C53 The Price of Blood

Seeing Mr. Ruan's attack, Dong Wen Feng gasped in admiration. The opponent was extremely skilled, and had a rich amount of battle experience, tricking him with just one feint, then going straight for his own throat.

The throat was one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body. If he could grab hold of it now, he would probably lose his life.

A look of satisfaction flashed past Mr. Ruan's eyes, the power of his claws became even stronger, he looked at Dong Wen Feng like he was looking at a corpse.

His strength and speed had both reached their peak. He was confident that no matter who came, they would not be able to dodge his attack, not even himself!

But in the next second, Mr. Ruan was stunned, his face filled with disbelief.

Dong Wen Feng had tightly grabbed onto his wrist, and was unable to place a single bit of energy into his body.

"This... How is that possible?! " Mr. Ruan cried out in shock, his eyes filled with shock.

All this while, he had been very confident in his own speed. There might be people who were faster than him, but that definitely shouldn't include this guy in front of him!

However, just now, when his hand was about to grab the other's throat, the latter had been able to react and block his attack!

Mr. Ruan couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. At their level, if he wanted to increase his reaction speed, it would be difficult to do it, not to mention that the guy in front of him was much faster than him!

How terrifying must his strength be!

"Your kung fu is not bad. However, it is just not bad at all." Dong Wen Feng said indifferently.

Mr. Ruan felt Dong Wen Feng's contempt, and felt a sense of humiliation. As a soldier of Southeast Asia, his pride did not allow anyone to treat him in such a way!

"Go to hell!" The Mr. Ruan bellowed, and smashed his other fist at Dong Wen Feng's face.

"You overestimate yourself!" Dong Wen Feng's eyes flashed a look of ridicule, he released his opponent's hand and also threw out a punch.

Bang!

Their fists collided in the air, producing a muffled sound.

The huge impact forced Mr. Ruan to retreat, leaving behind a long footprint on the ground. After about ten steps, Mr. Ruan was able to stand firm on his feet.

Intense pain came from his left arm from time to time, causing him to frown.

Especially when he saw Dong Wen Feng standing there, his expression became even uglier.

In the previous match, he had lost!

"Brat, you have successfully angered me!" Mr. Ruan's voice was low, as if she was trying to suppress her emotions.

"So what?" Dong Wen Feng said in disdain.

"Hehe, I will soon let you experience the feeling of living a life worse than death!" Mr. Ruan laughed sinisterly as he took out a small blue pill from his pocket and swallowed it.

"Strengthening Drugs?" Dong Wen Feng shook his head and sighed: "Don't you people in Southeast Asia have brains? Even something as big as this can be eaten like a pill. "

The strengthening drug was a medicine developed by the Southeast Asian military. It could stimulate one's potential to the maximum extent. According to the test, it could increase one's speed and strength by several folds within half an hour.

Back then, when Dong Wen Feng fought with the Southeast Asian Special Forces, they all carried this medicine on them, so he recognized it with a single glance.

Of course, the side effects of this medicine were very great. The light ones would need to rest for several months, and the heavy ones would suffer damage to their bodily functions, or even die.

"You actually recognized the strengthening drug?!" Who exactly are you?! " Mr. Ruan's pupils contracted as he said in a stern voice.

"Ghosts!" Dong Wen Feng enunciated every word.

"What?!" You are a ghost?! " Mr. Ruan exclaimed, his face was filled with disbelief.

In the security departments of each country, the name of the Ghost could be said to be known by everyone. Every time he carried out a mission, it could be said that he had done it in a crafty manner, causing the Special Forces s of each country to tremble in fear!

Moreover, he had kept a record, and so far, no one had been able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

In the missions that he had participated in, there had been no failures!

This made him the legend of the Special Forces world!

Cold sweat instantly soaked Mr. Ruan's back. He had an impulse to run as far as he could.

After all, the reputation of a ghost was too terrifying and was not something he could afford to provoke!

But very quickly, the Mr. Ruan calmed down. He sized Dong Wen Feng up and sneered: "Brat, I was almost tricked by you! The ghost has been famous for a long time, and if you count it now, it should be around thirty years old! "

The ghost had always been mysterious and no one had ever seen his true face before, but most commandos had gone through training and entered the battlefield in their early twenties, so everyone guessed that the ghost should be close to thirty years old by now.

They never would have thought that Dong Wen Feng would enter the battlefield in less than a year of training.

"Whether you are or not, it is not important anymore. Since you dare to come to China and act presumptuously, I will make you pay the price with your blood!" Dong Wen Feng's eyes flashed, the aura on his body changed, like an unsheathed sword, sharp and imposing!

"What big words! You truly do not know your limits! " The Mr. Ruan sneered, the effects of the medicine on his body had already started to show.

His body swelled up, and his clothes were torn. Many muscles were revealed, resembling rocks.

Fearful and terrifying!

"Brat, hand your life over!" The Mr. Ruan bellowed, he wanted to use Dong Wen Feng's blood to wash away the humiliation!

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Ruan's body flashed like lightning, instantly arriving in front of Dong Wen Feng.

There was the sound of air being cut, and Mr. Ruan quickly threw out a punch, directly striking at Dong Wen Feng.

The fist was extremely fast, in the blink of an eye, it was already ten centimeters away from Dong Wen Feng.

Dong Wen Feng's feet stopped, his body forcefully moved to the side, his fist grazed Dong Wen Feng's hair and struck the air.

A flash of fierceness appeared in Mr. Ruan's eyes, the strength in his arm had not been reduced, as he swung his leg straight towards the lower half of Dong Wen Feng's body.

Dong Wen Feng retreated backwards, and avoided the attack.

Seeing that his two attacks were unable to deal with Dong Wen Feng, Mr. Ruan's figure suddenly soared, his speed increased again as he rushed forward, launching a berserk attack at Dong Wen Feng.

Mr. Ruan struck out continuously, his attacks were like an endless tide, continuous and unending. Every part of his body became his attack method, obviously showing that he had used his full strength.

However, Dong Wen Feng looked extremely relaxed, he had his hands in his pockets to dodge the attacks of the Mr. Ruan, every single one of the latter's attacks brushed past his body, and was dodged by him.

Dong Wen Feng was not prepared to fight back for now. Ever since he had left the The Blade of God, Dong Wen Feng had distanced himself from the battle, and his body was rusting. This time, he had finally met a decent opponent, and wanted to have a good time.