Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1144: Allied Strike

Although they’ve only had a few encounters, Xiao Lin doesn’t quite believe he’s a feeble coward.

"Yelu Shou!" Upon jolting awake, Xiao Lin shouted urgently, simultaneously stomping the ground and bolting forth like a stream of light. He didn’t have time to consider whether the black-robed man’s actions were clever or foolish; he must not let him escape.

"Understood." Amidst a nimble explosive shout, Yelu Shou had already darted to the left, a silver flash with five sharp claws shooting toward the black-robed man’s legs.

Actually, without Xiao Lin’s reminder, the ever-observant Yelu Shou was already poised to strike. Despite verbally sparring with Lao Jiu, he was always alert to the situation, indeed sweating for Xiao Lin, given the black-robed man’s overwhelming strength; even if Xiao Lin could defeat him, it would likely come at a significant cost.

But while he guarded against the black-robed man, the man likewise guarded against him, swiftly spinning his body upon Xiao Lin’s summon, turning a straight charge into a clever dodge, narrowly evading the separated Steel Claw.

Flaring with rage, the black-robed man unleashed a flurry of punches at the Steel Claw, the fierce shadows of his fists engulfing the claw shadow. Yet, the Steel Claw’s speed was indeed swift, eluding the fist shadows with ease, the fingers independently rotating around him, severely hindering his movement speed.

"Stay!" Though brief, Xiao Lin had already bolted forth, the swinging spike carrying an ear-piercing whistle, akin to the Grim Reaper’s Scythe, viciously smashing toward the black-robed man’s head.

Yelu Shou likewise let out a sharp cry, soaring upward, his sharp claws fiercely sweeping at the black-robed man’s cheek!

Horrified, their terrifying speed once more drove him to choose escape; however, the combined strike of the two was exceedingly dreadful, he could perhaps evade one, but never both.

As he retracted his head to avoid Yelu Shou’s claw, a silver spike abruptly enlarged in his vision!

Thud...

The sharp spike forcefully struck the center of the black-robed man’s face, simultaneous with Yelu Shou’s five claw tips sweeping horizontally without obstruction. Bridge of the nose, lips, face, chin, left eyeball... all fell under its impact, deep bloodstains reaching bone spilled flesh and shattered bones, even revealing bits of white teeth and bone, the scene grotesque and terrifying.

Ah!!! The intense pain elicited a heartrending scream from the black-robed man, all his rationality and awareness shattered amid the indescribable agony, hands covering his face in violent shakes, his unbalanced body plummeting toward the cliff edge.

"See where you’ll run!" Xiao Lin’s left spike struck fiercely, the brutal impact hammering the black-robed man’s chest, precisely on the initial injury, blasting his unsteady figure like a broken kite toward the nearby reef.

Without halting, Xiao Lin pursued, unleashing an onslaught of rapid punches aimed at the black-robed man.

Yelu Shou exhaled softly, redirecting his focus to the remaining two. Relieved, he devoted his full energy to these opponents, preventing them from taking advantage.

Thud thud thud!

The fists struck the grievously injured chest, the sound of breaking bones now less brittle, more muffled, as wide-open eyes regarded the final image, the black-robed man moving his lips, yet emitting no sound, tilting his head and dying on the reef.

Standing before him, Xiao Lin seemed lost in thought. For a long time, those on the cliff dwelled in their own consciousness, the Assassin Group refraining from assault as Xiao Lin killed their associate, remaining in position despite the shattered triangular formation which offered no resistance, not knowing if the enemy was too strong or they too weak. However, to Lao Jiu, these three never truly defended, merely appearing to form a team while each acted individually. You couldn’t say they lacked communication; after all, this deceased fellow exchanged glances, but...

But he interpreted those glances differently from Xiao Lin, calling them pleas for help. Yes, in the end, the black-robed man sought assistance from his companions, yet they never extended a helping hand. If—I say if—at the moment Yelu Shou leapt out, just one had stepped forward, then it would be Xiao Lin and not the black-robed man facing severe harm.

As an assassin himself, Lao Jiu’s lips curled, uncertain how to describe this battle, neither the dead nor the living erred, yet the coldness within deeply chilled him.

Exhaling, Lao Jiu gazed at the starry sky, sea breeze brushing his cheek, feeling he had become somewhat strange since leaving ’Black Crow’. In the Golden Triangle, under Mr. Su’s guidance, he experienced more than in the ’Underground City’. Initially considering assassins as humanity’s most extinct creatures, indifferent and heartless, willing to kill defenseless elders or children, strangers unrelated to them—for money, but... the outside world proved far more fearful and grim.

Overhead, a thunderous rumble marked the storm’s fierce surge at the cliff’s people. Raindrops erased the bloodstains on rocks in moments, washing away the scent of blood. From Lao Jiu’s perspective, the sea waves under the night sky crashed against the island like a beast, sweeping across the beach without warning, taking anything on it into the ocean. No one could predict the storm’s duration, yet those at the cliff made no retreat.

The Assassin Group stood like wooden figures, neither retrieving their associate’s body nor departing, while Yelu Shou intensified his vigilance against the two with the storm’s abrupt assault. Xiao Lin, slightly distant, baffled him, pondering why he lingered over a corpse without reminding whether to continue in this scenario.

Rain fell from the sky, cleansing everyone, Xiao Lin gradually moving from the corpse, steadily stepping past the Assassin Group, reaching the ’Black Gold Staff’, picking up this magical weapon, its entire black sheen possessing a certain weight, neither heavy nor light.

Yet as he readied to tuck the staff into his embrace, the Assassin Group suddenly struck, aiming for the staff in Xiao Lin’s grip, preparing to seize it back. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation or monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)