Chapter Thirty-Nine: In That Case, I Won’t Hold Back!

Time flew by. A day passed, and as night fell, the jungle gradually darkened and grew quiet.

"It's night now. The fighting will probably be even fiercer." Throughout the day, Qin Feng had hidden himself well, avoiding detection and surviving thus far. Yet he knew there was only one night left; tonight's battle would be more intense than ever.

"We'll see who makes it through in the end," he thought to himself. He understood that tonight would be anything but ordinary, and caution was essential. A faint smile curled at his lips. He was ready to fight better, survive better, and stay in the game—he refused to be eliminated. He was determined to become a special forces soldier.

Swiftly, he took the Type 88 sniper rifle from his back and vanished into the night. He moved in utter silence, as if he were a part of the darkness, or perhaps as if he had never existed.

About an hour and a half later, violent sounds of battle erupted from the jungle—bursts of gunfire, explosions, shouts—melding into a cacophony that sent waves of destruction through the forest, as if everything might be obliterated.

The jungle, silent for two days, was alive again with fierce conflict. All those taking part in the special forces selection assessment knew this was the final night of the jungle survival test. Eliminate the others and survive until dawn, and they could stay, becoming a member of the Tiger Commando Battalion. They cherished this opportunity; no matter what, they had to pass this test and remain.

At this time, Qin Feng was not far from where the gunfire had erupted. He held his Type 88 sniper rifle and quickly found a suitable vantage point for sniping. He knew this position would give him the best chance to "eliminate" the enemy and secure his survival.

After concealing himself, he used the sniper scope to scan the surroundings, searching for opponents he might eliminate.

Qin Feng was adept at night observation, far surpassing others. He owed this to his childhood spent with Old Qin in the jungle, where he learned skills for seeing in the dark. He could make out shapes and movements even when others would be blind, unable to see their own hands in the pitch-black night.

He rarely fired. He knew that, if possible, one should avoid shooting; survival was the most important rule in the jungle assessment, not simply eliminating others. But if the opportunity arose, taking out the enemy could ensure safer survival and a better chance to become a special forces soldier. The past two days had taught Qin Feng that survival was the foundation for everything else.

Lying motionless on the ground, Qin Feng continued to observe his surroundings with utmost care. After about twenty minutes, he spotted eight soldiers about nine hundred meters away, creeping cautiously toward his position, likely drawn by the gunfire. They moved with great care, expertly concealing themselves in the undergrowth.

They thought their hiding was flawless, that no one could discover them. But they were wrong; every movement fell under Qin Feng's watchful eye. He observed them closely and realized these eight soldiers seemed to be acting as a unit, working together to "eliminate" other soldiers and survive as a group.

"A coordinated operation," Qin Feng noted. These eight were no ordinary soldiers; they had clearly endured much and, united, wielded significant strength. If they continued cooperating, they might really survive to the end.

As long as they didn't provoke Qin Feng, he wouldn't bother with them.

But their tactics were brazen—whenever they spotted an enemy, they'd open fire, eliminating opponents one by one. Among them, three carried sniper rifles, each seemingly skilled. Almost every shot was directed at the area where Qin Feng was concealed, whether by coincidence or perhaps because other enemies were hidden nearby.

Their gunfire irritated Qin Feng; had he not been so well hidden, they would have targeted him directly.

"Are these guys toying with me?" Qin Feng wondered. He felt they hadn't discovered him, but it seemed they were playing with the nearby soldiers. Every now and then, someone in the vicinity was eliminated. Their movements weren't particularly swift, but in this short time, they'd already taken out four or five others.

"If that's how it's going to be, I won't hold back," Qin Feng decided. These men were clearly showing off, flaunting their combat prowess. His remarkable hearing allowed him to catch fragments of their boasting.

He studied the eight, quickly zeroing in on the sniper who seemed the most skilled. None of the three snipers matched the prowess of the sniper master he'd encountered before; at best, they possessed less than half his skill.

He suppressed every trace of killing intent, ensuring no one sensed him. His concealment was impeccable; otherwise, he'd already have been discovered and fired upon. Glancing at the nearby undergrowth, he carefully calculated the wind speed and humidity—factors that could affect his shot. In the next instant, his aura exploded like a sword drawn from its sheath—remarkable and intense. Without hesitation, he squeezed the trigger.

A shot rang out. A puff of white smoke appeared, and Qin Feng eliminated the enemy sniper.

"A sniper?" The remaining seven were stunned as the best sniper among them was taken out. They couldn't understand how Qin Feng had spotted them, fired so smoothly, and neutralized one of their own—especially the most skilled sniper. Clearly, the enemy was deeply hidden, ready to fire at any moment and capable of eliminating them without warning.

Bang! Bang! Two of the remaining snipers fired in quick succession, but the expected white smoke never appeared—they missed. They were shaken, realizing Qin Feng had already moved from his original spot. Tension gripped them; they sensed they'd encountered a true expert.

Indeed, Qin Feng changed positions after every shot. The moment he fired, he quickly relocated. Their missed shots came as no surprise.