Beside the desolate Challenger Camp lies silence, only broken by the sound of flowing river and the whisper of wind.
Paul was tidying up the scattered embers on the ground, occasionally wiping sweat from his forehead, as he gazed at Chen Zhou's silhouette by the river in a trance——
To him, the combat though brief was far more perilous and difficult than he imagined; several times he nearly perished at the hands of that American soldier.
This true life-and-death struggle was something he had never experienced before.
Nor had he seen the gruesome sight of someone being killed, and the stark white of bones exposed when joints break.
...
Minutes ago, Chen Zhou's resolution of the Japanese Ninja definitively marked the end of the fight.
The American soldier who had been resisting Paul for so long was no match for Chen Zhou.
