Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

The moment the arrow missed its mark, Zhao Shanhe hadn't even finished rolling properly. While still unbalanced in mid-air, he suddenly swung his right arm.

Relying on the muscle memory honed from handling guns countless times in his past life, the butt of the gun slammed hard into his shoulder socket.

There's no need to aim at all.

At this moment, I'm relying solely on my intuition.

boom!

The first gunshot shattered the deathly silence of Eagle's Beak Cliff.

The slug, carrying enormous kinetic energy, slammed into the direction from which the crossbow bolt had come.

Click!

The thick red pine trunk was blasted in half, with wood chips flying everywhere, as if a cloud of yellow mist had exploded out of thin air.

"Black Dragon! Azure Dragon! Charge!!"

Zhao Shanhe used the recoil to steady himself and let out a roar.

The two hunting dogs, whose eyes were already bloodshot from holding back their hunger, pounced like two black arrows released from a bow, directly into the bushes where wood chips were flying everywhere.

"court death!"

From deep within the woods came an old, hoarse curse.

Immediately afterwards, the bushes swayed violently.

An old man wearing a tattered sheepskin coat and with a wrinkled face suddenly rushed out amidst the flying sawdust!

He did not retreat; instead, he charged forward.

He held a half-foot-long hunting knife upside down in his hand, his movements were extremely fast, like an old ape that had become a spirit, his feet moved in a strange "zigzag" pattern, and in the blink of an eye he rushed across the ten-meter line between life and death.

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Shanhe's eyes.

One more shot!

He slightly turned his body, and the muzzle of his gun moved rapidly along with the old man's body, anticipating the opponent's landing point. He decisively pulled the second trigger with his index finger.

boom!

The second slug shot out of the barrel, spitting fire.

If it were an ordinary person, this would be certain death.

But that old man was simply amazing.

Just before the gun went off, he seemed to sense the danger, his knees buckled, and he slid down the hard "iron-shell snow" at lightning speed!

Whoosh-!

The slug grazed past his dog-skin hat, sending sparks flying from a rock behind him.

"Little brat! Not bad with a shot!"

The old man dodged the fatal blow and slid to within three steps of Zhao Shanhe.

Using the momentum of his slide, he sprang up from the snow, his hunting knife slashing upwards towards Zhao Shanhe's abdomen!

This move is called "Wild Boar's Groin Attack".

Insidious and ruthless, a single blow can result in disembowelment.

The distance was too close; there wasn't enough time to reload.

A fierce glint flashed in Zhao Shanhe's eyes. He used the empty double-barreled shotgun in his hand as a fire poker, gripped the barrel with both hands, and swung it around to smash it hard against the old man's head!

If you try to disembowel me, I'll smash your head in!

This is a completely mutually destructive strategy.

The old man's expression changed; he clearly hadn't expected this seemingly delicate young man to be even more reckless than him when it came to fighting.

He had no choice but to change tactics midway, and his hunting knife was placed horizontally.

when!

The steel gun barrel slammed hard against the thick back of the hunting knife.

A piercing metallic crack.

The immense recoil caused both of them to feel a tingling sensation in their hands and feet.

The hunting rifle in Zhao Shanhe's hand flew out and spun into the snow.

The old man's hunting knife was also knocked off course by half an inch.

But this old man is too experienced.

Using the force of the blow that deflected him, he twisted his body, his left hand forming a claw, and with a gust of bloody wind, he grabbed straight at Zhao Shanhe's face!

Those fingernails were full of black grime; if that claw had landed firmly, Zhao Shanhe's eyes would have been gouged out.

Instead of retreating, Zhao Shanhe advanced.

He suddenly ducked and used his sturdy dog-skin hat to withstand the old man's claw attack.

Stab it!

My hat was torn, and my scalp burned with pain.

But Zhao Shanhe didn't even utter a sound. Taking advantage of the moment when they were close together, he suddenly raised his right knee and, like an iron hammer, slammed it into the old man's crotch!

boom!

The old man reacted extremely quickly, raising his knee to meet the attack.

The two kneecaps collided violently, producing a dull thud that made your teeth ache.

Both of them groaned simultaneously and took two steps back.

Zhao Shanhe felt a sharp pain in his kneecap, as if it were cracked, and cold sweat instantly broke out.

The old man wasn't feeling well either; one of his legs was trembling slightly. Clearly, in this head-on collision, neither of them gained the upper hand.

"Such hard bones."

The old man spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and a cannibalistic green light shone in his cloudy eyes:

"It's been so many years since the Greater Khingan Mountains have produced such a ruthless newbie as you."

Zhao Shanhe remained silent.

He swiftly reached for his waist with his right hand. Clang! A flash of cold light. A fine steel hunting knife was drawn from its sheath.

The blade is thick and wide, and the edge gleams with a chilling aura under the snow.

This is not the kind of flimsy dagger, but a heavy hunting knife capable of cleaving bones and tendons.

Meanwhile, the dogfight next to them also reached a fever pitch.

The two wolfhounds the old man brought were clearly mute dogs specially trained to kill; they were extremely ferocious.

But they encountered a blue dragon and a black dragon.

The Azure Dragon, with its powerful and heavy body, bit down hard on the neck of a blue wolf. No matter how the wolf tore at its ears, it wouldn't let go. This was a typical "domineering bite," a fight to the death.

The Black Dragon is even more sinister.

Using its size advantage, it crawled under the belly of another wolf.

Oh!

A sharp, tearing sound, like tearing silk.

The black dragon tilted its head back and took a bite, tearing open the wolf's softest belly.

The moment its intestines spilled out, the wolf let out a piercing scream and collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

"waste!"

The old man cursed, but it was unclear whether he was cursing the dog or something else.

He glanced at the fallen Lang Qing, his eyelids twitched, and his grip on the knife tightened.

The situation has changed.

One of his dogs died, and the other was also suppressed.

If this drags on any longer, and Zhao Shanhe gets free to deal with it, along with the two dogs, this old man will be done for today.

We must finish this quickly!

"Die!!"

The old man suddenly roared, the snow beneath his feet exploded, and he lunged forward, his hunting knife turning into a white light, aiming straight for Zhao Shanhe's heart.

This strike was swift, precise, and ruthless, carrying an indomitable and fierce momentum.

Zhao Shanhe's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

He didn't hide.

At this distance, hiding means death.

He turned to the side, using the sheepskin coat on his left arm to block the knife, while at the same time, the Green Dragon hunting knife in his right hand shot out like a venomous snake, aiming for the old man's carotid artery!

puff!

The old man's knife pierced through Zhao Shanhe's left sleeve, drawing a string of blood beads.

But Zhao Shanhe's knife arrived as well.

The old man desperately tilted his head to the side.

呲!

The hunting knife slashed a bloody gash across his neck, and blood gushed out instantly.

The two separated again, panting heavily, their blood staining the snow beneath their feet.

At this critical moment, when life and death hung in the balance.

The old man's peripheral vision suddenly swept towards the base of the big tree.

The young man, whom Zhao Shanhe had always treated like a piece of trash and who had scared him so much that he wet his pants, was now trembling as he got up from the snow.

The old man's eyes suddenly turned ferocious. He didn't rush forward to fight anymore, but instead suddenly roared, his voice as shrill as a cuckoo crying blood:

"Tiger!!"

"shot!!!"

"Kill him! If he doesn't die, you die! Shoot him!!!"

Zhao Shanhe was startled.

Is this old man bluffing?

No.

The young man, whom he had always regarded as a piece of trash, was now trembling as he pulled out a double-barreled homemade cannon with its barrel sawed off from under a pile of tattered military coats!

The dark muzzle of the gun, trembling, slowly rose and aimed at Zhao Shanhe's chest.