Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1188: Forced Battle (1)

Bang! With a dull thud, Hua Qingyi’s body trembled, and he staggered back a dozen steps before barely steadying himself. He really hadn’t realized that Young Master Wu’s Inner Strength was so powerful, and even his physical force was formidable among his peers.

Although Young Master Wu only staggered slightly when hit by Hua Qingyi’s kick, unlike Hua Qingyi, who retreated several steps, the surging bloodthirstiness muddled his mind. The kick he braced against was the first time he witnessed Hua Qingyi’s true skill, definitely a few levels above the strength he exhibited during the hostage incident at the bank against the Middle Eastern gentleman.

Young Master Wu stared at Hua Qingyi and said, "Young Master Hua, is this from you personally, or from Young Master Xiao?"

"Does it make a difference?"

"If it’s Xiao Lin’s personal act, your Hua Family doesn’t need to get involved. Accusations of detaining the Murong Family Head would be indefensible whether on the straight or crooked path. You shouldn’t be fighting me here now but persuading Young Master Xiao against doing anything needless."

Upon hearing this, Hua Qingyi burst into laughter instead of getting angry. "Young Master Wu, assassins who talk too much never end well. If you’re scared, surrender obediently. That’ll save me energy; even though night is approaching, it’s still quite hot."

Seen clearly, Young Master Wu let out a roar and charged forward. His feet stomped down on the ground, then with a bend, he fiercely shot into mid-air. With a rapid choice attack, his right leg slashed diagonally toward Hua Qingyi’s neck with terrifying strength and a cunning angle, causing hearts to tremble, and seeming to harbor a deadly intent aimed at a quick resolution.

Hua Qingyi maintained his posture throughout the fierce battle, motionless until Young Master Wu’s sweeping legs with their gale-force arrived in front of him, then moved his left foot, his right hand forming a claw to swiftly snap onto the incoming right leg.

Slap! Young Master Wu’s body shuddered and bounced back as if anticipating it, yet before landing from mid-air, another fierce whirlwind leg sweep targeted Hua Qingyi’s left leg once again.

Hua Qingyi dared not be complacent; he coldly laughed, powerfully withdrawing his left leg, carrying up swirling dust, performing two consecutive backflips to narrowly evade the peril.

Seeing his attack missed, Young Master Wu let out a maddened scream, supporting himself with both palms to flip his body and channeling all his energy into his legs, pounding Hua Qingyi fiercely with stormy leg winds.

Hua Qingyi retreated while skillfully swinging both hands, regardless of how swift Young Master Wu’s legs were; Hua Qingyi was always able to deftly deflect them. Anxious and frustrated, Young Master Wu bellowed as he slammed his palms into the ground to propel himself into the air, spinning grandly and quickly, combining both legs to spiral-spin towards Hua Qingyi.

Hua Qingyi swung his double fists upward, fiercely striking Young Master Wu’s spinning legs with a loud bang!

Hua Qingyi staggered back several steps; Young Master Wu, seeing an advantage, mercilessly pursued. Upon landing, his legs suddenly slid erratically forward at extreme speed to approach Hua Qingyi. This time, he abandoned speed and strength, instead using exceptionally cunning and bizarre angles to attack. His legs always appeared from different angles; even if evaded, they’d strike from another direction, dodging Hua Qingyi’s palms yet kicking his forearms.

Bam, bam, bam! A series of bizarre attacks instantly left Hua Qingyi’s arms ragged and bloody.

"Are you trained in Shaolin?" Hua Qingyi knew a bit about external martial arts; such swift force clearly came from Shaolin, though the peculiar Body Technique didn’t match.

"I didn’t expect a rich man’s son like you to know quite a bit," Young Master Wu felt empowered and became even more valiant.

His legs spread wide, rapidly spinning to propel his entire body into a descending rotation. Lastly, he bent his right arm while clenching his left fist, delivering a mighty elbow strike to Hua Qingyi’s head like Mount Tai collapsing. Hua Qingyi crossed his hands, interlocking his fingers, causing a thunderous sound as Young Master Wu connected.

Ugh! Despite having anticipated it, the dreadful force still drove Hua Qingyi’s legs deep into the ground, the stabbing pain in his knees made him utter a low growl.

This unimaginable strength and intensity incited a thrill of fear and heart-trembling.

When strong faces strong, if not due to deep-seated hatred, such a match becomes a mutual admiration duel. Hua Qingyi harbored no ill-will toward Young Master Wu and felt exhilarated to face such a formidable opponent, even as the face more beautiful than a woman’s now shone brightly, his eyes emitted sharp rays.

Just as Young Master Wu pondered why Hua Qingyi hadn’t initiated an attack, slap!

Hua Qingyi suddenly squatted down with force and skillfully blocked Young Master Wu’s elbow strike. His hands turned into claws, fiercely gripping the two elbows that attempted to attack his head and right elbow. The claws clamped down like an eagle, digging deeply into the flesh, resembling a vulture grabbing its prey in a swooping dive.

Young Master Wu’s frenzied attacks suddenly halted. He had seen Xiao Lin use such a technique before but never imagined someone else could replicate it so precisely. For people like them, each had their unique skills, meant for survival, and would never be exchanged with others. "This is..."

Hua Qingyi smirked, his gaze filled with an unsettling aura as he stared at Young Master Wu. "Curious as to why I know it? Heh, someone like you would never understand."

"What? Ah!" As Hua Qingyi’s ten fingers spread out, ten columns of blood spurted out, and his hands, glistening like flowing light, slammed down on Young Master Wu’s shoulders like a mountain pressing down.

Snap! A crisp slap resounded in the air, accompanied by Young Master Wu’s painful roar, as Murong Lengyue, almost at Black Street, paused her steps anxiously, turning her head back.

"Don’t worry, your bodyguard won’t die, but there’s definitely no escaping punishment!" Yelü Shou gave Murong Lengyue a mocking smile. As the saying goes, you have to watch the owner when hitting the dog, and Hua Qingyi was disciplining her follower on her behalf, warning her not to be too arrogant.

"Why are you doing this?" Murong Lengyue couldn’t help but ask, but Yelü Shou just smiled, inviting her into the three-story building of Black Street.

On this side, Young Master Wu’s shoulders were left a bloody mess from the columns of blood brought out by Hua Qingyi’s fingers. Nearly crushed to the ground by the force pressing him from above, Hua Qingyi used the tremendous strength to leap up into the air, performing a large arc with his body and then attacked Young Master Wu’s back with his right foot again.

The screams rang out as Young Master Wu’s entire body flew horizontally towards a nearby tree. However, Hua Qingyi’s form became illusory for a moment, though not as flawlessly as Xiao Lin’s, it still left only faint traces of movement, indistinguishable to ordinary people.

As the phantom flickered, Hua Qingyi suddenly appeared on the trunk of that tree, wrapping his legs around the trunk, and with his fists clenched, delivered a powerful punch toward Young Master Wu flying in midair, the forceful punch breaking through the air with a whooshing sound.

There’s no suspense as Young Master Wu’s body crashed heavily onto the ground, half of his body dyed a crimson red. But it wasn’t over. Hua Qingyi roared, leaped up again, and swung a wide arc from above with his right leg, ready to strike down. Despite his severe injuries, Young Master Wu’s reflexes were unimpaired—though his head was still fuzzy, he instinctively judged Hua Qingyi’s attack direction, gritting his teeth and crossing his arms to block.

Crack! The arms straining to block made a bone-chilling cracking sound as they dislocated. Yet Hua Qingyi’s sweeping kick showed no sign of stopping, striking Young Master Wu’s right chest and sending his strong body flying again, crashing toward the nearby trees.

Hua Qingyi nimbly somersaulted and landed on his feet, launching himself forward once more. His right leg slashed powerfully toward the tree-leaning Young Master Wu, leaving several afterimages—a striking visual impact.

Young Master Wu’s eyes trembled as he rolled desperately away, narrowly dodging Hua Qingyi’s terrifying, lightning-fast sweeper kick.

Crack! A large tree, thick enough for a person to hug, instantly showed a deep crack, and after a few groans, the trunk snapped in half. Young Master Wu licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, let out a chuckle, revealing red blood-stained teeth. He removed his tattered short-sleeve, exposing his muscular body. Although the lines were not as defined as a bodybuilder’s, within the same class, they could be considered quite perfect. Hua Qingyi blinked with a bit of admiration as Young Master Wu reset his dislocated arm with a click.

"Your speed and strength are indeed superior to mine, but defeating me won’t be that easy." As soon as the words fell, Young Master Wu let out a lion’s roar, directly punching towards Hua Qingyi without any flashy moves.

Hua Qingyi let out a light snort, easily avoiding the fierce punch while simultaneously kicking Young Master Wu’s left thigh with his right leg.

The fierce kick scraped off a large piece of Young Master Wu’s flesh, yet he remained unmoved. Hua Qingyi’s heart trembled, immediately realizing something was wrong.

When such a warning light flashed in his mind, it was already too late. Young Master Wu’s left hand turned into a claw, drawing a perfect arc, leaving residual images, striking toward Hua Qingyi’s left chest with a terrifying force as if cutting through a rock wall.

In great shock, Hua Qingyi found it too late to escape. At that critical moment, Hua Qingyi roared in anger, crossing his clawed hands downward in an urgent intercept.

Bang... Splatter... Though redirected by Hua Qingyi’s intercept, the left claw still brushed past his left rib, tearing off a large chunk of fresh blood and flesh, exposing two pale white ribs.

Ah... Hua Qingyi tilted his head, letting out an earth-shattering roar, sending a chill through the hearts of everyone in Black Street. With a look of fright, Murong Lengyue glanced at Yelü Shou, unable to see the scene on the long street before them from within this three-story building, only left with the unsettling sound. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast recommendation and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)