Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1198: Old Acquaintances Must Die

At this exact moment, Xiao Lin sidestepped, scraping along the ground, grasped the spike lodged in his heart with his right hand, and leapt to his feet. His left hand formed a claw and struck the head of a lifeless corpse, using the force to soar upward. His right arm expanded, and in an instant swung out a circular arc. The glistening spike, accompanied by the sound of cutting flesh, severed several arms in midair, and the dismembered wrists ominously fell to the ground.

Screams echoed in succession, not only shocking everyone present but also causing Robert, who was guarding the second floor, to tremble with fear. Perhaps before this, he didn’t consider Xiao Lin to be a truly formidable opponent. However, upon witnessing Xiao Lin’s brutality firsthand, a moment of regret and fear flooded him.

"Miller!" If Xiao Lin continues his rampage unchecked, his men will inevitably be slain.

"Understood!"

Although Miller believed it was not the right time for him to step in, Robert clearly couldn’t contain himself any longer. He was waiting; the fight was not about physical strength but tactics. Based on Xiao Lin’s previous battles, he would never appear alone on the battlefield. Even if he did, he would always make prior arrangements and deploy tactical deployments. Whoever loses patience and strikes first, the chances of failure double. Miller didn’t stop Robert’s command; this man was overwhelmed by Xiao Lin’s aura, and the hitmen on the ground were retreating en masse. The overpowering momentum was a crucial aid in combat, as fear in the enemy could weaken their fighting strength. With this thought, he leapt downward.

As Miller jumped out, Robert returned to the second floor and went directly to a room on the third floor.

After gouging out another person’s heart, Xiao Lin noticed Robert had hidden within the interior of the second floor, and the terrace had lost its light along with its presence. He kicked away the advancing hitmen, rising swiftly, darting towards the main building.

"Young Master Xiao, where do you think you’re going?" Just as he was about to leap, a gust of wind forced him to step back onto the ground, forcing Xiao Lin to pay attention to the person in front of him.

"It’s you!" Despite the significant changes, he could still identify some traces.

"Didn’t expect it to be me, huh? Since separating in the Middle East, I’ve missed you quite a bit. But really, thanks to the heavy blow from you back then, otherwise I wouldn’t be standing here now."

"No matter!" Xiao Lin shook his hands, flinging away the blood droplets and flesh on the spike. Those eyes, hidden among the crowd moments ago, belonged to this person. But he didn’t expect it to be such a familiar face. "Formerly a defeated opponent of mine, now you’ll still be one. Too bad about Hassan’s good intentions; should I call you Jun Zhe or Miller now?"

"Jun Zhe already died when he was in the Middle East!" Upon hearing the name Jun Zhe, Miller immediately let out a furious roar. He raised a curved saber, not very long, its handle encrusted with numerous gems—a weapon evidently crafted by the Arab elite. It was not cheap, and the material of the blade was priceless. More importantly, seeing its shape instantly reminded him of someone.

"This saber came from Hong Lian!"

Jun Zhe snorted coldly, without a word, and unhesitatingly swung the curved saber, charging at Xiao Lin.

Xiao Lin’s eyes focused and narrowed. Under Jun Zhe’s forceful assault, the direction of attack conveniently aligned with his basic defensive stance. His mind reacted swiftly as he retracted his left foot, avoiding his usual backward retreat, instead stepping rightward, bouncing his right foot upwards. With the momentum of this movement, his double-pointed spikes spun, and at the moment his right foot landed, he thrust towards Jun Zhe.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Lin easily neutralized his weak point of attack with the simplest method, mocking him by thrusting towards his left flank. Initially bewildered, Jun Zhe quickly erupted with fury, raising the curved saber with roaring momentum, fearlessly slashing towards Xiao Lin’s shoulder socket.

Clang! Clang clang!

Xiao Lin’s spike was forged from a special titanium alloy, incredibly hard. During its crafting, Yelü deliberately enhanced its resilience, for when Xiao Lin joined battles, weapon preservation was nearly non-existent; each encounter risked losing a good weapon. Thus, each time it was forged, it was made sturdier and more durable.

The metal clash erupted into sparks, scattering like vivid blossoms that glittered and extinguished in an instant. Xiao Lin’s resilient spike, through his skillful maneuvers, showed no fear in facing Miller’s curved saber. Although Miller’s slashing speed was extraordinarily fast and frighteningly powerful to ordinary eyes, for Xiao Lin, he was still lacking. Compared to the Middle East period, his ability and strength had advanced rapidly and significantly.

"I don’t have the time to play with you. In the Middle East, I spared you for Hassan’s sake, but you broke my agreement with him wantonly, so I cannot let you go." After exchanging more than ten blows, Xiao Lin seized the chance amidst a crisp clashing sound and locked the teeth marks on the spike tightly onto the saber, firmly halting Miller’s attack in midair.

Hearing Xiao Lin’s words alarmed Miller. As a skilled fighter, he understood the gap between them; Xiao Lin’s astounding progress during this period left Miller trembling, outstripping his abilities two or threefold compared to the Middle East, while he himself lagged behind.

Despite this, Miller roared fiercely, gathering his focus, attempting to draw back the saber. Yet Xiao Lin’s spike was too tightly wrapped around, and after several attempts, he was unable to move it an inch.

Xiao Lin snorted coldly, his right hand’s spike striking against the saber forcefully. Clang! A loud, crisp metal impact made the saber tremble violently. Although this strike did not break the saber, the force applied entirely onto the blade made Miller’s arms, which gripped the saber desperately, tremble fiercely. The palms clutching the saber were now covered in blood.

If not for Miller’s determined will, holding onto his saber tightly, Xiao Lin’s strike might’ve sent his weapon flying.

"Choosing the wrong path means stepping into a grave, self-inflicted doom is unavoidable." Xiao Lin regrettably glared at Miller; he could’ve been a promising talent, initially wanting him to join Dragon Soul, but no, there were no alternatives. The path chosen was mistaken, and there is no act of repentance.

"Enough nonsense!" Miller refused to believe he would fall here; he had never lost here before.

Xiao Lin’s lips curled with a smile, as he had declared, he lacked time for leisure. Robert’s absence lasted longer than expected, as he resumed his moves in succession, each move layered within moves. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your votes and monthly recommendations. Your support is my greatest motivation.)