Having taken down four enemies in a row, Luo Zheng's morale soared, his murderous intent reaching the heavens like a knife unsheathed. His whole body emanated an imposing aura as he locked his cold gaze on the other two enemies. Like a proud and fierce tiger, he watched as the two enemies retreated in surprise and panic, losing their will to fight and forgetting even to shoot. Luo Zheng let out a cold snort, reversed his grip on the military knife, and charged forward once more.
