After launching that palm strike, Song Qiao felt the numbness in his limbs intensifying!
The numbness indicated that the poison was affecting his nervous system.
Its worsening meant the poison was specifically designed to restrict movement!
It wasn't that Song Qiao didn't want to leave the area quickly.
But he felt like he was sinking into a swamp with this poison.
He was certain that the more he moved, the weaker his body would become!
Under these circumstances, he quickly held his breath, ensuring he wouldn't inhale more of the toxic mist.
At the same time, he used his internal energy to seal his meridians, stopping the poison from circulating further in his blood.
These actions weren't difficult. The hardest part was forcing the toxins out of his body!
On the outer edge of the poison cloud, Mo Ling was becoming frantic.
She looked left at Wei Feng, whose leg was severely injured, and then right at Song Qiao, who was resisting the poison.
Never before had she felt so conflicted!
"Are you alright? What about Deng Hui?"
Mo Ling sniffled and looked at Wei Feng, asking with a hint of pity.
He was already injured; asking him to shoulder the responsibility of protecting Deng Hui alone was indeed too much.
But Wei Feng grinned and patted his chest, saying, "No problem!"
"If that kid gets hurt, I'll chop off my own head!"
With that, Wei Feng steadily ran towards where Deng Hui was.
One couldn't tell that several shrapnel pieces were still deeply lodged in his leg.
He was also worried about Song Qiao's safety, but Deng Hui needed attention as well.
Mo Ling tightened the bandage and was about to rush towards the poison cloud where Song Qiao was!
*Bang!*
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out!
Mo Ling pushed off with her feet, executing a swift backward retreat.
Once stable, she looked closely and saw that the two people who had fled earlier had returned!
And they had brought more teammates!
Perhaps they thought Song Qiao, poisoned, was no longer a threat and his death was only a matter of time.
Thus, they weren't paying too much attention to him.
In fact, they didn't bother much with Mo Ling either.
They only sent one person to distract her, while the others advanced towards Wei Feng's position!
They had clearly changed their combat plan.
Knowing this group was difficult to deal with, they intended to quickly reduce their numbers!
Mo Ling was worried about Song Qiao's situation, and Wei Feng was already severely injured.
Coupled with being pinned down herself, she began to feel agitated.
Gunshots rang out again, and Mo Ling's footwork became increasingly erratic.
She even made significant errors in judging cover.
Fortunately, her bulletproof vest saved her from being killed.
However, in this state, Mo Ling had no chance to find a way out!
She was even in great danger herself!
Gradually, fatigue began to show. While trying to find a footing, she even slipped on a stone.
This caused her body to lurch forward and fall to the ground!
"No good!"
Mo Ling's eyes widened, and her heart tightened.
With a look of panic, she looked up and saw a rifle pointed directly at her!
The man held the rifle with both hands, his face contorted in a sinister expression.
A cold smile spread across his lips as he said, "Goodbye, Captain Mo!"
As he spoke, he lightly pressed his index finger on the trigger!
Just as the bullet was about to fire, his index finger seemed to lose connection with his body, failing to press down further!
The man's eyes widened, bewildered by this strange occurrence.
With a terrified expression, he lowered his head to inspect.
He found that his entire index finger had been severed!
Blood stained the trigger area.
As expected of the elites of the "Shan Shui" team, an ordinary person would have been paralyzed with fear in such a bizarre situation.
But he didn't overthink it. If his index finger was gone, he'd use his middle finger!
He continued to try and pull the trigger to kill Mo Ling!
But the next moment, Song Qiao, who had appeared behind him at some unknown point, reached around his neck with both hands and twisted forcefully!
*Crack!*
The man's hands drooped powerlessly, his breath instantly ceasing.
"Song Qiao!" Mo Ling shouted excitedly.
In her overwhelming relief, she even began to stammer.
"You... you're okay?"
Song Qiao casually flicked a few more stones towards Wei Feng's position for support, responding.
"I'm fine. I'll go rescue Wei Feng first; he can't hold on much longer!"
"I'll go with you!"
Wei Feng was indeed struggling immensely.
With his leg already injured, he could only force himself to keep moving.
Yet, he was being ganged up on by several people.
Sometimes, he felt it would have been better to be dead!
Although Chen Chen and Lu Wei, those two brothers, had finally finished their fight and returned to help, the enemy had also increased their numbers this round!
The battlefield was in chaos.
Time was of the essence. Song Qiao determined this was likely the enemy's final offensive.
However, he did not let down his guard and instructed Mo Ling.
"Find a way to locate that sniper."
"He's been inactive, and I worry he's waiting for us to let our guard down before firing."
Mo Ling's body suddenly stiffened upon hearing this.
In her panic earlier, she had almost forgotten about him!
"Understood! I'll go now!"
"Be careful. Call me if anything happens."
Although the duration of the second flare had passed,
in the dimly lit forest, everyone could only fight at close quarters.
But no one knew if a third flare might suddenly appear.
Furthermore, the sniper's position wasn't too far from them.
Perhaps the sounds of combat could help pinpoint the target's location.
Regardless, having someone lurking in the shadows was incredibly dangerous!
Mo Ling silently infiltrated the forest.
While searching for the sniper in the darkness, she also cautiously scanned for any other ambushes.
Song Qiao returned to the front line, joining Wei Feng and the others to resist the enemy's attack!
Wei Feng cried out in agony as a Japanese martial artist.
Seeing a sword lunging towards him, with his wound and depleted energy,
he couldn't possibly dodge such a bizarre sword strike!
Even more critically, the ceramic armor layered inside his bulletproof vest had already shattered into countless fragments!
At this point, it couldn't block the incoming sword!
"Old Wei!" Chen Chen shouted.
He quickly punched away the enemy he was entangled with, intending to rush back and help.
But there simply wasn't enough time!
As for Lu Wei, he had already become a bloodthirsty killer.
He had no mind to check on his teammates' conditions!
At the critical moment, Song Qiao suddenly raised his hand and blocked Wei Feng's path with a palm strike.
Simultaneously, he sidestepped, avoiding the frontal sword thrust!
The samurai quickly retracted his sword.
His feet moved with incredible lightness, as if gliding across the ground.
He retreated a couple of steps, also dodging Song Qiao's palm strike.
Then, he gripped his sword with both hands, assuming a stance, ready to attack again!
"The 'Shan Shui' team is indeed full of hidden talents! I didn't expect there to be a martial artist from Japan."
Song Qiao snorted, standing in front of Wei Feng and scrutinizing the opponent.
Noticing Chen Chen returning to reinforce, he instructed.
"You take care of the others. This guy is mine!"