Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1030 - 1002: Xiao Lin’s Killing Intent

Moreover, in his frenzy, he completely ignored defense, only focusing on his fierce advance. His legs once again delivered a series of relentless kicks to Xiao Lin’s head. After landing, he used his left foot as a pivot, twisted his body sharply, and with the momentum of his right leg, executed a stunning sweep kick, slicing through the air to complete a seamless spin kick.

The bloody and domineering attack shattered the clothes on Xiao Lin’s arm into fragments, which scattered freely amidst the dawn light, mixed with the bloodstains sprinkled from his arm.

With a swift somersault to evade the vicious kick, at the moment he landed, Xiao Lin suddenly surged forward. Mere defense and counterattacks, though possible, were not enough; to make the Magician submit, he had to showcase a powerful combat strength that forced his submission!

Both hands clenched into claws, the right claw fully extended forward, while the left claw was drawn back, palm facing outward, across his chest.

Pa!

One of Xiao Lin’s heart-snatching claws fiercely grasped the wolf tooth which again swung towards his right fist. His right foot, leaving afterimages, swiftly struck the Magician’s lower abdomen.

Bang...

The Magician, unable to dodge, was nearly sent flying by Xiao Lin’s kick. Xiao Lin, who held tightly onto the Magician, let out a muffled roar, as the 130-pound weight of the former seemed weightless in his rotation.

After two full swings, the Magician was directly thrown out by Xiao Lin.

At the moment the Magician was tossed out, Xiao Lin’s body first stabilized, and then he leapt forward five steps, sprinting frantically. With a leap, leveraging the momentum of his charge, his whole body spun like a grand windmill, legs tightly together, resembling a heavy artillery shell in free fall, crashing toward the freshly landed Magician!

"Boom!" The entire earth trembled as Xiao Lin’s strike on the ground stirred up a cloud of dust. This solid stomp deeply impressed a pit into the earth.

The released force was astonishing. At the moment of landing, the Magician desperately leaned to the right with all his might, avoiding having his entire spine crushed under him.

After narrowly dodging the domineering strike, the Magician rolled urgently on the ground, springing five steps away. His top hat was knocked off, and his long dark hair fluttered in the dawn light. His dark eyes fixed on Xiao Lin, as his red lips showed a serious expression for the first time; his lips reflected all his emotions, and in this moment he was serious.

Strong! So strong! Those standing at a distance saw the serious expression on the Magician’s mouth. To push him to such an extent, there was no better word than "strong." Lucifer, holding the Angel, left the scene, unconcerned with the outcome of the battle.

The Magician knew better than anyone that such fierce attacks only roused Xiao Lin’s ferocity, while he himself only used eighty to ninety percent of his strength. Under such exertion, it was only seemingly effective, mostly defensive.

It was impossible for him to defeat Xiao Lin now, but he still wanted to see if he could entrust his life in following him. He was unlike Lucifer, and certainly not Wing, not willing to so easily entrust his life to someone else. Unless this person could completely convince him, he wouldn’t stop.

Standing up, the Magician slowly removed his already thin black coat, his shoulders shrugged, and bones ground against each other with crackling sounds, as his iron fists slowly straightened into claws, his whole body gradually curling, bending low.

In this silence, his aura once again soared, as if the dawn light behind him turned into transparent raindrops piercing around his body, while he became the solid black shadow within layers of circles of light.

A fierce roar echoed throughout the world, making the ground seem to shake. The Magician, once again filled with boundless fighting spirit, sprang up, flipped in mid-air, and with all his might, his claws slashed through the air like bolts of lightning, tearing toward Xiao Lin.

Seeing the endless claw shadows slicing through the air, Xiao Lin couldn’t help but shout in admiration. His hands slid and again stiffened into claws.

Bang! Two sharp iron claws collided like iron fists, and a massive force surged out from the point of impact, rapidly spreading to both fighters’ arms and wrists.

Xiao Lin’s right foot firmly planted into the ground to forcibly stop his backward movement, and his right claw spun around to grip and halt the almost-flung-out Magician. His right claw, like an iron hook, gripped the wolf tooth’s left claw tightly, abruptly pulling it downwards. His knee drove up, all heading towards his armpit.

The Magician twisted his waist with all his might, narrowly avoiding Xiao Lin’s knee. As soon as he landed, his right foot wheels rapidly without pause, directly targeting his lower region, forcefully prying open Xiao Lin’s gripping claws.

Xiao Lin let out a long howl to the sky, initiating his first attack; his feet dancing on the ground like phantoms, his whole body leaving behind afterimages in the dawn.

The Magician curled his lips into a smile, his palms fiercely striking the ground as he shot into the air. His claws hooking continuously, with a bizarre trajectory, faster than lightning, accompanied by a piercing whistle, similarly charged toward Xiao Lin. The two wolf claws completely ignored the pounding of Xiao Lin’s eagle claws, repeatedly chopping down on the same spot on Xing Ying’s right chest.

As the Magician repeatedly chopped, Xiao Lin’s right leg spun sharply upward, bang! Leg and claw collided, blocking the Magician outside. His left claw curled into a fist, with a resounding gust of wind, fully aimed at his mouth.

Boom... This time, the Magician did not evade, instead advancing forward, delivering himself before Xiao Lin.

As their iron fists clashed, the Magician opened his mouth and spat out a blood arrow. This blood arrow, like a concealed weapon, sprayed rapidly toward Xiao Lin’s face at point-blank range!

The Magician’s reckless act immediately had an unexpected effect.

The arrow of blood happened to spray into Xiao Lin’s eyes, the sticky blood blurring his vision. Seizing the chance, the Magician’s head violently collided with Xiao Lin’s forehead, knocking him away with a bang.

Stepping forward fiercely, the Magician leaped into the air, his fully charged right leg drawing an awe-inspiring arc as it descended upon Xiao Lin’s head with great force.

Now temporarily blinded, Xiao Lin relied solely on the rushing sound of wind to gauge the position, and as the Magician’s foot was about to strike him, his left claw gripped with precision, firmly locking onto the right leg, with the intent to throw him aside for a moment to catch a breath.

As the Magician, already mid-air, felt Xiao Lin snatch his right leg, his left leg, coiled tightly like a spring before his chest, kicked out fiercely with his roar.

Blood splattered everywhere!

Xiao Lin was hit squarely in the chest by a kick, a thick gush of blood bursting from his mouth as he was forcefully kicked away.

Not letting up, the Magician pursued with full speed as Xiao Lin was kicked flying, his claws swiftly closing in on the fallen Xiao Lin.

If Xiao Lin couldn’t evade this strike, his chest ribs protecting the heart would be broken, possibly shattered, his life hanging by a thread. This kind of self-destructive fighting style chilled anyone to the core.

Just as the iron claws were within ten centimeters of Xiao Lin’s chest, with an unexpected roar, Xiao Lin, whom the Magician assumed couldn’t react so quickly, snapped his hands together like a wolf trap.

The target was the Magician’s head. Not having time to reconsider in shock, the Magician raised his head quickly, his downward striking claws paused momentarily.

Although the Magician desperately tried to evade, Xiao Lin’s reaction once again exceeded his expectations. Bang...

Just as Xiao Lin’s iron claws were about to clamp tightly, his palms suddenly flipped upwards, slamming into the Magician’s chest. Amidst the sound of bodily collision, the faint crack of bones came with the Magician’s piercing scream, sending him flying into the air.

Drawing an arc, he was fiercely hurled out!

Xiao Lin supported himself off the ground with both palms, flipped upright, and without immediately clearing the blood-blurred vision in his eyes, he accurately judged the Magician’s trajectory from his screams.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Xiao Lin stepped forcefully on the ground, striding forward with great momentum.

Just as the Magician was about to hit ground, Xiao Lin appeared at the perfect moment, letting out a hysterical roar, using his left foot as a pivot. He executed a swift and forceful 360-degree spin, an iron leg, accompanied by a whistling gust of wind, creating a small whirlwind of air, fiercely aimed at the Magician’s chest.

Bam... Due to Xiao Lin’s incredible speed, the Magician barely had time to react before that nearly all-out leg violently struck the Magician’s lower abdomen. In the muffled sound of body collision, the Magician spat out a mouthful of blood skyward, the beautiful crimson mirroring the golden dawn, lifting his long black locks into an extraordinarily magnificent sight.

With his body descending and strength exhausted, the Magician blinked his eyes as someone leapt from the wall, catching him just as his back was about to touch the ground.

Consort Ling looked silently at the Magician, then turned to Xiao Lin, as if seeking instruction or begging, with a hint of doubt on her otherwise expressionless face.

"Take him and go!" Xiao Lin said lightly. He had no intention of killing the Magician, only aiming to subdue such a person without force would lead to being skinned alive. Of course, acting so early was also due to the Magician’s cold detached nature. Lives were at stake, not weeds.

"I will come back for you," Consort Ling said before quickly disappearing with the Magician into the distance.

Xiao Lin wiped his face—this was the Magician’s blood.

In the distance, the sound of sirens wailed closer, yet rather than hiding easily, Xiao Lin continued methodically cleaning the blood from his body, gathering the corpses on the ground together as the first rays of sunlight began to solidify the blood-streaked dark gray ground, an exceptionally glaring scene.

"The person ahead, put your hands up, you..." Before Moro had even stopped the vehicle, he’d already grabbed the megaphone and was shouting. Yet when he opened the door, the overpowering smell of blood and gasoline hit him in the face, leaving him speechless as if he was in a freshly slaughtered site, bodies lying everywhere, burning vehicles threatening explosions from igniting fuel tanks. "What, what is... going... on here?"

The man dragging a corpse with one hand placed it beside the others, still holding something resembling a body part in the other hand. He glanced to the side at Moro and continued his work.

Moro couldn’t utter another word, nor could he make a sound. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)