Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1140: Fierce Battle on the Cliff

Just as Yelü Shou was rapidly dodging, the Assassin’s dark figure appeared again, ghost-like, in an impossible position. Before Yelü Shou could see clearly, a pair of double-bladed daggers gleaming with cold light in the night were spinning towards his neck’s major artery, with a tearing momentum and chilling intent seemingly capable of killing Yelü Shou on the spot.

Pupils narrowing, he thought to himself, "So fast!" In this life-and-death moment, Yelü Shou had no reservations left. Since he was prepared to die, there was no need to hold back. With his strength, he certainly couldn’t escape the assault of three people. Knowing he would die, he didn’t fear earthly trifles anymore. The right claw across his chest suddenly thrust forward, meeting the dagger as if piercing through space. At the same time, he executed a rapid move, slamming towards the other dagger charging at his chest.

Clang, clang, clang... A series of collisions and metallic clinking sounded almost continuously within a second, a dozen times. After forcefully repelling the Assassin’s figure before him, Yelü Shou hadn’t yet caught a breath when that same figure impossibly turned back mid-air, disappearing for a moment before reappearing on his right. Gripping the cliff wall with both hands, the Assassin’s toe struck towards Yelü Shou’s just-turned torso like raindrops in a storm.

He knew this guy was faster than ordinary people, but... even from afar, the City Lord Lao Jiu watching couldn’t help but break out in a sweat. He had to admire how calm Yelü Shou remained when faced with these three figures—it was a shock only felt in such encounters.

Startled, Yelü Shou, not fully turned around, swiftly changed tactics in his retreat, turning defense into offense. His left knee instantly bent, shifting his entire weight to the left. Simultaneously, he thrust his knee, hard as a hammer, towards the oncoming toe.

Bam... Yelü Shou’s body trembled slightly, uncontrollably stepping back. His retreating left foot tapped the ground, and after a brief pause, he charged forward fiercely.

His swift claws moved, leaving silver afterimages, launching proactively at the Assassin. Indeed, Yelü Shou’s abrupt change in that fifth of a second caught the Assassin completely off guard. Originally preparing to dodge and reposition for another strike, the Assassin had to quickly change tactics in response.

Clang! Clang! The clash of Steel Claw and daggers resonated almost as one, with the two figures entangled, hard to separate.

Sharp, ruthless, explosive, surging.

The entire edge of the cliff seemed shattered by the fierce impact, with only the two figures standing emotionlessly watching the fight, as if nothing mattered to them, even the potential death of their companions. Such indifference even made the City Lord Lao Jiu feel ashamed.

Shout!! Separate and attack again, without any pause.

Yelü Shou rapidly charged; as the Assassin’s shadow paused, his body suddenly tilted, piercing like a drawn sword. His left claw crossed his chest, palm outward, in defense; his spinning right claw swung with the thunder, carving an unusual path, targeting the Assassin’s throat.

As Yelü Shou dashed like a leopard, the Assassin’s shadow moved later, but arrived first. His wide black robe concealed his moves, like a hidden viper in the night, ready to strike fatally. If it’s a fight he wants, so be it.

The Assassin moved, his robe fluttering, ghost-like, towards Yelü Shou. His charge wasn’t as aggressive or direct as Yelü Shou’s but constantly shifted like a black mist, presenting a spatially transcendent spectacle.

Feeling the sharp energy brushing past, Yelü Shou’s cheek tingled slightly, causing his expression to grow serious. The Assassin’s bizarre Body Technique was shockingly impressive.

The crisp clang and dull bodily clashes sounded like rain hitting banana leaves, the rapidity of their movements and strokes turning them into a blurred, shapeless form.

Claw shadows, gleaming daggers, leg forms quickly filled the damp, misty clearing.

Each move, every maneuver, carried soul-stirring lethality, poured with intense effort from both sides.

The Assassin suddenly let out a cold shout, and his seemingly soft right arm abruptly stiffened. A surging force flowed along his right arm to the dagger, then fiercely clashed against Yelü Shou’s Steel Claw. The transition between soft and hard was startling and rapid, and the change in techniques was astoundingly fierce.

This near-brain-surpassing transformation directly resulted in Yelü Shou’s vigorously charging right arm going numb. At this critical moment, the Assassin’s left-hand sword ruthlessly slashed toward Yelü Shou’s chest.

Yet the Assassin underestimated Yelü Shou, underestimated his battle experience, and underestimated his reaction at life’s extremity.

Thud! Clang!

The cold blade pierced flesh but was narrowly intercepted by Yelü Shou, preventing the blade’s tip from slicing through his chest. Simultaneously, the Assassin’s left-hand dagger pierced a full centimeter into Yelü Shou’s chest, while Yelü Shou seized this rare opportunity, grasping the dagger firmly with his left claw.

His right foot swung towards the leg shadow thrown by Yelü Shou, colliding with a loud bang. With a clever tactic, both bodies separated abruptly, even wrenching the dagger held by Yelü Shou away.

As the Assassin caught his breath, the cold wind hit again. This time, Yelü Shou gave himself no more chances. His sharp Steel Claw slashed at the Assassin’s black robe with a thunderous momentum.

The tearing sound echoed, the sharp claw swiped across the robe, leaving four marks, the claw’s tip emerging stained with red and flesh strips. The bright red and pink were striking and glaring against the night.

The sudden pain caused the Assassin’s body to jolt, accelerating his forward momentum to evade Yelü Shou’s swinging Steel Claw.

Shooting a sharp glance at his wound, the Assassin’s shadow took a deep breath, calming his fluctuating chest. And at that moment, Yelü Shou’s left claw, no longer defensible, moved with a peculiar step, his Steel Claw rapidly maneuvering, pouring out claw shadows.

Facing Yelü Shou’s storm-like terrifying attack, the Assassin’s reaction seemed odd. His arms lowered into his black robe, making it hard to discern what his daggers were doing. Seen from outside, he appeared like a wooden stick shrouded in a robe. The only exposed eyes gradually became deep, emotionless like an ancient abyss. As Yelü Shou’s fierce charge pressed on, the Assassin only made slight sways and retreating movements, like a small boat rocked by ocean waves.