Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1141: Mysterious Strike

Even though he seemed sluggish, he always managed to avoid Yelü’s claw at the very last moment, with just the right amount of movement, precise to the millimeter.

Faced with such bizarre and strange circumstances, Yelü’s expression grew more serious, and his attacks became even more fierce and cunning. Others might think the assassin was passive under the ferocious assault, but as someone in the midst of it, he felt his danger level skyrocketing, as if a venomous python quietly lurking in the dark was waiting for the best moment to strike.

When he moves, he gives his all, and... one strike to kill!

In yet another fierce and beautiful clash, the movement of Yelü’s right claw showed a slight hesitation or sluggishness compared to before. This might be the most common flaw in a battle; lengthy engagements cause enormous physical exertion, and can often result in some mental irritation as well. The assassin’s deep and calm eyes flashed with a bright light, and he didn’t let go of this rare opportunity he had been waiting for. With a muffled roar rolling in his throat, his drifting black robe suddenly expanded, and two sinister daggers shot out like dragons emerging from the sea, attacking fiercely toward Yelü amidst a storm of claw shadows.

Clang!

A crisp collision sound suddenly rang out, and the fierce attack halted abruptly. The sudden transition between extreme motion and stillness was almost too abrupt, causing a small whirlwind in the surrounding air due to the change between movement and stillness.

At this moment, Xiao Lin, who had just arrived, narrowed his gaze and thought to himself that this was not good, as he fully opened his body technique and dashed downward.

The sound of fierce collisions echoed continuously, shaking everyone’s hearts. The assassin’s role shifted from passive to active, a sharp contrast to the previous eerie calmness. The knife’s blade rushed toward the steel claws wielded by Yelü with ferocious power.

Noticing the numbness and reduction in speed and strength of his arm, the assassin took advantage of the situation to direct his blade straight to the palm of the steel claw. The sharp and ruthless thrust of the attack also intensified Yelü’s recovery of strength, making the previously smooth offensive become extremely chaotic.

After a fierce impact, the assassin quickly shifted his steps, spinning violently behind Yelü. Before he could react, a swirling force streaked towards Yelü’s back with the momentum of thunder.

Pfft... Clothing was torn, and blood splattered! A groove appeared on his back, sending intense pain coursing through Yelü’s body, causing his retreating form to suddenly become stiff.

Clang clang! The silver steel claws clashed sharply against the blades, also forcefully repelling the assassin. In order to secure a brief rest for himself, Yelü hurriedly retreated, launching a swift but unpredictable counterattack with his gleaming steel claws tilted forward.

Sss! Yelü took a light sharp breath as he dodged aside. Although he could feel that the previous slash was not deep, the wound was not small. Moreover, the location was very precise; any motion of his arms would surely tug at the wound, causing stinging pain, which would inevitably affect his performance.

Clenching his teeth, Yelü swung his claws again, charging angrily at the assassin. His claws created a flurry of shadows that once again rushed toward the opponent, but despite enduring the sharp pains and discomfort, his moves were clearly constrained, no longer possessing the previous vicious cunning.

On the other hand, the assassin, though appearing frantic, managed to intercept most of Yelü’s steel claw attacks regardless of the angle they came from.

The fierce collision commenced once more, enveloping the assassin completely with claw shadows.

Shreds of cloth and bloodstains occasionally floated out from the battle circle, not only from Yelü but also from the assassin.

Roar! Amidst the successive collisions, a roar rolled from Yelü’s throat as his advancing body suddenly crouched, using his left foot as a pivot, spinning his body, with a sharp leg wind sweeping across the assassin. Mid-air, he twisted downwards, and the hard, sharp claws aimed directly at the Dark Hidden Prince’s nape.

Bang... Pfft...

Where the steel claw reached, it tore through flesh and blood. The assassin opened his mouth, pained to the extent that he lost his voice, his entire body was flung backward, landing where he had stood before. However, just as a companion wanted to step in to replace him, the assassin sprang up again, his daggers colliding in the air driving a fierce gust of wind, tearing through the airflow and heading straight for Yelü’s chest.

Amidst the flurry of remnants, Yelü seemed to remain absorbed in his impressions; what kind of monstrous strength was this, allowing such a rapid counterattack even after having the nape pierced? He couldn’t help but mentally shout a note of admiration for this person.

Admirable as it was, this was still a lethal duel, allowing no room for luck.

"How dare you!"

The moment was created in an instant; as mentioned earlier, the battlefield is devoid of the notion of luck, and Yelü’s shock and hesitation were enough to cause him to lose the original advantage.

The cold blade arrived in front of him with a chilling aura amidst the sharp cries, and immediately thereafter, the second wave of attacks blocked his retreat. At this moment, he had no way to retreat. Just at this moment of crisis, an icy voice descended from the sky.

Clang clang clang! Yelu Shou only felt sparks flying in front of his eyes, the dazzling light making it impossible for him to keep his eyes open.

"Stand back!" Another deep voice came, and Yelu Shou instantly recognized it as Xiao Lin’s voice. However, he did not retreat. Instead, just as Xiao Lin stabilized himself, with a short spike in his hand blocking the assassin’s dagger across his chest, Yelu Shou’s right hand Steel Claw reached out from his palm, firmly locking onto the dagger, forcing Xiao Lin’s spike to release.

"They only need one opponent, and that’s me."

Xiao Lin frowned. At this moment, Yelu Shou leapt up from the ground, his body spinning as he shot towards the retreating assassin.

"Reckless!" Xiao Lin once again blocked Yelu Shou’s attempt to attack, making the battle much more interesting. From a distance, Lao Jiu let out a sigh of relief. "Your life is mine." With those words, he mercilessly delivered a palm strike, blasting Yelu Shou out of the battle circle. His light figure landed not far in front of Lao Jiu, just as Yelu Shou was about to rush back into the triangular zone he was pulled back by someone from behind.

"You know you’re no match for them, so why throw your life away?" Lao Jiu was not mocking Yelu Shou’s overestimating his abilities but truly didn’t understand his life-risking mindset.

"Xiao Lin can’t kill them; these people are just a hassle." Yelu Shou hummed with a hint of frustration.

"I don’t think Xiao Lin is the type to trouble himself, and furthermore, are Xiao Family’s people known to be afraid of trouble?" Lao Jiu’s words seemed to carry deep meaning, but at this moment, Yelu Shou could not comprehend it. His mind was currently in chaos, losing his usual calmness.

"Let me go!" The battle had already begun within the triangular circle, and the guy who had been trembling with him earlier was now fiercely staring at his position, as if ready to fight at any moment.

"Is this what the dark ruler is like?" Lao Jiu released Yelu Shou as requested, but his words carried a mocking tone. "How can someone so irrational and impulsive like you rule the entire dark realm, or is it just Xiao Lin and the Xiao Family that makes you like this?"

Lao Jiu’s words struck a chord with Yelu Shou. He turned back to stare at Lao Jiu. "What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing, just reconsidering my view of you, thinking you’re not fit to be a ruler." Lao Jiu lay back with his hands behind his head, ever since Xiao Lin appeared, he hadn’t been too worried about the impending crisis.

"Damned assassin, speak clearly about the fire." Yelu Shou impulsively grabbed Lao Jiu by the collar, who groaned in response.

"Attempting murder, huh?" Lao Jiu shrieked. "Honestly, I trust Xiao Lin more than you. During your fight with that uncle earlier, I worried about being dragged down by your miserable defeat, but now I have none of those worries. Understand, kid?"

"Are you mocking me?"

"Alright, if that’s how you interpret it, then so be it. It’s just that stepping in now will only create trouble, you’re not fit for battle in your current state. If you don’t believe me, just ignore what I said and see for yourself." Lao Jiu moved his chin, indicating that Yelu Shou could join the fight if he wanted. No one would stop him, at least Lao Jiu didn’t have the ability to.

"You..." Yelu Shou looked at Lao Jiu’s indifferent expression, his gray eyes narrowed. "I should have finished you in the cave, saving the worry here."

"Haha, you wouldn’t. Watch and learn, kid."

Calling him "kid" left and right gave Yelu Shou a murderous impulse again. Although this guy seemed about the same age as him, his actual age was really unknown.

The person in the triangular camp stood with feet apart, holding two pointed spikes pointing downward. His broad shoulders slacked off, and the head on his shoulders likewise drooped loosely, eyes slightly closed. On closer inspection, you could see tiny beads of sweat on his straight nose, nostrils flaring, gently and strongly, lips pressed into a line, with a seemingly sarcastic smirk at the corners of his mouth, the roguish look making spectators sweat on his behalf.

Xiao Lin breathed in the salty and bitter air, the moist stickiness making him uncomfortable. It seemed that ever since coming to Sicily, his little cleanliness quirks had healed on their own. Most of the time, he didn’t have time to ponder on the sense of cleanliness; now on this deserted island, there were probably just a few of them left. There were no longer any signals from the Black Doctor’s side, which was a good thing.

The people standing at the three corners didn’t seem unfamiliar with Xiao Lin. Yet, his nonchalance apparently didn’t take them seriously.

"You standing up for him?" This sounded more like a rhetorical question. Xiao Lin opened his eyes. He didn’t see the speaker, whose expression and face were uncannily identical, making it somewhat difficult to distinguish who spoke. He turned thirty-five degrees so he was facing the person at the highest point of the triangle, surprised they would speak up, though it was better than dealing with some mute who wouldn’t talk under any circumstance.

Xiao Lin nodded. "His issues are my issues; can you decide?" The man under the black robe nodded expressionlessly. "How about one person for another, let all three of you pick one, and settle this?" The man in the black robe shook his head. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com), your support is my greatest motivation.)