Chapter Seventy: In That Case, My Luck Isn't So Bad After All!

“Feng, remember, protect yourself,” Battle Eagle said to Qin Feng through the wireless headset.

“Yes,” Qin Feng replied.

The next moment, the fighting around them intensified. Although the attackers hadn’t spotted Qin Feng and his team, their assault was fierce.

“Stay calm, I must stay calm,” Qin Feng reminded himself. He carefully concealed himself, acutely aware of powerful enemies nearby. He felt as though he was being watched, and knew he needed to retreat quickly—only by retreating fast could he escape this place.

“I need to get out of here as soon as possible,” a sharp gleam flashed in Qin Feng’s eyes. He sensed it was no longer safe to stay, and he had to run, had to escape swiftly.

“Let’s see if I can pull back unnoticed,” he thought, feeling the urgency to retreat so he could leave more safely.

He grabbed his camouflage suit and threw it over himself.

His withdrawal was rapid, and he sprinted at full speed. He sensed pursuers behind him, but he was anything but slow. He kept running, not pausing to analyze the situation. Powering his legs, he dashed southeast, zigzagging in a bullet-dodging Z-pattern. His speed was astonishing, darting through the jungle, leaving behind blurred shadows that made it nearly impossible for anyone to track him.

Glancing around, Qin Feng saw no one chasing him.

For now, he felt safe.

“This is a good opportunity,” Qin Feng realized he had carved out a path to survive. He knew this was his chance to escape, and decisively headed southwest, running at a blistering pace. In one breath, he covered more than three kilometers. Ahead lay a stretch of forest; quickly, he found a tree and hid himself.

He knew only by running faster could he escape more effectively.

All around, the jungle was lush, and the winter breeze brought a chill. Qin Feng dashed through, leaving streaks of motion behind, his speed almost unimaginable.

Suddenly, a large bird burst from the foliage, crying out as it soared into the sky and vanished within a few breaths.

The forest grew quieter, its atmosphere thickening, exuding a chill that made the jungle feel extraordinary.

A flock of birds darted through the trees searching for food, but soon flew away, wary. From afar, they saw a group of people rushing through the jungle, clearly hunting for someone.

Qin Feng kept running, pushing himself ever faster, knowing that only by staying in motion could he move quickly through the jungle.

“Faster, faster, I must go faster. In all martial arts, speed is invincible,” Qin Feng urged himself, knowing that speed was the key to escape.

“On the battlefield, being able to run fast is a valuable skill,” he thought. War was perilous; by sprinting, he could reach safety and avoid detection, ensuring his own security.

“Su Yun, I will return safely. I will see you again,” Qin Feng promised silently. In his mind, a graceful figure appeared, Su Yun smiling at him. He knew she always believed in him, and her faith gave him strength. She had helped him grow stronger, adapt to the battlefield, improve his abilities, and become better—so that one day, they could be together.

He believed in himself as well. He was confident he would survive, escape, and be with Su Yun again.

He felt a pressing need to keep honing his skills, to grow stronger, for only then could he truly protect himself.

“Whoosh, whoosh!” The wind swept through the forest, rustling the leaves. Qin Feng kept running, wind whistling past his ears.

He remembered Su Yun’s advice: “When running in the jungle, choose dense paths, use bushes and trees for cover, avoid thorns, sharp branches, poisonous plants, snakes, insects, and scorpions. Run on firm ground and keep moving fast. Trust yourself to escape quickly, reach a safer place, and complete your mission.”

Qin Feng recalled her words, finding them wise and sensible. A gentle smile touched his lips as confidence surged within him. It felt good to have someone supporting him. He ran swiftly, avoiding thorns, venomous creatures, and hazards, finding the optimal route through the jungle.

His figure flashed among the trees, forging the best path forward. His speed was so great that he was nearly invisible, leaving no trace of where he’d been.

“So, I really can run this fast,” Qin Feng thought in surprise. During his flight, he spotted poisonous snakes—triangular-headed vipers. He dodged them skillfully, knowing their venomous bite could incite an attack from the whole nest.

He had fought wolves before; he knew snake nests were no less dangerous. He moved with utmost caution, and finally outran the threat.

Once clear, Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, he hadn’t faced the snakes head-on, or a fierce battle would have been inevitable. That was the last thing he wanted.

He kept running, avoiding all venomous creatures, and gradually sensed he had left the danger zone and reached safety. His luck, it seemed, was quite good.

“All things considered, my luck isn’t too bad,” Qin Feng said with a faint smile.