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"Prepare for battle!" Bisi said through his communicator: "Switch to the second frequency now!"

Since the scout's communicator was in Wang Zheng's hands, he had no choice but to change frequencies to prevent Wang Zheng from knowing their battle plan.

"I really don’t care which frequency you use. Even without knowing your conversation, I can still take you down one by one," Wang Zheng’s voice came through the communicator, sounding indifferent: "Relax, Dark Military Academy brats, we’re going to settle our old scores and new grievances all at once."

"Alright then, who will win remains to be seen." Bisi's eyes revealed a cold demeanor. Perhaps dealing with ordinary people could still be easy for him, but the fellow on the opposite side was the legendary Eastern Demon King. Bisi absolutely dared not take this lightly; otherwise, it would mean an unrecoverable end!

"Rapidly converge towards twelve o'clock position, respond when you hear me!" Bisi shouted at seven or eight scouts.

However, there was already silence in the communicator. The scouts he had dispatched vanished into this vast jungle like a stone cast into water, never to be heard from again.

"Impossible so quickly, impossible!" Bisi was always confident, even arrogant, but at this moment, an indescribable sense of danger welled up within him!

This feeling of peril hadn't appeared in his heart for many years. It suddenly made him feel utterly disoriented!

Several scouts were spread far apart from each other. Within just two minutes, how could they all vanish Unless the Eastern Demon King possessed teleportation abilities!

Bisir gripped the gun in his hand tightly and said into the communicator, "There are at least three of them. Everyone be on high alert! The showdown is arriving earlier than expected!"

Facing the Eastern Demon King, Bisir wasn’t worried about the opponent being too powerful, as he himself was also very strong. What Bisir feared most was that the military academy elites he brought would become arrogant and lose sight of their opponents. Throughout this journey, they had been far more formidable than those garbage rogue mercenaries, sweeping through them easily. There were even instances where hearing about the Dark Military Academy’s reputation led to immediate retreats by others, who dared not engage in battle.

Thus, these elites from the Dark Military Academy started to become overconfident as well. They found it easy to deal with those mercenaries and their strength and speed were unmatched. Bisir was genuinely worried that they might suffer fatal consequences due to overconfidence. After all, they were up against the Eastern Demon King! A significant disparity in power couldn’t be bridged merely by having more people on their side!

After hearing the voice of the Demon King, Bisir became even more certain of this.

Sitting high atop a twenty-meter-tall tree, Yang Ming held his sniper rifle and peered through layers of leaves to observe the situation. Within his scope was unmistakably the figure of a Dark Military Academy member!

"We are already very close to Captain," Yang Ming whispered.

Hearing this, heavy breathing simultaneously echoed from the other ends of the communicator, as if their heartbeats had sped up considerably!

Yang Ming had encountered Wang Zheng earlier and had been following him ever since. Therefore, before meeting Wang Zheng, he wasn’t as excited as the others.

However, whether it was Qin Changqing or Qian Yongxing, Old Jin, Zhu Yuandao, or Hu Bin who had previously met up with Wang Zheng again, their current moods were vastly different.

After the last battle, they were gravely injured and barely escaped death. They scattered to天涯海角，儘管用儘各種方式尋找昔日戰友，卻根本冇有任何訊息。

Note: "散落在天涯" translates to "scattered to天涯海角", which means they dispersed far and wide with no trace. However, the original context seems to be missing a direct translation or description for this specific phrase related to their journey after the last battle. Therefore, I'll leave it as is per instructions.

In a vast sea of people, their fates unknown, they originally had no means of contacting each other. For the sake of confidentiality in their work, they didn't even know where the other lived—how were they supposed to find each other

Throughout countless nights, they dreamt of that final battlefield; how wonderful it would be if they could fight one more battle, at least giving them a glimmer of hope. Shoulder to shoulder with their brothers whose faces were smeared with soot and dust, they carried guns and supported each other as they stepped off the battlefield.

With time passing, they had already prepared to bury that fiery past in the dust of time, never to be dug up again; they would never mention anything from those days. Yet, they received a phone call—an order for assembly—that gave them an opportunity to put on this olive-green camouflage uniform once more, grasp their rifles, stand on the battlefield, and reclaim what they had once possessed—glory and dreams.

"I warn you all not to get so excited that your hands shake uncontrollably; otherwise, you won't even be able to hit a person," Yang Ming was also suppressing his excitement, cautioning them: "This is an elite unit from the Dark Military School. You know as well as I do how formidable their close combat skills are."

It turned out that Yang Ming and his team had been following behind the Dark Military School for over a hundred kilometers without being detected!

"They're after the captain, so before he meets them, we must eliminate this group as much as possible! I still say it: No one is to get careless!"

"Yang Ming, not seeing you for so long and now you're all nagging like a woman," Qian Yongxing whispered into his communicator: "A guy just walked past me. Are we going in or holding back"

"Calling Yang Ming a woman; I think you’re even more of one."

Shang, lying in ambush not far from Qian Yongxing, coldly threw out that remark before his body leaned backward, seemingly carelessly letting himself fall headfirst from the tree branch!

Even as he was falling backward through the air, Shang had already drawn a retractable willow-leaf long knife from his sleeve. Fully extended, it reached three feet in length; its narrow blade, only two fingers wide, was pitch black with no reflection even when sunlight hit it, exuding an intense aura of death!

The dark blade might not seem as impressive or eye-catching as a gleaming, shiny one, but this color is undoubtedly the safest and most effective on the battlefield!

"Shadow Scar! It's Woe's Shadow Scar!" Upon seeing that willow-leaf-shaped black longsword, Qian Yongxing couldn't help but whisper excitedly!

That longsword which had been harvesting lives was something he hadn't seen in years. The Darkness Academy’s shadow assassination expert, Woe, finally took the initiative to strike first.

The Dark Army member who was cautiously advancing felt a light breeze blow past his head and just as he was about to look up, he saw Woe's cold eyes staring down at him from above.

Just before this rear-guard elite of the Darkness Academy could shout out loud, a flicker of black light passed in front of his eyes, as if a cool breeze had blown across his neck!

He wanted to scream but found that he couldn't make any sound at all!

As Woe was about to fall to the ground, he suddenly did an empty flip without using anything to support himself and landed steadily on the ground. He then sheathed his longsword named "Shadow Scar" and walked away with his back facing towards his enemy, not even bothering to look back.

A thin red line started to appear around the neck of that Darkness Academy member, and it soon grew longer and wider as blood burst uncontrollably from it, spraying everywhere!

He was unable to let out any sound he wanted. His knees buckled, his head rolled aside, and his decapitated body fell to the ground, still spurting blood wildly.houghts of being knocked down by Wang Zheng, last night, Han Xingye had slept with just a towel wrapped around her. It could barely cover her ample bust and uplifted, elastic buttocks; in the process...