It was over.
Watching that figure vanish into the sea of flames, Lian Youming fell silent.
There had actually been little force behind his punch, little enough for Gu Feiyan to disregard.
But he had won through his fighting method.
It had clearly been a struggle to the death, yet victory and defeat had been decided in this fashion.
For some people, defeat meant death.
If they could not reach the very peak, everything they did was meaningless!
Yet an even deadlier threat suddenly descended from above. A pitch-black gun barrel emerged from the helicopter circling overhead, and amid a rapid rat-tat-tat, its spitting tongue of flame swept toward the four of them.
Spent casings poured down like rain.
"Fall back!"
Li Da's expression was grave. With that single word, he kicked Lian Youming in the chest, sending him some distance away.
Lian Youming had already been close to collapse. The kick sent him rolling several times beneath the platform.
Situ Wudi and the others swiftly scattered in retreat.
As they did, someone aboard the helicopter suddenly shouldered a rocket launcher and aimed down, about to fire. Just then, a booming gunshot rang out nearby.
Situ Qingqing lay prone on a yacht, bracing a sniper rifle as she aimed at the person aboard the helicopter.
After just a few shots, the helicopter spiraled down.
Lian Youming's face darkened. He could spare no thought for anything else, much less maintain the bearing of a master, as he scrambled away on his hands and knees.
Boom!
An enormous explosion erupted, and waves of fire swept outward.
Lian Youming somehow dashed clear of the flames in one burst, then jumped straight into the sea.
Li Da abandoned ship right behind him, his face and clothes blackened by the fire, yet he still remembered