Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1029 - 1001: Moro’s Vicious Scheme

Chapter 1001 The Treacherous Plot of Moro

After killing Pete, the man in black turned his attention to another group of people who had escaped from the sea of flames. His original target was these survivors, not merely a facade as if saving them—he was here to kill them.

The shadow struck as swiftly and ruthlessly as Ghost, leaving none alive in his wake. In the blink of an eye, fewer than twenty people were left standing. Troy could no longer endure; his opponents were all under Moro.

While on his side, not a single one was harmed. He furrowed his brows, closed the distance of several steps in a flash, performed a mid-air 180-degree flip, and whipped his right foot like an iron bar in a fierce arc towards the shadow.

A bizarre angle and terrifying force! The fierce collision sound made the shadow involuntarily tremble. Such a solid impact seemed to be a first. Troy’s fierce kick was not stopped by the shadow’s hands, recklessly wielding his sharp power, trying to gain the upper hand in a quick offense. Yet the shadow did not falter due to the recent shock; instead, he rapidly circled around Troy.

Like a black vortex, the inside was unclear. Only Troy, a few feet away, understood the feeling. He almost believed he would be drawn into the whirlpool. The hiss of air stung his skin as if being scraped by sharp objects. He had heard many tales of Chinese martial arts but never expected them to be so mystical.

He roared towards the sky, unleashing his dominant power, tightened his body, and charged into the black vortex like a released arrow, creating enormous pressure on it. Troy did not hold back nor could he afford to, knowing the real meaning of life on the edge of death.

His speed accelerated, his ferocity intensified, and he did not hesitate. Troy’s straightforward punch was powerful, bearing no fancy moves, merely rotating urgently left and right with impact, drawing small whirlpools, piercing through dense currents, and aiming directly at the shadow.

Bang, bang, bang!

Three collisions of varying sound intensities occurred at different positions within a few seconds. Troy was hit and propelled outwards—this was the first impact sound; he landed, making the second sound; the third came from where he had just stood.

"Xiao Lin!" Troy still hadn’t figured out what happened. How had his just-thrown punch been so easily neutralized? More importantly, why did Xiao Lin stop and counter him? "What are you doing?"

Xiao Lin stared at the shadow ahead, standing firmly without moving.

The shadow retreated a step, performed several somersaults, and landed among the still-standing people. A silver flash followed by a wave of people falling, Xiao Lin was enraged. He hoped the shadow would stop, thus surprised enough to give him a chance.

With a violent shout, Troy felt a blur in front; Xiao Lin was already in front of the shadow. He fiercely kicked towards the shadow’s abdomen, but the latter leaped and flipped backward in a hurry, dodging the kick, then flipped both hands, swept repeatedly creating endless phantom shadows, and madly attacked Xiao Lin.

The savage and domineering crazy moves visually impacted everyone, yet none dared enter such an attack. Xiao Lin sensed the terrifying power concealed within the shadow. He could indeed be the head of the third-tier figures, and this shadow was Magician, thinking he had left, but appearing now must be a part of the game, with Sin City behind him.

"Today, I won’t kill you, but you must let these people go." Xiao Lin said coldly, surrounded by bodies, some horribly mangled, others charred. Regardless, such slaughter had become fact.

The Magician’s crimson lips curled into a cold smile. He launched four silver rays at Xiao Lin, already leaping into the crowd trying to escape. A chorus of screams rose, not a single survivor left; all died under his palms’ tearing, scars like those gnawed by beasts, shredded flesh scattered like a blood-rained meteor.

Troy’s mouth hung open, shocked. If Sin City was a place teeming with heinous criminals, then they were child’s play compared to this shadow. Such inhuman slaughter defied description.

Carlos, too, felt belated horror. If not for Troy’s intervention earlier, his fate wouldn’t differ from those others.

Fear instantly enveloped Sin City’s skies; some recalled were even too terrified, wetting themselves. Troy stood up, never so invigorated, feeling his blood boiling despite knowing he wasn’t this shadow’s match, but he still wanted to try.

"Don’t go!" Yelu Shou suddenly blocked him. "This is a trap; those dead are all policemen, Moro’s treacherous plan."

Seeing Magician, Yelu Shou understood why Xiao Lin came out. If Troy ventured out now, he wouldn’t be killed but severely injured because someone needs to bear these deaths. This is Moro’s plan—to make Sin City his next target after dealing with ordinary gang forces, and the person backing him is the one Black Crow supports now.

"Moro!" Troy gritted his teeth with hatred, pushing innocent people into the abyss for personal desires.

"What you can do now is return to Sin City; don’t appear here, or the city you guard will be instantly destroyed; trust me."

Troy clenched his fists, waved, and everyone vanished into the darkness of the yin-yang line, as if quietly never appearing.

Bodies and rivers of blood lay on the ground, unknown bird species circling long without leaving in the sky, while on an empty demarcation line, two stood still, gazing intently at each other.

When anger reaches a certain point, it becomes calm. Xiao Lin’s hair flew in the wind, while Magician’s provocation re-shrouded him in killing intent. He laughed coldly, heading towards where Magician stood.

The roar of a beast erupted continuously, swinging vast phantoms of fists blended with leg winds approaching Xiao Lin.

Leg techniques varied, fierce and quick, a typical approach of using speed and power to suppress an adversary. Magician’s unorthodox, frenzied attacks can render any opponent unable to adapt temporarily.

Within just the first minute, Magician madly unleashed up to fifty punches and nearly a hundred leg attacks. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast recommendation votes or monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation.)