Strongest Soldier King

The moon was obscured by dark clouds, and the earth was enveloped in darkness. The visibility in the vast primeval forest was less than three meters. The strong wind rustled the leaves, and unknown insects chirped tirelessly. Occasionally, the roar of wild beasts could be heard, adding a sense of terror to this pitch-black forest. A wild bird suddenly flapped and flew out of the woods, adding an eerie touch to the serene forest.

Luo Zheng employed his family-inherited Breathing Skill to conceal himself among the dead leaves beneath a large tree, creating a slight rise on the ground. Such piles of leaves were common in the forest and, with the cover of leaves, were hard to detect unless up close. With his eyes slightly closed, even two ants crawling on his face felt unnoticed, as he remained motionless, breathing deep and long.

On the battlefield, it's a contest of wisdom, courage, and strength. The coalition forces were incredibly formidable and were not lacking in courage. Luo Zheng had no choice but to avoid head-on confrontations of strength and courage, engaging the coalition in a battle of wits. If the coalition did not attack from the rear mountain and chose another direction, they were sure to suffer a catastrophic defeat.

However, the battlefield is never perfect; it requires precise intelligence analysis and a bit of luck. As it turned out, Luo Zheng's luck was quite good. Half an hour later, he heard the faint sound of a branch breaking, which was nearly indiscernible amidst the clamorous insect sounds, yet Luo Zheng caught it keenly.

Under the Breathing Skill, Luo Zheng was able to enter a state of emptiness, heightening his five senses and intuition beyond ordinary levels. Upon hearing the breaking sound, Luo Zheng realized he'd made the right gamble. His breathing nearly accelerated, but fortunately, his clear mind quickly suppressed the excitement. He held his breath and then slowly and gently exhaled, keeping himself calm.

Luo Zheng continued to stay motionless, patiently waiting. If the enemy attacked from the rear mountain, their chances of success increased slightly. As planned, they just had to follow through. During the wait, Luo Zheng slowly let go of the tightly held gun, striving to maintain peace and relaxation within himself, to prevent any surge of killing intent.

Before long, Luo Zheng could hear footsteps approaching, no more than ten meters away. Perhaps startled by these footsteps, the surrounding insects abruptly ceased their calls. The wind continued to rustle the leaves. Luo Zheng slowly opened his eyes, looking through the Night Vision Device at the falling leaves floating and dancing in the air, as if elves; graceful and ethereal.

Squeak! The footsteps grew nearer. Luo Zheng's heart remained as calm as still water. In the face of a powerful enemy, even the slightest breath, a coarse burst of breathing, or a slight body movement could alert the enemy. After waiting so long for this opportunity, Luo Zheng was determined not to expose himself and waste all the previous effort.

The wait was exhilarating, tense. Those without firm willpower wouldn't be able to endure this wait. The pitch-black night, unknown formidable enemies, the constant threat of being exposed—these all tested Luo Zheng's combat prowess. The wind, rustling, brought the enemy's footsteps even closer.

To kill, or not to kill? Luo Zheng chose the latter without hesitation, continuing to wait patiently. He vaguely saw someone pass by at a distance of just two or three meters. This distance was absolutely deadly. Luo Zheng dared not be careless, swiftly holding his breath, imagining himself as a leaf, a piece of driftwood, or even a stone, ensuring not even the faintest breathescaped.

The enemy cautiously and slowly moved away, gradually extending seven or eight meters beyond Luo Zheng. Only then did he slowly exhale the stagnated breath suppressing his heart, not daring to do so quickly, lest it disturb the enemy. Taking another deep breath, he forced himself to calm down. At this moment, Luo Zheng found his palms covered in cold sweat. Although he'd experienced countless battlefield killings, this was his first time in such close proximity to the enemy.

As the enemy moved farther away, Luo Zheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to raise his head to see how many there were, and to check on the nearby ambushed Mountain Eagle and Ghost Hand, he suddenly sensed more people stealthily approaching. Startled, he swiftly regulated his breathing, forcing himself to calm down and wait patiently.

At this moment, Luo Zheng felt as if time had come to a standstill. An invisible pressure clogged his chest, making it unbearably uncomfortable, while the faint footsteps were like primordial beasts trampling on his heartbeat, causing his breathing to become irregular. Alarmed, he gritted his teeth helplessly enduring.

Before long, Luo Zheng sensed several people slowly passing by, the closest one merely two meters away. Perhaps because of those who had passed ahead, these individuals paid little attention to their footing, focusing vigilantly ahead, their guns aimed forward, advancing cautiously with bent waists.

Watching these people push forward, like demons emerging from hell, Luo Zheng felt a surging battle intent within him, ready to erupt at any moment. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared up ahead in camo attire, rendering the face indistinguishable, but Luo Zheng was sure the delicate back figure was Tang Tian. In other words, these people were members of Tang Tian's Wild Wolf Mercenary Group.

"So it's her? Then who were those people before?" Luo Zheng wondered in surprise, understanding why his emotions had been a bit out of control earlier; encountering an enemy stirred fury.

Perhaps after the test of several individuals passing by, Luo Zheng's mind suddenly calmed down, restoring his calmness. Covered by dead leaves, his body slightly rose from the ground, practically indistinguishable, while his head was concealed in the shadow of the large tree, invisible if not closely observed.

Who would expect someone lurking by the route they passed? Who would think anyone would dare fish in troubled waters? Luo Zheng patiently waited, seeing more people pass by. Mountain Eagle and Ghost Hand remained undetected, bringing him immense joy. Although he didn't know how they hid, it was no longer important—what mattered was that they hadn't been exposed.

Time ticked by, the tense wait persisted, more individuals approached. These individuals were noticeably more relaxed, paying no attention to the ground, only gazing at the dense forest ahead, almost not even raising their guns—a carefree march posture. Witnessing this scene, Luo Zheng inwardly chuckled coldly.

A few minutes later, more people traversed the woods, heading forward. Luo Zheng estimated the time, predicting the first wave of enemies was about to reach the battlefield; combat was imminent. Slowly gripping the silent pistol in his hand, he gradually opened his eyes, his whole body's muscles beginning to tense, entering combat readiness.

"Da da da!" Suddenly, gunfire erupted on the mountainside. Unaware of who fired first, but the curtain rose on the battle, the brutal slaughter commencing.