Cheng Lin felt the physical pressure surrounding him. He squinted his eyes and looked at the figure who fell on the ground in front of him.
In his pupils, two delicate fields rotated slowly. Through his perception ability, he clearly noticed that the opponent's cultivation level far exceeded the fifth level, and was suspected to be in the sixth level.
Judging from the effectiveness of this person's attack just now, this is still a sixth-level realm that favors combat power.
Thinking of the flare fired before, the answer is readily apparent.
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Faced with Cheng Lin's inquiry, the other party did not respond.
Just walk closer slowly.
As he got closer and closer, Cheng Lin finally saw the man's appearance clearly and was a little surprised.
It's not a question of beauty or ugliness...he can't tell the difference either.
Mainly because I was surprised that the figure of this "Tiger of the Far East" was so different from his nickname.
In his original guess about Anton, he should be a man with a body like a "brown bear".
However, the real Anton is surprisingly "skinny".
I don't know if he is thirty years old or not. He has a light golden beard on his face, and his eyes are grey-blue, very cold, reminiscent of winter.
His hair and beard are the same color, and his figure is almost the same as Cheng Lin's, which makes him look somewhat "thin".
He was wearing the Soviet Union's superpower uniform and leather boots.
He walked up to the "man in a suit" covered in blood and kicked him with his shoe.
The other party seemed to be unconscious and had no reaction. Fortunately, his chest was still rising and falling, proving that he was still alive.
"This person needs treatment. At least he can't die like this."
Cheng Lin couldn't help but remind him.
However, Anton still didn't answer him, or in other words, it was more like he didn't bother to talk to him. Hearing this, he actually raised his right fist and, with Cheng Lin's vigilant expression, struck it somewhere in the air.
"Click, click, click..."
It sounded like an eggshell cracking.
A scene in the forest shattered.
The missing Song Xianzhen held a sword with both hands and made a chopping motion. He was not too surprised when he saw the barrier collapse.
Obviously, even if Anton doesn't take action, he will break the cage from the inside.
"Cheng Lin...this is?"
When he saw the situation on the field, Song Xianzhen was immediately stunned.
Cheng Lin glanced at Anton and recounted the matter in the most concise terms.
As soon as he finished speaking, Anton finally spoke and asked in not very fluent Chinese:
"I need to know what's going on."
After a pause, he uttered two more words: "flare, him."
The latter "he" obviously refers to the comatose guy on the ground, bleeding continuously.
Obviously, Anton, who rushed over in a hurry, didn't quite understand what was going on, but this didn't stop him from taking action against the man in the suit.
After all, the appearance of this person means something abnormal.
Coupled with the previous signal flare, it was enough to give him sufficient reason to act.
Facing Anton's inquiry, Song Xianzhen took a deep breath and took a few steps forward.
Under great pressure, I recounted the incident.
When he heard that the Soviet team was almost completely wiped out and that one person was still trying to save someone, the expressionless face of this thin "Far Eastern Tiger" finally showed obvious solemnity.
Anton is no stranger to death. Every time he explores, almost a practitioner will die.
After experiencing this kind of thing for a long time, you will get used to it. This does not mean how indifferent he is, but the fact is that after hearing Song Xianzhen's account, he was obviously more concerned about the possible consequences of this incident.
"This matter is very important. Take me to the scene immediately, and..."
Anton spat out Chinese words one after another. He suddenly looked at Cheng Lin and said in a commanding tone:
"Give me what you picked up."
Something you picked up?
Cheng Lin blinked and raised the strange, brass-like instrument in his hand that looked like a perfume bottle.
It really looks like a perfume bottle.
The bottom is a hexagonal container, inlaid with red or green gems.
At the top, there is a small push switch connected to a brass button.
Cheng Lin pressed it tentatively and found that a very thin bit of red mist sprayed out. Unfortunately, the amount was too small and had no effect. It only made him feel slightly dazed for a moment.
"Could this be the source of the Su team's madness? Magic weapon? Or poison? Or something else? It seems that they have been used up. No wonder he didn't use it on me and Song Xianzhen just now."
Cheng Lin thought in his mind.
But with a calm expression on his face, he rubbed the brass vial and said, "What do you mean?"
"Yes, give it to me." Anton ordered.
Cheng Lin smiled, tightened his grip, and shook his head slowly: "Sorry, we can't do that for the time being."
Anton obviously did not expect that this Xia Guo student would reject him.
Even Song Xianzhen, who was standing nearby, looked over in surprise.
All I saw was Cheng Lin calmly explaining:
"If my guess is good, this artifact may be the key physical evidence of this matter. Now there are two witnesses, one whose situation is unknown, and one... whose life or death is unknown, and it falls into your hands, then the physical evidence is very crucial. In order to
To avoid some misunderstandings that may affect the friendship between the two parties, I hope to hand over this physical evidence to Xing Hong."
Cheng Lin believed that Anton must know the name Xing Hong.
As for this "evidence", as he said, once there is an accident between the "lucky man" and the "man in a suit" on the ground, this thing in his hand may be the key to determining the nature of the incident.
Out of consideration for taking the initiative, he could not hand it over to Anton.
This is tantamount to giving the right to speak completely to the Soviet Union.
Upon hearing his words, Anton's already solemn face showed surprise at first, then absurdity, and then anger.
His gray-blue eyes were like hawks, staring at Cheng Lin, and his tone was cold:
"I, say it again, give it to me!"
While saying this, Cheng Lin clearly noticed that the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and his limbs were affected in some way, becoming stiff and having difficulty breathing. He understood that this was hierarchical suppression.
Anton is at the sixth level, and he is only at the fourth level. This is enough aura suppression between two great realms!
Although he didn't want to admit it, the pressure was really strong and Cheng Lin couldn't resist it. Even if he revealed his trump card, with his current abilities, he could at most guarantee his survival against a sixth-grade expert. As for winning, there was little hope.
Well... maybe trapping it in the spirit world and killing it with time is the safest and most effective way, but the cost is really huge.
"The cultivation level is still too low..."
Cheng Lin sighed softly in his heart.
Although it took him three months to advance from an ordinary person to the fourth level, this was already unusually fast.
However, at this moment, when he faced Anton's pressure, he still felt that his progress was too slow.
Fortunately, given the alliance between Xia and Su, Cheng Lin had no worries that Anton would harm him.
Therefore, he resisted the pressure, pulled out a smile from the corners of his stiff mouth, and said in a calm voice:
"Even if you tell me ten times, I won't give it to you."
After a pause, he said again: "Song Xianzhen."
When Song Xianzhen heard Cheng Lin read his name, he was stunned for a second and then understood.
I saw him flipping his right hand, taking the flare gun in his hand, and then decisively pressed the trigger.
"call out!"
"Snapped!"
An emergency signal belonging to the Xia Kingdom rose into the sky, lighting up the night sky above the three people in the forest.
A cold wind blew by.
Anton's gray-blue eyes staring at Cheng Lin moved.
Immediately, Cheng Lin felt that the force pressing on his head suddenly relaxed.
He exhaled softly.
Then I heard Anton speak in an incomprehensible tone: