In the primeval dense forest, a ten-man hunting team was running at great speed, and was rapidly advancing in the direction of the north.

Each of them was shrouded in a strange faint black mist, isolating the aura on their bodies and even their whereabouts, so that they could advance in a straight line, even if they passed through the territory of some lord-level boss monsters, they didn't have to worry about being discovered.

"Ono-kun, I've captured the traces of those Chinese guys!" One of the Japanese samurai had scarlet light flashing in his eyes, and a series of distant pictures flew in front of his eyes, and finally froze on a small hillside three kilometers away, and the miniature figures of Su Chen and the others could be seen appearing.

"They've just been through a big battle and are recuperating, but they seem to have spotted us!" the Japanese samurai's perceptual ability was very keen, and he suddenly raised his hand to point to the warhawk hovering and flying in the sky.

"Do you want to take that eagle down?" asked another Japanese samurai with long-range attacks.

"Don't bother, just let them know, otherwise, one raid will end the battle, and it will be too boring. Jiro Ono, who was assigned by Kenji Kawasaki as the captain of this hunt operation, waved his hand, very confident.

Not only that, but Ono Jiro simply asked a person in the team with the talent potential of sound waves to raise his voice and yelled provocatively: "The sick man of East Asia, come out and die!"

The sound waves spread rapidly in circles, resounding throughout the dense forest.

"Gentlemen, I guess those East Asian sick and husbands are now trembling with fear, so let's follow the example of our ancestors and martyrs, and have a real competition between men, and see who has the most heads cut by the war knife in their hands!" Ono Jiro laughed wildly and rushed out first, while the other nine also drew their katanas and followed with a sinister smile.

After leaving the field of vision of Colonel William, Ono Jiro and the others no longer had their previous pug image, their eyes were bloodthirsty and hideous, revealing their true fangs.

The most important thing is that they are extremely confident in their own strength, and their past achievements in the Flame Glory Field also give them full confidence, and they will win this battle!

"The sick man of East Asia?!"

Hearing the sound that resounded in the sky above the dense forest, Ye Xiaoxiong and the others' eyes were red, and they were extremely angry, even Zhang Zhiyuan, who was inhumane, turned cold, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Zhang Zhiyuan, change the plan, you defend and counterattack according to the established tactics, and I will attack alone, involving and dispersing their fighters as much as possible. Su Chen said in a deep voice.

"Okay!" Zhang Zhiyuan frowned slightly, but after taking a deep look at Su Chen, he finally agreed.

Su Chen nodded slightly, didn't say anything more, and the whole person rushed into the dense forest like an arrow from the string.

The blood is burning!

Although he deliberately kept his distance from the military and did not want to mix in, as a bloody Chinese, when he heard the other party insult his country like this, Su Chen suddenly felt a raging flame surging in his chest, and even the blood of his whole body seemed to be burning.

An incomparably violent killing intent came out of his body, and for the first time, Su Chen's heart was full of killing desire, and he desperately wanted to vent the anger in his heart.

At the same time, the ten-man hunting team in Japan also noticed Su Chen's movements.

"Ono-kun, there's a guy who left the team and went it alone, and it looks like he's going to make a detour to our flanks and distract us. The Japanese samurai in the team reminded him.

"Tsuyoshi Mura, I'm cheap, go and kill that guy who thinks he's smart. Ono Jiro smiled and ordered.

Hearing this, a man covered in tendons and flesh in the team came out with a cruel smile, and saw him kicking the ground with his legs, exerting a slight force, the ground suddenly scavenged and cracked, and the whole person roared out like a cannonball, showing incomparably terrifying strength and explosiveness, and the momentum was very terrifying.

"There are also five pigs, and the killing feast begins, oh, by the way, there seems to be a superb Chinese chick among them, the old rule, rape first and then kill!" Ono Jiro licked his lips and said with a sinister smile.

As for the battle on Muragang's side, there was no need to worry about it, but to mourn for the poor Chinese guy.

But just as they thought so, and they were already running up one by one, they suddenly heard an extremely terrible scream from behind them.

"Tsuyoshi Mura?!"

Feeling that the voice was somewhat familiar, Ono Jiro and the others stiffened, immediately stopped their figures, turned around quickly, and then saw an extremely terrifying and unbelievable scene.

I saw that Mura Gang flew back upside down at a faster speed than just now, and his limbs were bent irregularly, and they were all broken, and they fell to the ground heavily, rolling on the ground in pain.

"Bang!"

Under the stunned gaze of Ono Jiro and others, a stone whistled and exploded Muratsuyo's head.

Su Chen, who was in the distance, made a gesture to wipe his neck, then turned around and disappeared into the dense forest.

"Damn! the three of you together, you must catch that damn guy, Lao Tzu wants to live, and then kill him with a knife!" Ono Jiro couldn't help but roar angrily after he reacted.

This time, he didn't dare to be careless, and directly sent three good hands, vowing to capture the guy who dared to provoke their great Japanese samurai.

Not only that, but he also kept an eye on the guy in the team who had a keen sense of perception to be responsible for detecting and making timely adjustments.

After a short while, the guy in the team with keen perception changed his expression greatly, his face was pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he stammered: "Little ...... Ono-kun, he ...... They ......"

"Yaga! What the hell are you talking about, bastard?!" Ono Jiro rushed up and slapped him hard, and while the guy was pumping, he also cured his stuttering.

"Ono-kun, all three of them are dead, what a miserable death!" the perceptive creature cried out over his swollen cheeks.

"How is this possible?!" Ono Jiro's sky-high anger instantly vanished, and a chill ran down his spine, and the rest of the others were no better, their faces were like earth, and their bodies trembled unconsciously.

First Mura Gang, and then the three of them together, but in less than a minute, they were all killed, and it seemed that they had no power to fight back, which was also terrifying.

This is no longer a battle, it is completely one-sided torture.