Special Forces Medic

The shadows behind were like Ghosts, always trailing them, impossible to shake off. As they sprinted, those three white figures persistently appeared five steps behind them, immensely irritating.

"Let’s split up!" Yelu Shou shouted darkly to his companion. "I’ll divert them away, you go back and inform Xiao Lin that the big fish has taken the bait."

"No way!" As they ran, Lao Jiu’s red hair flew wildly, defying Yelu Shou’s orders. "Boss said we must go back together. Don’t even think about risking it alone."

"Are you going to keep opposing me? Do you even know who they are? I’m asking you to bring reinforcements." Yelu Shou grumbled, exasperated.

"Of course I know—encountered them on the Deserted Island. Where are you planning to lead them? Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to; Boss won’t allow it. Besides, our job now isn’t about fighting, but finding their ultimate location—isn’t that your task?"

"I don’t need your reprimand. My people never lose track." At this moment, Yelu Shou had stopped beneath a low wall. It was already a dead end; damn it, Palermo didn’t have much, but it did have plenty of dead ends. He leapt onto the wall, looking towards the three figures behind him. They stopped five steps away, not pursuing immediately, but maintaining a fixed distance. "Seems they’re waiting for something?" Noticing the oddity, Yelu Shou whispered, while Lao Jiu, uncertain when, had already run off into the distance, beckoning him.

"We’re close to Black Street here; let’s lead them there!"

"No, we can’t cause trouble for others." Saying this, Yelu Shou jumped off the wall, running westward, away from Black Street. Lao Jiu reluctantly shook his head, hesitating, he fired a signal flare, then followed Yelu Shou’s direction.

Xiao Lin stood on the rooftop, watching the signal flare flicker and fade. Just when he was about to act, someone held him back—Consort Ling shook her head at him, her left hand brushing over the arm holding Xiao Lin. "He cannot die."

Without looking back, Yelu Shou continued running forward, the sea breeze growing clearer as he ran. Before long, he reached the end; further ahead lay an unfathomably deep sea. In the nighttime, the beautiful blue became a black diamond, shimmering under the moonlight.

With no retreat, he halted at the sea’s edge. Behind him, three identical faces with expressionless demeanor approached step by step, closing the distance from five steps to two. Seeing them, Lao Jiu sprang up and landed beside Yelu Shou after two leaps. "Really a troublesome guy, running to the seaside for no good reason; not even the police patrol here, let alone off-duty coast guards."

Listening to Lao Jiu’s complaints, Yelu Shou managed a rare smile. "You’re here for me, have nothing to do with this little guy." With that, he pushed Lao Jiu away, his right leg stepping forcefully to the side, and his whole body leapt up, thrusting diagonally toward the rightmost person. Meanwhile, his hands donned Steel Claws made of special material, flashing ten streaks of silver light in the darkness directly at the opponent’s chest.

The rightmost assassin retreated backward repeatedly. Renowned for their speed, they pushed Yelu Shou out of the attack range in the shortest time, halting half a step away. Yet, they didn’t stop their movements; the right fist drew a semicircle across the chest, the left palm passed through the right arm. No one saw how they changed angles—the initially straight-on Yelu Shou now found them at his left, the left palm heading for his left arm.

With a bang, the struck arm collided rightward, while the assassin’s right fist slid down following the successful left palm strike, landing on Yelu Shou’s left waist muscle. Lao Jiu, observing from behind, saw it all too clearly, shouting a warning, but it was too late. This person’s speed exceeded expectations, even Yelu Shou, with prior encounters, could not foresee it.

A sharp pain hit his left waist and abdomen, sending him flying diagonally. Supporting himself with his right hand, he was rebounded back by this force. Unwilling to concede, Yelu Shou swung his right fist fiercely at the approaching assassin in counterattack.

Pa-pow! The sound of fists colliding with fists, perfectly matching, the sound stirred a chill in the listener’s heart. In mutual struggle, both were repelled back. Yelu Shou squinted; this person’s skills surpassed the previous ones. He swallowed hard, stood in place, no longer rashly attacking.

The opponent stared, as if gauging his next move. Yet, after waiting for some time, seeing no action, they roared and leapt like a whirlwind toward Yelu Shou.

The rotational speed swept the air currents, this strange Body Technique intrigued Yelu Shou. This might be the only one among them without a weapon. Amidst the spinning air flow, Yelu Shou dodged left and right. As the distance shortened, he landed on the assassin’s right side. At that moment, the spinning body slowed, not out of fear for Yelu Shou’s odd motions, but because amidst the rotation, a glint appeared quietly.

Clang, clang, clang! Realizing the anomaly, Yelu Shou’s palms reacted defensively, metal clanking dragged him back as he halted.

The right claw gripped a Serpent Sword, its blade only thirty centimeters—much shorter than usual swords, dragged ten paces by the rotating body. The right punch from the side struck Yelu Shou’s abdomen. As long as the Steel Claw gripped the Serpent Sword, it was inevitable to face the right punch’s assault, infuriating.

The heavy blow to the abdomen left Yelu Shou unable to retaliate. Not a southpaw, he couldn’t fight left and right like Xiao Lin, nor was he one to take a beating.

With a roar, a beastly shout burst from his throat. After yet another strike to his abdomen, he lunged onto his right hand, invisibly intensifying the grip—surprising the assassin, halting them with this unforeseen tactic. The whole figure tilted left. Spotting this timely opportunity, Yelu Shou spun upward, back-to-back, facing the sky.

Ah! The assassin let out a muffled shout. As the Steel Claw tightened on the Serpent Sword, both were flipped behind. The sound of a snap rang out; using the body’s structural limits, he easily escaped the assassin’s hold. Though unable to break an arm, their fingers were inevitable casualties. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)