Flying Eagle retreated two steps, clutching his chest, and almost couldn't stand upright with a muffled groan!
This Mantis was even more formidable than he had imagined. If things continued like this, he feared he would lose to him! What should he do?
Was he doomed to die at the hands of his father's murderer instead of avenging him?
How could Flying Eagle resign himself to this!
At that moment, Flying Eagle suddenly remembered that there was still a Talisman Paper in the Brocade Bag Lin Beichen had given him. He hadn't looked before and didn't know if it would help at this moment.
Flying Eagle immediately reached to take the Talisman Paper out of his pocket, but at this time, Mantis lunged forward with a heavy punch aimed straight at his face.
Flying Eagle swiftly dodged, rolled on the ground, and simultaneously pulled the Talisman Paper from his pocket.
He hurriedly unfolded the Talisman Paper, but just as he was about to see what kind it was, Mantis attacked him again.
Instinctively, Flying Eagle raised his hand holding the Talisman Paper to block the attack and precisely caught Mantis's fierce punch.
The moment Mantis's fist touched the Talisman Paper, a dazzling flash of lightning appeared on the paper.
Immediately after, a surge of blue electricity rapidly coursed through Mantis's arm, filling him with excruciating pain.
Mantis's face instantly turned ashen, and he quickly withdrew his hand, cold sweat streaming from his forehead.
He was shocked beyond belief. What on earth was this boy holding? It could emit electricity. His arm now felt as if struck by lightning—both painful and numb, almost losing sensation.
Could this boy have mastered some sort of Demon Technique?
Flying Eagle watched Mantis clutch his arm in pain, feeling puzzled yet quickly realizing that the Talisman Paper from Lin Beichen was taking effect.
Seizing this rare opportunity, he clenched his fist and launched a fierce attack on Mantis.
Due to the intense pain in his arm, Mantis's reactions noticeably slowed, and Flying Eagle's punch landed heavily on his chest.
Mantis staggered back, feeling an indescribable bitterness rising in his throat.
Flying Eagle gave Mantis no chance to breathe, his attacks surging like waves.
Under the dual assault of severe pain and Flying Eagle's relentless offense, Mantis quickly found himself at a disadvantage.
Flying Eagle leaped up, delivering a powerful sweeping kick.
A chilling sound of a bone cracking echoed through the air.
"Ah!" Mantis screamed in agony, a pained expression contorting his face, veins bulging on his neck.
Flying Eagle's kick landed right on Mantis's already injured arm, making him feel as if it had shattered.
Watching Mantis clutch his arm in agony, Flying Eagle's eyes flashed with a hint of satisfaction.
Thanks to Lin Beichen's Talisman Paper, otherwise it would have been him lying on the ground now.
He didn't expect the Talisman Paper to be so powerful, capable of summoning lightning. Could this be the Thunder Talisman often mentioned in TV dramas?
However, Flying Eagle had no time to delve into this question. He resolutely stepped forward, mercilessly twisting and breaking Mantis's other arm.
"Ah!" Mantis screamed again, dropping to his knees, both arms hanging limply at his sides.
With both arms incapacitated, Mantis could no longer resist.
He raised his pale face to look at Flying Eagle, forehead dotted with large beads of sweat.
Flying Eagle gazed at the kneeling Mantis, a gleam of ruthlessness in his eyes. Years of effort were finally about to pay off at this moment.
Now, he could finally avenge his father!
Flying Eagle kicked up Mantis's fallen pistol, caught it deftly, cocked it, and aimed it at Mantis.
"Die!" Mantis looked up at Flying Eagle, face filled with terror. He tried moving his legs in an attempt to flee.
Even mercenaries once feared by many were filled with dread when facing death.
Despite knowing escape was impossible, he instinctively tried to struggle and seek any chance of survival.
"Bang!" A gunshot pierced the silence of the night. The bullet went through Mantis's chest, extinguishing all his hope.
Flying Eagle watched the now breathless Mantis, his eyes unable to hide his excitement.
He had finally avenged his father! At this moment, his heart was filled with complex emotions, but he had no time to savor them.
His comrade Flame was still in danger, buying him time to focus on personally avenging against Mantis while still engaging with those mercenaries.
So Flying Eagle swiftly grabbed the assault rifle from the ground and headed toward Flame's direction… Meanwhile, Flame, allowing Flying Eagle to personally kill Mantis and avenge his father, distracted the group of mercenaries with his gun.
He shot down the lead squad of mercenaries, but their numbers were vast, and Flame gradually became overwhelmed, forcing him to retreat. He deftly dodged the pursuers, seeing a dark building ahead, he flipped inside and climbed onto the second floor, jumping in.
Inside the room, Flame navigated through the darkness. The room was sparsely furnished with just a table, two chairs, and a bookshelf, appearing to be a simple study.
Flame suddenly heard footsteps, hurriedly pressing against the wall to listen carefully to the commotion outside. The heavy rain had stopped, and he clearly heard the footsteps drawing closer, followed by the sound of a door being forced open.
The mercenaries had reached this point! Flame's heart tightened, unsure of what to do or whether Flying Eagle had succeeded. Even if Flying Eagle had succeeded, breaking out was no easy task, with thirty or forty opponents. Charging out directly was a losing battle. Could he only surrender?