Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 829: Is Xiang Yu Really Dead?

That night was the most satisfying night of Xiang Yu’s life. Normally, Team Two and Team Three were frequently at loggerheads, competing with each other, neither willing to back down.

This time, after Xiang Yu was beaten, it completely infuriated them. Taking advantage of the dark and windy night, they stormed into Team Two’s dormitory and gave them a thorough beating.

Afterwards, all members of Team Three were severely reprimanded and were punished to clean the toilets for a week. Although they were punished, they were very happy.

Xiang Yu felt that hanging out with them was thrilling, especially Qing Lang. He had the most devious tricks, often messing with others when there was nothing else to do, though in the end, it was always Xiang Yu who took the blame.

Once, after their training ended, Qing Lang brought Xiang Yu to the barracks of the regular soldiers, where they cut large holes in the seat area of everyone’s pants hanging outside to dry, along with slashing the fronts of their underwear.

But during the act, they were caught in the middle. Qing Lang fled quickly, disappearing without a trace, while Xiang Yu was captured and given a harsh beating. They even stripped off his pants, leaving him to return to the training ground in only his underwear.

This incident became a perpetual joke across the military district. Everyone knew about the Special Forces soldier who had his pants ripped off.

Those cheerful memories flashed through Xiang Yu’s mind one by one. If someone had told him in the past that Qing Lang was a traitor to the squad, he would have rushed over without hesitation to fight that person to the death.

After all, he understood Qing Lang too well, even knowing when he was in a romantic mood. But this was the same man he trusted, and now he was forced to act against him.

"Captain, brothers, I’m coming to see you now." Xiang Yu smiled, a smile full of joy, yet tears streamed down the corners of his eyes. It was a contradiction.

Just as Xiang Yu threw out the dagger, a sharp gunshot rang out, and Xiang Yu only felt a sharp pain in his left chest before collapsing stiffly to the ground.

The dagger he had thrown shot forward fiercely, producing a screeching sound as it scraped against metal, eventually embedding itself into a vehicle just five centimeters away from Qing Lang’s head.

Qing Lang stood there holding a gun, motionless. If not for the faint wisp of smoke escaping the barrel, it might have been easy to mistake him for a statue.

Xiang Yu, in the end, didn’t go for the kill against an old comrade. In the instant he threw the dagger, he changed its trajectory. He also made no effort to avoid the shot.

Everyone has their own choices to make, and Xiang Yu chose to die by his brother’s hand.

Qing Lang stood in place for a full minute. Perhaps taking action against an old comrade brought turmoil to his heart as well.

Finally, Qing Lang lit himself a cigarette, pulled the dagger out of the car, and then slowly walked over to Xiang Yu.

At that moment, a car sped onto the street, and six people rushed out with guns in hand, encircling Xiang Yu.

These were soldiers from Qing Lang’s team.

"Kid, I warned you a long time ago. You’re no match for me. Do you see that now?" Qing Lang held a gun in one hand and the dagger in the other, looking down at Xiang Yu, who was lying on the ground.

Xiang Yu lay there silently, with a faint smile on his face, tears glistening at the corners of his eyes, his life or death uncertain.

At this point, one of the surrounding men disengaged the safety on his weapon, intending to shoot Xiang Yu. Qing Lang raised a hand to stop him.

"Let me do it," Qing Lang said coldly. He then drove the dagger downward, plunging it into Xiang Yu’s chest so deeply that only the hilt was left visible.

"From this day forward, the name Xiang Yu will no longer exist in this world." Qing Lang’s face grew stern, and he turned to leave.

"Should we take his body back?" At that moment, someone walked over, checked Xiang Yu’s pulse, and confirmed that there was no heartbeat before asking.

"No need. He has no further worth. Just leave him here." With that, Qing Lang didn’t linger any longer and got into the car.

After confirming once more that Xiang Yu had no pulse, the remaining soldiers also climbed into the car and drove off, disappearing into the distance.

Meanwhile, Tie Zhuzi and the others sped back in their car. Had they arrived just one minute earlier, they might have encountered Qing Lang’s team.

As soon as the car stopped, Tie Zhuzi jumped out, almost stumbling. He was too anxious, and his earlier exertion had left his legs weak.

By this time, Xiao Xuan had already dashed into the hotel. Less than two minutes later, he rushed back out.

"No one’s inside!" Xiao Xuan’s eyes were red, his voice urgent.

"Everyone stay calm and search the area," Wu Yue commanded with a calmness born of her leadership instincts.

"Brother Yu!" Tie Zhuzi suddenly screamed, his heart overwhelmed with panic.

At that moment, a trembling hotel employee came out and pointed toward the distant street.

Without asking further questions, they all sprinted in that direction. Xiao Xuan was at the lead, and as he approached the street corner, he saw a red car parked in the distance — the same car belonging to the innkeeper’s wife.

Not far from it, a person lay on the ground with a dagger embedded in their body. Seeing this, Xiao Xuan’s knees gave out, and he knelt fiercely on the ground. All strength drained from his body, his mind a chaotic swirl of red and white, utterly blank.

Behind him, Wu Yue and Feng Lan also ran up. They ignored Xiao Xuan and rushed straight over.

"Xiang Yu!" Upon identifying the body as Xiang Yu, Feng Lan broke down, tears streaming uncontrollably.

In this moment, she felt her heart shatter, an unbearable pain as if being torn apart. She had come here for Xiang Yu’s help and had always harbored deep feelings for him. She once thought her regard for Xiang Yu had diminished significantly, but now she realized he had rooted himself deeply in her heart.

"Ahhh! Ahhh!" Tie Zhuzi screamed like a madman, losing all self-control. It felt as though his body had ceased to function, his roars filled with despair.

At this critical moment, Wu Yue remained the most composed. As a warrior trained professionally, she refused to let emotions cloud her rational judgment.

Moreover, her bond with Xiang Yu was the shortest among them. While she did have feelings for him, they weren’t as deep as Tie Zhuzi’s or Feng Lan’s.

Looking at where the dagger was embedded, Wu Yue grew suspicious. The person who struck clearly had skill. If they truly wanted to kill Xiang Yu, the dagger would have gone straight into his heart. The actual placement didn’t make sense.

It was as though no vital organs had been targeted. This didn’t align with the actions of a professional.

In her days as a soldier, Wu Yue had once heard of a legend.

There supposedly existed masters of blade techniques in the world, capable of temporarily cutting off a person’s breathing and even stopping their pulse.

As long as the blade wasn’t removed, the person would remain unconscious. The duration of survival depended on the victim’s physical condition.

For those in poorer health, they wouldn’t last even a minute. For those in excellent shape, they might endure five or six minutes.

But Wu Yue had only heard rumors of such methods. She had never seen it for herself, nor did she believe such mystical techniques truly existed...