Sheyan stared fixedly at his enemy with a somewhat sluggish gaze. Currently, his mind was no longer thinking about anything else, because in such a situation of near death, he needed courage, perseverance, and even a little bit of luck to survive.
If he still had other thoughts in this situation, there could only be one word to describe it – courting death!
There was a saying, 'If you don't go crazy, you won't survive'. Sheyan was currently in a state of 'madness'. In his eyes, there was only the tip of the dagger in Hakeem's hand. His heart was calm.
This was a protective measure that naturally appeared in a person's heart after being forced to the limit. Everyone feared death, but from ancient times till now, there was no one who could not die. Some people could detach themselves from this pressure before death. Just like the tranquil sea, even the memories that were buried deep in their memories would replay once again in their minds.
For Sheyan, this was the first time he was involved in such a state of mind. In the past, when he was faced with a hopeless situation, he could ignite his fighting spirit in a frenzy and erupt with 200% of his strength. He could also maintain his calm and exchange injuries with his opponent before finally emerging victorious.
But! Although this Hakeem couldn't be said to be the strongest enemy he had ever encountered, he was the deadliest!
Hakeem was in control of the time and place. In terms of strength, Hakeem could completely suppress Sheyan in terms of agility and perceptive sense!
Facing this enemy, Sheyan was extremely clear. As long as he was in such a state, even if he went all out, there would only be one outcome – death!
At most, he would risk his life and heavily injure his enemy. Moreover, this was a battle between contestants. Being heavily injured or crippled wouldn't pose any psychological pressure to the victor.
Therefore, Sheyan's current state was to persevere. He wanted to live longer and last longer. He had no distracting thoughts in his mind. He wholeheartedly focused on defending and not attacking. This made Hakeem, who was like a venomous snake, unable to adapt to his deadly attack style.
Nevertheless, Hakeem was an extremely experienced individual. Since he couldn't deal a fatal blow, he would fight steadily and surely. Every attack would be stable, accurate, and vicious, inflicting pain and wounds on his opponent.
At the same time, he was even more vigilant because no one would be willing to wait for death. It was not uncommon to see someone who clearly had the upper hand but was overturned in the end. In addition, the inexplicable cough from before also made him feel that it was extremely strange because there was no information about it in the battle log at all!
What Hakeem did not know was that his military rank was not as high as Sheyan's, and the 'Pestilence Monarch' had a very powerful concealment ability. More importantly, it did not cause him any harm, so there was no way for it to be displayed.
Even so, Hakeem's heart had always been shadowed by this matter. He was on high alert, just in case the person in front of him suddenly exploded! What kind of abnormal situation was this? However, just as he was attacking like a storm while defending himself tightly, an indescribable feeling emerged from his body once again.
Hakeem suddenly felt like his lungs were being pierced by thousands of needles!
Everyone needed to breathe, but at this moment, he clearly felt that his lungs had completely stopped working! He could not inhale even half a breath, and the turbid air in his chest could not be exhaled. This sudden situation was completely different from holding one's breath! What interfered with one's state of mind was not only pain and nervousness, but also the fear of the unknown.
Seizing this great opportunity, Sheyan, who was riddled with wounds all over his body, suddenly moved. He had been waiting for this moment for too long! His originally empty and lifeless eyes suddenly became incomparably lively. In an instant, his saber slashed through the wall of the carriage, and he leaped down amidst the debris flying everywhere.
Hakeem wanted to chase after him, but the sharp pain in his lungs stopped him in his tracks. But for Hakeem, who had an overwhelming advantage in both Agility and Perceptive Sense, the mockery in his eyes became more and more intense. Even if Sheyan escaped a kilometre ahead, there was no way he could escape from Hakeem's pursuit.
Instead, this leap of his was purposeful. Soaked in blood, he hugged his legs with both hands as he sprung out in a ball shape! Sheyan was very clear about the difference in speed between him and Hakeem, so his target was not the road, but a relatively fast Ford off-road vehicle.
For an ordinary person, Sheyan's action was undoubtedly courting death, but for a contestant, this action would only add a little extra flesh wound. Other than that, there was nothing to worry about. More importantly, the two vehicles were moving in opposite directions. When Hakeem recovered from the negative effects of pneumonia, Sheyan, who was holding onto the luggage rack on the roof, was already 50 metres away.
"That damned guy, he's running away faster than a rabbit!" Hakeem's face was ashen, but his lips curled into a sinister smile.
"But, do you think you can escape from my grasp like this?"
As Hakeem spoke, his hands were already holding onto the basketball he carried with him!
An orange-red basketball.
This basketball looked no different from an ordinary basketball, but the expression on Hakeem's face when he held the basketball was full of solemnity, sternness, and an indescribable respect.
The basketball emitted a flame-like glow. Then, Hakeem patted the basketball twice and suddenly began to make a standard three-step lay-up posture. It looked as if there was really an invisible and transparent basketball rack in front of him.
When the basketball fell into the invisible 'basket', it shockingly vanished. When the basketball reappeared, it was like a flaming meteorite descending from the sky. It abruptly appeared above the off-road vehicle and ferociously bombarded down!
Hakeem's attack was so strange and sudden that the only thing Sheyan had time to do was to cover his head with both hands.
With a loud bang, the Ford was immediately buried in the violent explosion and smoke. The steel beam structure of the car body rushed out of the road with a raging fire and crashed into the house next to it! There was even a second explosion!
Hakeem sneered as he leapt down from the passenger car. He said sinisterly, "That's right.
He said in a cold voice, "You're not dead yet?"
But the next second, his pupils shrank. Sheyan's figure wrapped in raging flames had once again appeared in front of him. Although the figure was staggering and struggling to walk, he did not look like he was on the verge of death. He even turned back to look at Hakeem. The bone-chilling coldness in his eyes made Hakeem shudder. He even had an ominous premonition that if he didn't kill Sheyan today, he might be killed by him tomorrow!
The flames on Sheyan's body gradually extinguished. Yes, although he was definitely not Hakeem's opponent in running, this was the road. After climbing out of the burning car ruins, Sheyan did not hesitate to jump on a small truck that was swaying from behind. He kicked the driver out of the truck, then stepped on the accelerator and sped away. No matter how fast Hakeem ran, it was impossible for him to compete with a speeding car on such a spacious road!
In the face of this situation, Hakeem's eyes turned red. How could he let the cooked duck fly away like this? More importantly, if he didn't kill the snake, it would hurt him instead. If he couldn't kill Sheyan under such conditions today, what about the future? Hakeem's combat experience was rich. He had vaguely guessed the real identity of the guy in front of him. Since he could take so many hits, he was probably an MT with terrifying potential! More importantly, the equipment of an MT was extremely valuable!
Therefore, Hakeem didn't give up at all. Exerting all his strength, he leapt to the side of a car that had just caught fire. With a slash of his dagger, he slashed the driver's neck. Then, with an ashen face, he stepped on the accelerator. No matter what, he had to chase Sheyan to his death.
Because there was a roadside parking lot nearby, Hakeem specially chose a white Volkswagen Shangku R with a very good performance. It would give him a considerable advantage in this kind of road chase!
Sheyan's pneumonia symptom, 'Intermittent chest pain', controlled Hakeem for three seconds. He also had to complete the action of jumping out of the car in these three seconds, so he only had 1.5 seconds to pull away from Sheyan.
Hakeem quickly destroyed the car with his phantom basketball, shortening the distance between the two. Even if Hakeem took the time to start the car, Shang Ku only needed 6.2 seconds to accelerate to 100 km/h from the start. Therefore, the distance between the two of them was at most less than 10 seconds in this kind of chase!
Therefore, Hakeem still had absolute confidence that he could catch up to Sheyan and brutally slit Sheyan's neck to let him bleed. If Sheyan still dared to jump out of the car and change cars, he would be courting death.
However, Sheyan was still running tirelessly. The wind whistled in his ears and the road quickly extended to both sides. His face was pale, his lips were dry and cracked, and his eye sockets were sunken due to excessive blood loss.
This was the first time Sheyan had been forced to such a state. He was like a skinny wild dog, forced to run in panic in the midst of hunger and cold. As the Statue of Liberty in the distance slowly approached, the flames in Sheyan's eyes burned again. This time, the flames were cold, sharp and angry!
"Hakeem, right? When I come out of the Statue of Liberty again, I'll let you experience what I'm feeling now. Ten times, a hundred times, I'll return it to you!"
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