Chapter 1502 - 1503: I Don't Intend to Spare You
In fact, Yang Fei's situation was far from as easy as Mad Blade described.
There isn't a single King Sniper on the global sniper ranking who is easy to confront.
Smith, ranking in the top three, possesses unimaginable strength.
Since entering the jungle, Yang Fei lost track of Smith.
Yang Fei pushed Snake Stupefaction to its limits, yet still couldn't locate Smith's hiding spot.
This is one of the most feared situations in sniper duels, known as static sniping.
Yang Fei had no way of determining what angle or timing the enemy's bullet would fire, and by the time he realized it, it might already be an inescapable deadly trap.
However, Yang Fei had no choice but to keep on Smith's trail.
If he lost track of him, the guy would turn around and target Evil Dragon's brothers, which was the last thing Yang Fei wanted to see happen.
Yang Fei carefully slithered and crept through the jungle, utilizing Snake Stupefaction to its limit, searching inch by inch.
However, Yang Fei still couldn't detect Smith's presence.
This was the Innate Divine Ability of the Chameleon, Camouflage, and Stealth, which were inherently the Chameleon's most terrifying skills.
The Turtle Extreme within Yang Fei's body continuously sent subtle warnings, alerting him to the jungle's dangers, reminding Yang Fei to avoid dangers.
Yang Fei discovered that as he delved deeper into his search, Turtle Extreme's warnings became more frequent and urgent.
This indicated that he was unconsciously getting closer and closer to Smith.
Finally, the Turtle Extreme within Yang Fei was nearly screaming.
Yang Fei also felt a needle-prick pain at the location of his heart.
He suddenly somersaulted into a dense thicket and vanished.
Not far away, Smith's finger was on the trigger, his tensed finger already exerting force, his face a picture of astonishment and regret.
After a prolonged wait and lurking, he had reached the best moment and was preparing to shoot.
But this guy was more cunning than a ghost, suddenly disappearing in that fraction of a second.
In fact, Yang Fei had already appeared in Smith's line of sight long ago.
However, this guy's figure was too mysterious, his speed fluctuating, the path forward was zigzagging, turning left and right unpredictably.
Smith couldn't capture his form, unable to pull the trigger.
Smith knew that the two special abilities of the chameleon's Camouflage and Stealth were his great magical treasures for defeating Yang Fei.
He knew deeply that if he made a mistake, he would expose his position, losing all his advantage.
Thus, Smith continuously hesitated.
Smith's hesitation cost him his best opportunity to snipe Yang Fei.
Now that Yang Fei has lurked into the jungle, Smith was left reeling in regret.
From the moment Yang Fei's silhouette disappeared into the jungle, Smith knew that his advantage was completely gone.
Smith slowly moved within the dense forest, trying to find Yang Fei's traces.
Yet Yang Fei seemed to have vanished into thin air and was nowhere to be found.
Smith showed no sign of discouragement; he knew as long as Yang Fei was still in this jungle, he would find his trace and then blow his brains out with one shot.
Suddenly, Smith halted his steps when he noticed a hint of a grass-green cloth in the thicket ahead.
Smith's heart surged with joy, confronting a King Sniper, this guy made such a mistake, truly deserving of death.
Without hesitation, he raised his heavy sniper rifle, aiming at the thicket, and pulled the trigger with force, firing with a bang.
A grass-green military uniform gracefully floated up, carried by the bullet's inertia.
The shreds of fabric blown apart by the bullet fluttered in the air along with the uniform.
"Not good, it's the Substitute Puppet Technique."
Smith was startled, quickly somersaulted, and fled into the depths of the thicket.
Bang bang!
Smith's body had barely left its original position when two bullets grazed passed.
One bullet left a deep scratch on his cheek.
Cold sweat quickly appeared on Smith's forehead, yet his body showed no sign of stopping.
His entire body sprang up like a big lobster.
Then, he dived like a swallow into a thicket.
Whoosh!
A triangular military spike silently pierced out from the thicket.
Smith was shocked, using all his strength to dodge to the left.
Whoosh!
Although Smith avoided his vital throat area, he was still stabbed in the shoulder by the triangular military spike.
He let out a roar and rapidly retreated backward, intending to use the speed of retreating to break free from the spike.
However, Yang Fei advanced step by step, shadowing closely, pushing the spike hard into Smith's shoulder.
Smith was both furious and terrified.
He couldn't imagine that Yang Fei, who was just struggling under his gun's aim, could suddenly appear in front of him, ambushing him.
Was this guy human or a ghost?
Yang Fei lowered his head, staring deadly at Smith, with a grim smile on his lips, appearing more terrifying than a devil in Smith's eyes.
Throughout his life, Smith had encountered countless formidable foes, especially in jungle sniping, never meeting an equal.
But at this instant, he felt the threat of destruction, knowing one careless move could spell his end.
Thud!
Smith's figure was pinned by Yang Fei's triangular military spike onto a birch tree trunk.
He let out a painful scream, retrieving his pistol.
But before he could pull the trigger, Yang Fei's hand had already grabbed his wrist.
With a crack, Yang Fei twisted Smith's wrist, and promptly pointed the dark muzzle of the gun at Smith's brow.
Smith, pinned to the tree trunk, was unable to move.
Watching Yang Fei's gun muzzle trained on his forehead, Smith could not help but feel a wave of panic.
"No, don't shoot!"
Yang Fei coldly laughed, "Sorry, I don't intend to spare you. Goodbye."
Bang!
Smith took a bullet to his forehead, and the bullet pierced straight through.
A spray of blood burst from the back of his head, painting the birch tree's bark a vivid red.
Smith's mouth gaped open, blood gushing out.
The Chameleon's genes were extremely powerful, even though Smith was gravely injured, he wouldn't die right away.
He stared wide-eyed in shock, throat gurgling, eyes filled with deep regret.
Finally, Smith cried out, "I hate it! Why didn't I shoot you the first chance I got?"
Saying this, Smith was already on his last breath, his breathing growing weaker.
Yang Fei coldly laughed, "Sorry, there's no remedy for regret in life. Just as you said, I won't spare you either."
As he spoke, the gun slowly lowered to Smith's heart, pulling the trigger with another bang.
Smith rolled his eyes white, fresh blood streaming from his mouth.
He stared at Yang Fei in shock, seemingly unable to believe that he would audaciously pull the trigger.
Finally, a moment later, Smith's head tilted, his breathing ceased, dying with unfulfilled eyes.
Yang Fei let out a sigh of relief.
The struggle with Smith seemed casual and simple, yet Yang Fei had exerted all his strength; only when his nerves relaxed did he realize his body was drenched in cold sweat.
At this moment, a chilly voice permeated Yang Fei's ears.
"Mr. Yang Fei, we meet again."