Realizing the visitor's ill intentions, Han Lang immediately became cautious.
While quickly sealing the acupoints near his wound to stop the bleeding, he gravely assessed the uninvited guest before him.
"Since your purpose is clear, you must be acting on someone's behalf?"
The man chuckled sinisterly again. "Heh, what's the point of you, a dying man, finding out who's behind me?"
Han Lang seized the opportunity. "Even in death, I'd like to know why."
"So verbose!"
Before the man could finish speaking, he lunged forward like an arrow loosed from a bow, his sharp blade aimed directly at Han Lang's heart.
Han Lang dared not be careless and immediately unleashed his divine sense.
In the poorly lit jungle, he needed to clearly track the enemy's movements and simultaneously search the surroundings for any hidden accomplices.
With a swift movement, in a flash of lightning, he precisely dodged the attack, leaping to safety before sneering.
"You dare come to assassinate me alone?"
The man, having missed his strike, felt a pang of regret.
He attributed Han Lang's timely dodge of the fatal blow purely to luck, never considering that Han Lang possessed such skill.
"Heh, do I need backup to kill an ant like you? You dodged this move, but do you think you can dodge the next one?"
The man attacked again suddenly, a swift strike sweeping across Han Lang's exposed midsection.
Han Lang calmly bent slightly, the blade grazing his stomach, about an inch away.
The man was somewhat surprised.
He hadn't expected Han Lang to actually dodge his second wave of attack.
In a moment of urgency, he redirected his blade, thrusting it towards Han Lang's back.
Han Lang quickly turned, pushing the man's arm forward with both palms, using the rebound force to create distance again.
The man grew puzzled.
He couldn't believe Han Lang had managed to dodge his three consecutive moves!
And each move had been so close to claiming Han Lang's life.
Could this truly be luck?
Or was this person's strength actually beyond Gou Feng's assessment?
"Hmph, you've got some skills. It seems I underestimated you! But you're only barely dodging my attacks each time. I'm curious, how long can you last!"
Han Lang's mind was filled with exasperation at these words.
After these three probing moves, he had a basic understanding of the opponent's cultivation identity. He had even concluded that the opponent was definitely not his match.
Yet, the man still maintained an arrogant, condescending demeanor, completely unaware of his situation, which Han Lang found amusing.
"Where does all this confidence of yours come from? Didn't your mother teach you that there's always someone better?"
Hearing such mockery, the man became instantly enraged.
"Once you're a corpse, you'll naturally know where my confidence comes from!"
With that, he attacked Han Lang again.
Just as Han Lang was preparing to get serious and teach him a lesson,
A burly figure suddenly burst from the jungle and delivered a flying kick to the man's elbow.
The man was startled and quickly retracted his attack to defend, narrowly avoiding the blow.
Before he could regain his balance, Ma Long's rough voice echoed.
"Little sir, you're not being fair! You're having all the fun here while sending me to catch pheasants. Fortunately, I'm agile and caught two of them quickly, returning just in time. Otherwise, I would have missed this golden opportunity!"
With that, he tossed the two pheasants in his hands at Han Lang's feet with a huff.
Han Lang felt a headache coming on, thinking, "They've come looking for me, and it's not like I can control that."
Being completely ignored, the man grew even more enraged. His lips curled, and he chuckled sinisterly again.
"Heh heh heh... So you're that retired special forces bodyguard by his side! Perfect timing, saving me the trouble of looking for you later. I'll take care of both of you today, and then I can report back early!"
Ma Long feigned shock. "Wow! Did you hear that, little sir? He wants to take on both of us alone! How about this, you stand aside and don't interfere! Let me, the security guard, deal with him first. Otherwise, if people find out we ganged up on one person, they'll laugh their heads off!"
Han Lang couldn't help but chuckle at this.
He knew exactly what Ma Long was up to.
Ever since his body tempering initiated the path of cultivation, he had been diligently practicing without much excitement. He hadn't had a chance to test his skills yet, and now that the opportunity had arisen, he certainly wouldn't pass it up!
"Alright, be careful. If you can't handle it, just call me to switch."
"No problem!"
Ma Long rubbed his hands together, eager for the fight.
The man, however, was furious.
He immediately raised his dagger and charged towards them.
Ma Long had been waiting for this moment.
Following closely behind, he stomped his foot and met the charge with his fists.
Their attack speed was incredibly fast, imperceptible to the naked eye of ordinary people. They moved like two streaks of lightning, constantly colliding.
In just a few breaths, they had exchanged dozens of blows.
Ma Long grew more excited as they fought.
Hooks, strikes, and various techniques were unleashed!
The man, however, became increasingly alarmed.
If his initial probing moves against Han Lang hadn't made him think in this direction, then fighting Ma Long to a standstill, and even being subtly suppressed by him in these dozens of exchanges, was enough to make him fully realize Ma Long's true identity!
"You're not a retired special forces soldier, you're also a martial artist?" he asked in surprise during a brief lull in their exchange.
Ma Long seized the opening and punched him in the chest, sending him flying.
He then grumbled unhappily, "If you're going to fight, just fight. What's with all the chatter? You gave me an opening, and now people will think I won unfairly. No, no, let's start over!"
Although Ma Long didn't answer directly, he had essentially confirmed it.
The man got to his feet, rubbing his chest, and looked at Ma Long in disbelief.
While he had indeed been slightly distracted by surprise during their earlier exchange,
He knew very well that such a subtle opening would never have been exploited by an ordinary special forces soldier.
The only possibility was that the other party's strength was indeed superior to his!
If the other party was alone, he might have had a chance to fight back;
But the frail man he had injured earlier, standing not far away, hadn't moved an inch since the special forces soldier appeared.
It was obvious that his strength was at least comparable to this special forces soldier.
In such a situation, what were his chances of winning?
With this thought, the man began to consider retreating.
"Hmph, I was momentarily careless and you exploited it. Do you really think you can beat me?"
Hearing this, Ma Long chuckled and reignited his fighting spirit.
"Alright, alright, let's fight again!"
With that, he assumed a ready stance.
The man didn't hesitate, immediately throwing a flying knife and using the opportunity to quickly turn and flee in the opposite direction.
"Trying to escape!"
Han Lang and Ma Long reacted instantly. They dodged the speeding flying knife slightly and, without pausing, pursued him together.