

The sky looked as if someone had splashed ink on it, instantly turning it dark and gloomy.

Large raindrops began to fall without warning.

pat.

a drop.

Two drops.

Immediately afterwards, as if the Milky Way had burst its banks, a torrential downpour began, lashing the mountain forest mercilessly!

The originally dry land was saturated almost instantly, turning into a slippery muddy mess.

The rain was so thick it was impossible to see through, instantly confining their vision to an area of ​​less than two meters. All surrounding sounds were swallowed up, leaving only the deafening "whoosh" of the rain, pounding on the leaves, on the mud, and into their very bones.

Lei Dong's finger paused instinctively as he pulled the trigger, startled by the sudden power of the heavens and earth.

But the sneer on his face did not disappear; instead, it became even more manic.

It's going to rain, and my mother is going to get married.

This awful weather is perfect for sending this bastard off!

To prevent his feet from slipping and to find a more stable shooting position, he subconsciously took a step to the side, trying to stomp his heels into the mud.

However, he severely underestimated the power of the mountain rain.

In just a few seconds, the patch of loose soil mixed with fallen leaves beneath his feet had turned into a slippery puddle of mud!

"Sizzle—!"

Lei Dong slipped, lost his balance, and fell forward in a sorry state!

He quickly stretched out his other hand to brace himself, barely managing to avoid falling flat on his face.

But because of this stumble, the miniature submachine gun he was holding tightly plunged headfirst into the cold mud!

"Hold!"

Lei Dong cursed, quickly regained his balance, and raised his gun again.

This minor incident didn't bother him; instead, it fueled his even more savage killing intent.

Without further hesitation, he re-aimed at the target and pulled the trigger hard!

"Click!"

A crisp, dry, hollow sound, completely out of place for a miniature submachine gun, rang out abruptly amidst the torrential rain.

There was no fire.

There were no gunshots.

Only the cold, clanging sound of machinery could be heard.

Lei Dong's face, which had been contorted with ecstasy and rage, suddenly froze.

He instinctively pressed the button again.

"Click!"

It was just an empty sound.

impossible!

The magazine was full! He changed it himself!

A chill, colder than a downpour, surged wildly upwards from the soles of Lei Dong's feet, up his spine.

He suddenly looked down at the micro-cup in his hand.

The ejection port of the gun was scorching hot from the prolonged suppressive fire from the mountain ridge.

Just now, in order to steady himself, he stumbled and fell, and the muddy water mixed with sand and gravel poured straight into the muzzle of the gun!

The scorching hot barrel and receiver were suddenly exposed to icy mud!

The fine sand and sticky mud, under the rapid alternation of hot and cold, solidified like glue, stuck firmly to the gaps of every precision part, such as the bolt, firing pin, and recoil spring!

The firing pin is stuck.

"Hold!!"

Lei Dong let out a terrified, distorted curse as he frantically tried to pull the bolt to fix the malfunction.

But the feeling upon handling it was one of utter stillness and lifelessness!

He used all his strength, but only managed to pull it less than a centimeter before hearing a sickening metallic scraping sound. The bolt seemed to be welded to the receiver, completely jammed by the dirt and sand, and could no longer move.

This once formidable killing weapon, due to the bizarre weather and a fatal mistake, has instantly become a heavy, cold, and useless piece of scrap metal!

Fear, an unprecedented fear, instantly gripped Lei Dong's heart.

He wasn't afraid of Lu Qingshan; he was afraid of this mountain!

This mountain seems to have a life of its own, a will of its own; it is helping the hunter hiding in the shadows!

Just as Lei Dong was momentarily shaken by the weapon malfunction.

Lu Qingshan, who had been leaning against a tree, breathing heavily as if he might die at any moment, moved.

His lowered eyes slowly lifted, revealing no surprise, but rather a cold, all-knowing sneer.

The sky over Laoyagou is called "Yama's Face" by mountain runners.

One moment the sky is clear and blue, the next moment it can be snowing heavily.

These crudely made imitation micro-submarines, imported from abroad, are most vulnerable to environments that are extremely humid, cold, and filled with a lot of mud and sand.

All of this was within his calculations.

Lu Qingshan made a move.

Without the slightest hesitation, his body leaped up from the ground like a cheetah that had been gathering strength for a long time.

He casually tossed the old double-barreled shotgun, which was already empty of bullets, into the muddy water.

At the same time, his right hand moved with lightning speed, reaching down and pulling out a gleaming steel hunting knife from the leather boot of his right leg with a "whoosh".

The blade is long and narrow with a double-edged design, and the tip has a graceful curve, designed to make skinning and deboning easier.

The blade flashed a chilling white light in the dim rain.

At this moment, the balance of power between offense and defense was completely reversed.

"roar!!"

As Lei Dong looked at the blood-dripping murderous blade in Lu Qingshan's hand, his instinct for survival overcame all fear.

He let out a wild roar and slammed the piece of scrap metal in his hand hard towards Lu Qingshan's face!

Lu Qingshan merely tilted his head slightly, and a heavy jet of air grazed his shoulder before crashing into a mud pit in the distance with a "plop."

Taking advantage of the moment of the throw, Lei Dong also drew a military dagger from the tactical leather sheath at his waist.

It was a military dagger with barbs and serrations, the blade was black and exuded a bloody smell.

He was like a mad bear that had been completely enraged, and he pounced on Lu Qingshan with all his might, each step kicking up huge splashes of water in the mud!

There were no tactics, no probing.

All that's left is the most primal, beast-like struggle for survival!

Instead of retreating, Lu Qingshan advanced, his body slightly lowered, his feet firmly planted on the stance of the White Ape Guarding the Mountain Fist, as stable as Mount Tai.

Two figures collided violently in the torrential rain!

"when!!"

A deafeningly sharp clang of metal clashing against metal exploded wildly through the valley!

Lu Qingshan's hunting knife precisely blocked Lei Dong's powerful downward slash.

The two deadly blades clashed violently together, their edges scraping against each other, and the sparks that flew out flashed briefly in the thick rain before being extinguished.

The immense force traveled along the hilt of the sword and spread throughout Lu Qingshan's entire body.

His arm went numb, and the mud beneath his feet cracked open from the shock.

Lei Dong's weight and strength far surpass his!

The icy mud and water exploded wildly beneath their feet, and rainwater streamed down their contorted faces.

Neither of them spoke; only heavy breathing and beast-like growls filled the air.

Lei Dong's eyes were bloodshot, and the muscles on his arms bulged like writhing dragons as he pressed all his weight onto the military dagger in his hand, trying to crush his opponent with sheer brute force.

Lu Qingshan gritted his teeth, his arms making a cracking sound as he desperately resisted the crushing force.

The stalemate lasted for less than two seconds.

"Get down, you bastard!!"

Lei Dong suddenly exerted his strength, shoving Lu Qingshan, along with his knife, backward!

Lu Qingshan's feet were slippery, and he stumbled, being pushed backward by the tremendous force.

A sinister smile flashed across Lei Dong's face. He lunged forward like a mountain of flesh, slamming down on Lu Qingshan!

"Thump!"

The two fell heavily into the knee-deep mud, splashing mud everywhere.

Lei Dong's weight of over 200 pounds gave him an absolute advantage at this moment.

He pinned Lu Qingshan down, causing half of his body to sink into the cold, icy mud, rendering him unable to move.

"You little bastard! Even without a gun, I'll still tear you apart!"

Lei Dong roared and pressed down hard on Lu Qingshan's right wrist, which was holding a knife, with his left elbow, preventing him from exerting any force.

The serrated military dagger in his right hand, carrying a chilling wind, pressed down bit by bit towards Lu Qingshan's exposed throat.

The cold, sharp blade reflected a desperate light in the rain.

Rainwater mixed with mud poured into Lu Qingshan's eyes, blurring his vision.

He could clearly feel the barbed blade pressed against his skin.

Cold and stinging.

If you go in another half inch, the sharp serrations will tear open his throat artery.