Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1139: The Unrelenting Spirit

Lao Jiu, caught in a fierce battle between his love for food and curiosity, finally climbed up from the ground and stepped towards the cave entrance. The intense smell of blood assaulted his senses, instantly dispelling his attachment to food. His keen sense of smell told him something had changed drastically. There had been only two people at the entrance earlier, but the heavy scent of blood in the air suggested the presence of at least a dozen bodies. Where did the extra people come from?

"Damn it, don’t come out!" Before reaching the entrance, he heard a shout aimed inside the cave. Why did the voice feel so familiar? Lao Jiu was not someone who would obediently comply. He continued to walk out, and suddenly a corpse fell in front of him—it was a soldier, unfortunately, whose throat had been cut before he could draw his gun.

"Ah, it’s you!" Finally seeing the slender silhouette at the cave entrance, Lao Jiu nodded as if he had anticipated it. "Thinking about it, it should be you guys indeed."

Yelu Shou kicked over a soldier who rushed at him, slashed with his right hand, and blood sprayed instantly from another person whose throat was severed. "What do you mean it’s us? Don’t cause trouble here." Yelu Shou glanced back at the bent-over Yelu Shou, the horrifying wound made him gasp in shock—it was not easy to survive with wounds like those!

"Just playing guessing games to see if it was you guys. But such a big commotion and arrangement, it’s hard to guess wrong. How many people did Xiao Lin bring this time?" Lao Jiu leaned against the rock wall, watching Yelu Shou’s clean and efficient killing style with appreciation, and couldn’t help but sigh.

"Four!"

"Ah, only four this time? There’s at least half a platoon’s worth here. Let me calculate, wouldn’t the odds of one against twenty be too challenging?"

"I think leaving you stranded on the island to fend for yourself would be the best plan." Yelu Shou deftly dealt with the last soldier rushing at him, again precisely severing the throat like it had been machine-cut, possibly even more accurate than a machine.

"I think you’d be wasted as the dark boss; you’re more suited to being an assassin. Want to join my side?"

Yelu Shou exhaled heavily, lit a cigarette, and handed it to Lao Jiu, lighting another for himself and smoking silently. "Can you still walk?" Halfway through, Yelu Shou turned to ask Lao Jiu, as the sky darkened rapidly and the salty taste in the sea breeze intensified—a storm was about to hit.

"These old bones can still manage." Extinguishing the cigarette butt in the blood, Lao Jiu leaned against the wall to stand up, and Yelu Shou watched him worriedly, supporting him, almost causing Lao Jiu to slip and fall. "I can walk by myself."

"No time left." Just as he said this, several figures appeared before them. Yelu Shou raised an eyebrow. "Damn it, they’re unrelenting."

Lao Jiu curiously observed the identical-looking individuals, as if Yelu Shou had past dealings with them. "Are you all in the same gang?"

"In the same gang, but they’re death seekers." Yelu Shou pursed his lips. The three stood before them, saying nothing, doing nothing, just their cold glare exuding menace. "Weren’t you looking to hire? They’re in your line of work."

"Assassins, huh? I didn’t know there were such roles." Lao Jiu felt Yelu Shou’s arm tighten around him, the tension causing his muscles to instinctively stiffen. These people seemed formidable, immediately instilling tension in Yelu Shou upon their appearance.

"Dan Clan’s Assassin Group, twelve in total, six are deployed this time. I’ve killed one." Yelu Shou spoke while searching for an escape route. The space was too small, and an injured person was beside him.

"Ah, no wonder I haven’t heard of them; turns out they’re from an ancient family. You’ve got yourself into trouble, tsk tsk tsk."

"Dammit, now’s not the time for your sarcastic remarks. Move!" Yelu Shou widened his eyes, wanting to hit the guy beside him, who seemed to be gloating. Despite such intent, he lifted Lao Jiu and slid down the right side of the cave entrance, grabbing a tree branch as they descended, swinging them both across to the trees opposite the cave, prompting Lao Jiu to shout loudly.

"Are you a woman?" Yelu Shou was a bit annoyed by this loud-mouthed guy. How did his temperament change after emerging from the underground city?

"Looking at your irritable face, I’m just setting the atmosphere. But to think you could come up with this, you must really be wary of those people." Lao Jiu put aside his playful demeanor and turned to look behind him; the figures of three people at the cave entrance were already gone.

Yelu Shou didn’t bicker with Lao Jiu and led him towards the back of the small island.

Cliff! The end of this small island, with no place to retreat, no place to flee, no place to advance!

Yelu Shou put down Lao Jiu. They had just landed, and the three people behind them also landed simultaneously. Looking at these three guys, Yelu Shou sighed; it seemed it was impossible to avoid this battle. Yi had said that these people wouldn’t give up until they achieved their goal. However, since they sent half their people just to kill him, it was quite a grand affair.

Fixing his gaze on the three people in front, already accustomed to these guys’ quirks, Yelu Shou quietly took a deep breath and calmly awaited their move. This time, he was prepared, unlike on the freighter; he would wait for the right opportunity.

This thought only flashed momentarily, yet it made the four of them stare at each other for no less than half an hour, so focused and cautious that they ignored everyone around them.

Lao Jiu blinked his eyes and had already recalled for a long time, but both sides remained in their original stances without any sign of attack. Just as he was about to speak, a sea breeze rushed into his throat, causing him to cough violently without uttering a single word.

Perhaps the unexpected sound broke the stillness between the two sides. Yelu Shou glanced sideways at Lao Jiu behind him. Upon receiving Yelu Shou’s gaze, Lao Jiu was shocked. It was a gaze filled with resolute determination; what was this guy thinking during the silence just now?

Lao Jiu opened his mouth silently, but the only response was Yelu Shou shaking his head.

"Stay here and wait for Xiao Lin to come." After speaking, Yelu Shou drew a pair of Steel Claws from his back, wearing them as he dashed forward, pulling the battle circle tens of feet away, deliberately keeping Lao Jiu out of it. He wasn’t worried that these people would attack him; these people were much more trustworthy than those assassins. However, in the midst of battle, there’s inevitable slaughter. With Lao Jiu’s current physique, he couldn’t withstand the intense gusts during combat. Yelu Shou didn’t want the guy he saved from a group to end up dying under his own gusts; that would indeed be an unwarranted death.

The three identical people saw Yelu Shou initiate the attack and rushed towards him. Instantly, the three separated, forming a triangle around Yelu Shou. It was nearly impossible for Yelu Shou to distinguish between them from their appearance. In just a few seconds, an encircling defensive formation was formed, making retreat impossible for Yelu Shou.

"Fine, I won’t run anymore. Are you coming at me together or one by one? Whatever you like today. If you have the skill, come take my life; if not, get ready to die under my claws." Yelu Shou shouted, his voice reaching Lao Jiu’s ears and Xiao Lin, who was searching for his trace, far away. Finally, some action? Xiao Lin, standing in place, looked toward the forest, thinking that Qin Lin had been dealt with, and his remaining followers had left the island by boat. Is this the third wave?

The invincible triangle formation, advancing and retreating as one, wouldn’t become chaotic due to its complexity or riddled with holes due to the lack of a corner. There were many variations for a triangle; even with a flaw, it could transform into a line attack or a sectional assault.

Standing in the center, Yelu Shou seemed to grow weary of these three wooden figures. With a twist of his toe, he kicked up a cloud of sand and stones at the people standing at the triangle’s points.

Amidst the raised dust, one person guarding the baseline finally dashed out. The triangular formation immediately shifted, as the vacated spot was filled by another person who quickly assessed the geographical environment and stood in the central spot to the lower right. On the left was an endless cliff; falling meant certain death and drowning by the sea. On the right was a forest that seemed to be the back of a cave in terms of area, making it the most likely place to escape if possible.

The figure who struck first whirled like the wind above Yelu Shou’s head. Though these people looked exactly alike, even their heights matched to a fraction, their martial skill levels were decisively different. The speed of the previous one who’d been killed already shocked Yelu Shou, and this one was even more astonishing.

"Good! Well done!" Yelu Shou shouted coldly. Taking advantage of the gap, his claws danced in a dazzling trajectory, slashing viciously toward the assassin’s chest with shadows that felt almost tangible.

Whether Yelu Shou’s skill surpassed that of the assassin wasn’t entirely determined, but just from the opponent’s speed, Yelu Shou couldn’t contend. However, between foes, what counts isn’t just speed alone. Yelu Shou believed these adversaries harbored unique talents given their speed. He hadn’t clashed with this person before, nor was he one he encountered in ’Wagang’ with Xiao Lin. Therefore, he hesitated at first about whether to hold back some strength. Such an idea was only natural for any expert. In top-tier battles, no one reveals their trump card from the start. (To be continued. If you like this story, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote, as your support is my greatest motivation.)