Special Forces Medic

Chapter 889 - 862: Death

"Brother!" Hua Qingyi struggled with Lao Zhao’s entanglement, seeing the Fourth Master pick up a short dagger and forcefully stab it towards Xiao Lin’s back.

Ugh! A groan escaped, and the person who just managed to rise a bit slumped back to their original position due to his slackness. Hua Qingyi delivered a fierce blow to the head of Lao Zhao, who was holding his waist, and then leapt towards the Fourth Master, grabbing her hand.

The Fourth Master raised her left hand, another short dagger swept horizontally across Hua Qingyi’s abdomen, revealing a bloodstain. Ignoring Hua Qingyi, the Fourth Master’s target shifted again towards Xiao Lin, who was busy rescuing, as Hua Qingyi wiped the wound on his abdomen and moved to block the Fourth Master once more.

Suspended in mid-air, Xia Xue was jolted awake, feeling terror from her surroundings and screamed. The cloth covering her eyes fell away in her struggle, and she opened her eyes to see Xiao Lin half-hanging outside, both hands firmly gripping her belt, blood trickling down his arms towards her.

"Lin!"

"Don’t talk!" Xiao Lin commanded as he saw Xia Xue awaken. With effort, he rested his abdomen against the railing and pushed forward, forcibly pulling Xia Xue up.

The Fourth Master kicked Hua Qingyi, feinting, then launched a fierce strike towards Xiao Lin’s back.

"Lin!" Watching Xiao Lin under attack, Xia Xue’s eyes were filled with tears. She shook her head at Xiao Lin, signaling him to let her go, as the delicate strap couldn’t bear her weight.

"I won’t let go." Xiao Lin took a deep breath, released one hand to brace against the railing, using it to lift her little by little. "Qing Yi!"

Upon hearing Xiao Lin’s shout, Hua Qingyi stopped entangling with the Fourth Master and leapt towards Xiao Lin. "I’ll leave her to you."

"Understood!" As Xiao Lin let go, Hua Qingyi had already stepped in to replace him, pulling Xia Xue onto the railing.

Dizzied by the shaking, Xiao Lin’s vision blurred as Hua Qingyi moved forward to substitute; meanwhile, he pulled the Fourth Master backward, away from them. Holding her by the waist, he flipped backward, throwing her far away using a wrestling move.

Leaping in mid-air, the Fourth Master landed nimbly and bent her knees to press down on the fallen Xiao Lin, her right fist hammering towards his abdomen.

With his left hand, Xiao Lin intercepted her right fist, pushed off from the ground with force, and sprang up, delivering a powerful kick to the descending Fourth Master’s back. As his toe made contact with her back, he hooked upward, kicking her back into the air before she could land.

With a kick, he fended off the oncoming attacker, who retaliated. Xiao Lin let out a roar, releasing his clenched hands and slapped the short sword’s tip. Pfft! Pfft! Two sharp sounds followed as the pointed sword plunged deep into the hilt. (To be continued. If you enjoyed this story, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)