Woodhawk and Firehawk lay sprawled on the ground as the female medics finally snapped out of it and rushed over, flustered and panicked.
When Blade took on Woodhawk and Firehawk just now, he seemed unstoppable, but really, he was relying on experience and technique. Up against a true internal-strength master, he didn’t stand a chance.
Standing off to the side, Hawkeye's face darkened. He turned, dropped his arms from his chest, and clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white. Coldly, he stared at Blade in front of him: "You hit them this hard—was that Deputy Commander Su’s order?"
Blade drew a deep breath, fixing Hawkeye with a cold stare. "You guys started this, plain as day. Well, Hawkeye, gonna play dumb now?"
Ray Thunderhawk spoke in a deep, pressing voice, eyes locked on Blade. As he spoke, every muscle in his body seemed to tighten, and his whole aura surged higher and higher.
They'd come here to demand answers about Ray Thunderhawk, but before they could say a word, Firehawk and Woodhawk were already down for the count. Hawkeye was burning up inside.
The name Hawkeye carried weight—even across the whole Jinnan Military District, his reputation was legendary.
"Who started it isn’t up to you! Blade, right? You hurt my men in front of me—get ready to be punished!"
Frank Xu was already mid-stage internal strength, but Hawkeye was a full-on late-stage internal strength expert.
In the army, among ordinary soldiers, those who trained up internal strength were rare—and Hawkeye was the best of the best.
Aside from the single-combat contests where Hawkeye gave Flying Eagle Company an overwhelming advantage, even in team drills, Hawkeye alone could often pin down more than a dozen people—he was a terror on the field.
When Blade fought Woodhawk and Firehawk just now, he looked unstoppable, but in truth he was relying more on experience and technique. Against a true internal-strength master, his odds of victory were slim.
This was going to be a brutal fight!
Blade took a deep breath, staring coldly at Hawkeye. "You were clearly the ones who started this. What, Hawkeye, planning to play deaf now?"
Hawkeye couldn't even be bothered to reply to Blade's accusation.
This time, they'd come here specifically to demand an explanation for Ray Thunderhawk, but before they got it, both Firehawk and Woodhawk had already been taken out. Hawkeye was already seething inside.
Now Hawkeye balled his right fist and slid his left leg back, settling into a fighting stance. Internal energy surged through his body—he looked like a tiger or leopard ready to pounce, his aura utterly terrifying!
"Who started it isn't for you to decide! Blade, right? You hurt my men in front of me—get ready to pay the price!"
Hawkeye's eyes flared with anger. As soon as he spoke, his fighting spirit crashed down like a tidal wave, locking entirely onto Blade.
The sheer force of it was overwhelming—Blade's face changed instantly. Still, he raised his fists, holding his breath and focusing his mind. Even knowing he couldn't win, there was no fear in him at all!