Bidegla's quick reaction saved him from becoming a lifeless body. It seemed that the opponent was skilled in deadly tactics, leaving Bidegla feeling somewhat flustered.

"It seems that you're not as impressive as you thought," the man laughed triumphantly after seeing Bidegla being thrown back, displaying an insufferable air.

"If my true energy hadn't been depleted, I could have easily defeated you," Bidegla thought bitterly as he picked himself up from the ground. He had no choice but to either defeat his opponent or face death himself.

"You are no match for me," Bidegla retorted, advancing instead of retreating. He may not have learned lethal techniques from a professional, but he understood the vital points of the human body. His current focus was targeting these vulnerable areas.

Since the opponent wanted him dead, he had no qualms about reciprocating. As the saying goes, "What goes around, comes around."

In the blink of an eye, the two were entangled in a fierce struggle, each move aimed at the other's vulnerable spots. It was like a scene from a jewelry store opening, with Bidegla weakened by the loss of true energy, yet displaying remarkable resilience. Despite sustaining injuries, he continued to rise from the ground and fight on.

His tenacity unsettled the soldier, who marveled at Bidegla's refusal to succumb, despite being battered and bloodied.

The battle raged on, with no clear victor after an hour. Bidegla, drenched in blood, was a chilling sight. His current condition would have rendered a normal person incapacitated, but he not only stood his ground, but also thwarted his opponent's lethal attacks, a truly terrifying display.

He now seemed like a wild beast, exuding a savage aura that would intimidate even a child.

"Still not dead?" the soldier's voice trembled as he witnessed Bidegla rise once again. He wasn't incapable of defeating Bidegla, but killing him seemed impossible due to his meticulous defenses.

"Today, you will be the one to die," Bidegla snarled menacingly.

"I refuse to believe I can't kill you," the soldier declared, unleashing his most powerful strike, willing to suffer the consequences if it meant Bidegla's demise.

"Cease your actions at once." Upon seeing the imminent death of Bidegla, Meda Ponce also let out a resounding cry, unable to bear the sight of Bidegla dying here.

However, her words had no effect on the soldier, who could not be stopped.

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"I die, you die too!" Glancing at the soldier, Bidegla also raised his fist and struck out. This blow contained all the strength in his body, for he knew this was the final confrontation, a matter of life and death.

Bang! Like two cannonballs colliding, at that moment, the soldier's fist landed on Bidegla's chest, while Bidegla's fist struck just as accurately on his chest.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, the soldier's face full of disbelief, unable to comprehend his impending death.

The outcome was clear, Bidegla's strength far surpassed the soldier's, completely shattering his internal organs.

Thud! The one who had previously overwhelmed Bidegla was now kneeling before him, blood flowing from his mouth and chest, clearly unable to survive.

Thud! The soldier was doomed to die, but Bidegla was also in a dire state. He felt as if a mountain was pressing on his chest, unable to breathe, suffocating, and his mind went blank, unable to think.

The opponent knelt before him, breathless, and Bidegla stood for about three seconds before finally kneeling as well, utterly devoid of strength to remain standing.

In that moment, Bidegla's mind was blank, his eyes wide but devoid of any spirit, his mouth slightly agape, but unable to utter a word.

"No!" Seeing Bidegla kneel, Meda Ponce let out a hoarse and desperate cry, a sound that could have been heard clearly throughout the entire hill.

Although Meda Ponce had considered the possibility of Bidegla's death, witnessing it firsthand left her heart in anguish, a feeling she had never experienced before.

A person who fearlessly fought to the death for them, even though he was not a match for the opponent, had not fled, and yet in the end, Bidegla killed the opponent, and he too was... to die in battle.

"I'm... sorry..." Just as Bidegla felt his strength being drained from him, he managed to utter the words he believed he should say.

One sentence, containing all he wanted to say, unable to recall anything, driven solely by instinct.

Finally, he only felt a flash of darkness before losing consciousness completely.

When he awoke, he didn't know how much time had passed. But when he opened his eyes, he felt the weight of his arm and, upon lowering his head, saw the beautiful Meda Ponce resting against him.

One could not even say "resting" - Meda Ponce's current position was more like nestling in his embrace, like a couple.

Lowering the hand that was supporting her, Bidegla felt very puzzled. He did not move Meda Ponce, but simply gazed at the sky above him, wearing a pensive expression.

In the midst of his battle with that man, he truly felt as though he were on the brink of death. Yet, why was he still alive? And why could he still see the stunning Meda Ponce?

Regardless of his thoughts, he felt his mind engulfed in confusion, unable to grasp anything. He had no idea what had transpired after he fell, but thankfully, he had not succumbed to the absurdity of amnesia. He still remembered the fiancée awaiting his return in Zhuhai City.

With a long, deep breath, Bidegla recalled the night's battle with a lingering sense of trepidation. In the final blow, he had resigned himself to certain death, only to find that his opponent had perished before him, leaving him alive.

Furthermore, why was Meda Ponce still there after he had fallen? And why was he lying in the midst of this forest?

It was all shrouded in mystery, and he had no inkling of what had transpired. Thankfully, he was still alive, not having met the same fate as his opponent.

The pain in his chest had subsided, but he still felt uncomfortable lying on what seemed to be a protruding rock.

As he shifted slightly, the movement startled Meda Ponce, who was nestled in his arms, awake.