Chapter Fifty-Four: So This Is Where It Was Hidden!

"Is the Sniper King’s danger sense really this sharp?" Qin Feng was deeply astonished. He noticed the Sniper King was extremely vigilant, able to sense danger so quickly. That sudden lunge from the Sniper King had also caused him to miss the best opportunity to "sniper-kill" him. Swiftly, he changed positions—fire one shot, then move to a new spot. Only this way could he stay safe. He continued to observe through his scope, hoping to locate the Sniper King and attempt another kill.

"Whoosh!" In the next instant, a sniper bullet shot toward the very spot Qin Feng had previously hidden, shocking him. The Sniper King truly lived up to his name, deducing Qin Feng’s earlier location so quickly. Had he still been there, he would have been killed.

"Such strength," Qin Feng thought, gaining a deeper understanding of the Sniper King. He could tell the Sniper King’s combat skills were exceptional; he was truly formidable.

Qin Feng did not rush to fire. Although the Sniper King had shot, Qin Feng had not found his location. The Sniper King, like him, moved after each shot. If Qin Feng fired now, he might expose his own position to the Sniper King, putting himself in grave danger.

"Whoosh!" Another sniper bullet struck the earth behind Qin Feng’s hiding place, leaving a clear mark.

Qin Feng’s hearing was sharper than most. He heard clearly—it was a sniper bullet. His expression changed dramatically; he hadn't expected the Sniper King to deduce his position so quickly.

He wasted no time, rolling instantly to another mound, pressing his body against it. He carefully distinguished the direction of the shots, but apart from the sound of wind and falling leaves, there was nothing. The Sniper King had vanished into the shadows. Qin Feng sensed the Sniper King’s power—he was a master. Now, he finally understood why the Sniper King held that title in the Tiger Special Forces. His marksmanship was superb; he could judge a position from the trajectory of a bullet.

"The Sniper King is indeed formidable," Qin Feng thought gravely. He felt the Sniper King’s strength. Earlier, Qin Feng had an advantage: the Sniper King was searching for him, and he’d spotted his opponent first. Yet, the Sniper King’s extraordinary marksmanship had forced him out.

Now the Sniper King was hidden, no longer firing, like a silent predator. And a silent sniper was terrifying—you never knew when he might strike, when he’d take aim, when he’d attack.

Qin Feng dared not show himself, sensing the Sniper King’s combat prowess. But he remembered he must challenge the Sniper King, not fail Su Yun’s expectations. He had to fight, he had to win. This thought brought a sharp gleam to his eyes, determination surging within. He quietly removed his helmet and quickly tossed it toward a nearby clump of grass.

"Whoosh—clang!" The sniper rifle fired instantly, a bullet striking the helmet with a deep, resonant sound that pierced the silence of night, eerie and shocking.

"The Sniper King is truly extraordinary." Qin Feng stared at the helmet, his face darkening. He felt the Sniper King’s skill—rapid fire, precise aim. The helmet had flown fast, like lightning, yet the Sniper King still hit it. If he had run, he would have been shot—sniper-killed. What now?

"Think. Find a way. Stay calm, stay calm." Qin Feng urged himself as he carefully observed his surroundings, seeking any sign of movement, hoping to spot the Sniper King and take him down.

But all was quiet; not a soul in sight. The Sniper King’s location remained a mystery.

At that moment, Qin Feng seemed to see Su Yun’s expectant expression. His gaze sharpened with resolve. "Su Yun, I won’t let you down. I will defeat the Sniper King."

In the next heartbeat, Qin Feng pushed off the ground, sprinting forward with astonishing speed, unleashing all his latent potential. He covered over ten meters in a single burst—something he hadn't thought possible.

His footing was still unsteady when a sense of danger struck him. Alarmed, he rolled and dashed several paces ahead.

"Whizz, whizz, whizz!" Three bullets tore through the air, striking where he had just run, grazing his feet. Had he hesitated, he would have been hit.

He zigzagged, racing toward a large tree, moving so fast he left blurred shadows among the foliage. "Whoosh!" Another sniper bullet flew past, grazing his arm, filling him with dread. He shuddered, quickened his pace, and hid behind the tree.

"Whoosh!" Another shot struck the tree, leaving a bullet mark.

"Sniper King, I have finally found you," Qin Feng realized. He had spotted the Sniper King’s hiding place.

"Never thought you’d be hiding in the thicket. The most dangerous place is the safest—why didn’t I think of that? I was just in a thicket myself, and as soon as I left, you took my place. You always do the unexpected. The Sniper King is truly unrivaled."

Qin Feng watched the thicket where the Sniper King lay motionless. Were it not for his keen eyes and the scope, he might never have found him. The Sniper King’s skills were extraordinary.

"No matter how deep you hide, I’ll find you. Now, it’s time to take you down." Qin Feng’s expression hardened, his demeanor serious. He aimed at the Sniper King, glanced at the nearby grass, calculated the wind speed, humidity, and other factors affecting his shot. His aura exploded, like a sword unsheathed. Without hesitation, he squeezed the trigger. "Bang, bang, bang!"

Three sniper bullets formed a triangle, flying straight toward the Sniper King, cutting through the air and vanishing into the night.