Special Forces Medic

Chapter 936 908: First Wave of Attacks

"The brothers who live in Paradise, their world has only God.

God loves Abel, but hates Cain.

Sorrowful Cain, tormented Cain.

He swung the blade of jealousy at his brother and became the first murderer.

God was very angry. After leaving a mark of sin on Cain's forehead, He cast him out of Paradise."

"Do you know why God didn't kill Cain and only let him leave Paradise?" Looking at the gathered crowd, Xiao Lin gave a bitter smile. "Because it's not just Abel who is dead. The living Cain endures sin day and night, licking his wounds, living a fate worse than death."

A fierce roar, and a strong man about six feet one inch tall appeared in front of them. He stomped the ground hard, primed like a fully drawn bow, suddenly soaring diagonally into the air, doing a rapid 360-degree spin before slamming his right leg down, viciously aiming for Xiao Lin's neck. The terrifying speed and abrupt angle made hearts tremble, as if it were a deadly blow.

The sudden attack disrupted the existing situation. Xiao Lin glanced meaningfully at Lao Jiu with a smile, remaining motionless until the strong man's fierce kick, carrying a gust of wind, was about to hit him. Xiao Lin moved, his left foot stepping sideways, half the foot sinking into the ground, as his right hand fiercely clasped, causing the strong man's body to tremble and recoil.

The over two-hundred-pound man fell among the crowd like a sandbag, making a loud noise. He could no longer get up, bleeding from his seven orifices, foaming at the mouth.

The sheer impact of the first strike left a deep impression in the assassins' minds. No one dared to advance or retreat; they all seemed to be waiting for their moment.

"In fifteen minutes, many can be killed. If you leave now, you still have a chance to survive; otherwise, your end won't be much better than that."

"This is the 'Underground City,' we are protected here!" Someone suddenly shouted, and immediately others responded, making it seem like they were here to kill these people. Ah, I understand now! No wonder they look at us like we're enemies.

A hundred explanations from the heroes wouldn't help; holding out for fifteen minutes should suffice to settle the matter. There are capable people among them, and the real tough ones won't step in right away; the ones up front seem to be underlings stirred up by someone. Xiao Lin put away his slender blade and started weaving through the crowd with his fists. No one was spared where his fists and feet landed.

Those lower-level assassins stood no chance against Xiao Lin. After a bout of fighting, most couldn't even stand anymore. "The game ends here!"

Xiao Lin lost his patience. These people were meant to hold him back and sap his strength. Such a clumsy strategy was obvious. The next batch should be stronger, with fewer numbers. A war of attrition based on numbers found its use here.

Xiao Lin smirked, fiercely kicking up clouds of dust, and with two backward flips landed on a crate. Kicking it open, he revealed a face.

Lao Qing didn't expect to be discovered, hiding and observing the outside situation while planning the next move, maintaining clear contact with the upper floor through a small earpiece.

Like a ghost hunter emerging from the depths of Hell, Xiao Lin's look of slaughter made him forget to answer Red Clothes' question. Xiao Lin ran his tongue over the blood on his lip, his eyes bloodshot, terrifying as if in a killing frenzy. Dark, unknown energy surrounded him as he seemed to transform into another person and yanked Lao Qing out from the inside.

"Hear me clearly, the game is over!"

Avoiding Xiao Lin's fierce attack, Lao Qing jumped to the side, his clothes in front torn apart. He let out a crazed howl, propping himself on the ground with his hands while his feet pounded rhythmically, as if channeling his body's entire strength into his legs. The pressure on his chest made his fierce leg wind rain down on Xiao Lin like a storm. The assassins who had arrived cheered for Lao Qing's terrifying speed.

Lao Qing was quite the expert. Xiao Lin, face full of cold smiles, retreated while deftly waving his hands. No matter how fierce and swift Lao Qing's kicks were, he always managed to cleverly deflect them aside.

After dozens of consecutive kicks, Lao Qing let out a long howl, struck the ground with both palms and launched into the air, performing a swift and elegant aerial flip with both legs closed, striking straight down toward Xiao Lin.

With a loud bang, Xiao Lin firmly took Lao Qing's attack, staggering back five steps before steadying himself. Lao Qing, however, seized the opportunity, and after landing, his legs suddenly slid forward erratically, reaching Xiao Lin at great speed.

Such explosive power, fierce, accurate! The moment force cohered did not affect the subsequent momentum at all. The intensity of the battle made Xiao Lin wary. Being a city lord was no empty title. If Lao Qing was of this caliber, then Lao Jiu should be even stronger.

The legs that attacked Xiao Lin from all sides bore an eerie posture. Lao Qing's lower body strength was evidently solid, but no upper limb skill had been shown yet. Regardless of Xiao Lin's defense, Lao Qing could always appear from strange angles and chop through Xiao Lin's arms to hit his forearms.

After a dazzling assault, Xiao Lin was at a disadvantage, falling back continuously. Although no severe injuries were visible, the form of defeat had begun to emerge. This undoubtedly reassured the assassins who had gathered; the figure famed for being formidable wasn't so hard after all. Some bold characters began to stir eagerly. They knew capturing Young Master Xiao would bring rank and opportunity, and killing him promised not just reputation but money. Rumors of lucrative bounties had already spread among them. Given how it looked now, he wasn't that tough a foe. Besides, with Lao Qing upfront, the life was already half gone.

Lao Jiu stood outside the fighting circle all along. Unlike them, he didn't share their optimism of certain victory. From start to finish, Xiao Lin was merely defending without making any attacks, while Lao Qing had gone all out from the beginning, pushing his power to the limits. It was not a good omen. In addition, Xiao Zhenfeng wouldn't just corner someone here unless he had complete confidence in Xiao Lin. If from the start Master Qin had been assured of Xiao Lin handling this, wouldn't the beginning be a trap? At this thought, Lao Jiu's eyes widened, and he quickly rushed up to the second floor.

Lao Qing was almost clinging to Xiao Lin, his legs blurring like phantoms that people's eyes couldn't discern. If it were oneself in his place, just one kick would be fatal, tearing one limb from limb. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian.com to cast your votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)