Special Forces Medic Chapter 1038 - 1010: Submission of Sin City (Part 2)

"Xiao Lin, if you can defeat today, there will no longer be a place called Sin City. We will give you our full support and obey your commands." Troy’s words imdiately drew cheers from many people. No one thought it was a joke given such a high stake, but neither did anyone believe it to be true because they knew their City Lord was an indomitable man, while this skinny-looking fellow seed just for show. Thus, the overwhelming cries echoed through the skies of Sin City.

Xiao Lin silently took a step amidst the cheers. He wasn’t very clear about the depth of Troy’s abilities. The rumors of his immortality were far from simple. Xiao Lin did not believe there was an immortal person, yet he couldn’t explain the resurrection he saw from Mu Rongyun, nor was the experint ten years ago truly that simple?

Just as he was brooding, Troy made his move. His feet abruptly slamd into the ground, his entire body soaring into the air, with a large curved saber appearing in his hand, fiercely slashing down at Xiao Lin.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Facing the curved saber were two sharp spikes. Under the silver-white light, there appeared a half-stemd red, changing shape with the hand’s movents. What kind of weapon is this? Troy curiously examined the thing in Xiao Lin’s hand.

"Take it seriously, or you’ll regret your current carelessness." Xiao Lin chuckled darkly, the clash of tal between them bursting into golden sparks. Amidst the fierce sounds of clashing, the bizarre spikes spun instantly, matching Troy’s moderately thick curved saber in dozens of moves.

Between the two, there was not the slightest disparity, seemingly neck-and-neck. Just as soone was about to shout out in excitent due to the speed, Troy leveraged his montum to pressure Xiao Lin’s block, the bent person closely against the ground hindered.

But it was precisely this hindrance, seemingly giving Troy a slight advantage, that he felt his own body was instead the one most hindered. As he wanted to imdiately pull back his saber into position, he heard Xiao Lin’s sinister chuckling, giving him no chance to catch his breath, suddenly darting away.

The slender spike scraped along the ground with a shower of sparks, fiercely chopping at the just-landed Troy. anwhile, the Black Doctor charged forward from the rear, his long knife—a special twenty-centiter surgical blade—carving a fatal arc slashing diagonally at Xiao Lin’s nape.

"Two against one?" Xiao Lin smirked. "Fine, saves a battle later." He ducked his head, feeling a chill wind graze past his neck, strands of hair scattering into the air. While still sliding, Xiao Lin twisted his body with a palm to the ground, kicking at the Black Doctor’s lower abdon.

Seeing this, Troy imdiately roared with anger, flicking a brick with his toe toward the Black Doctor’s standing place. With a thud, the sizable brick shattered into powder and scattered around. The Black Doctor withdrew in silence, shrugging as if nothing had happened.

Xiao Lin sighed. Sparring one-on-one is too ti-consuming, but due to Troy’s stance, he said nothing, rotating the spikes in his hands again, sounding like the whirring of a gear engine.

Tightening his grip on the saber again, it swiftly slashed horizontally toward Xiao Lin’s spikes. As the blade swung, his left hand flicked, sending ten darts rapidly flying at Xiao Lin.

The sky erupted in dazzling brilliance, amid ghostly wails. Xiao Lin’s spikes flew from his hands, spinning in the air, while dozens of darts collided, losing their aim and falling to the ground. The spikes returned to Xiao Lin’s hands, just as Troy’s saber suddenly approached.

With a fierce collision, sparks suddenly flared in the dark night. Following the tallic clang of their clash, both were moving their legs like shadows, striking out.

A sinister person, a strange body technique.

Most people present had never witnessed their City Lord’s martial skills. He usually wielded his rocket launcher, making this actual combat the first they’ve seen. This young man capable of blocking him further amazed them.

Judging by this alone, both seed evenly matched, but Troy knew Xiao Lin had always effortlessly neutralized his attacks. Despite putting all his strength into it, he couldn’t force this person to exert any effort. What kind of person is this?

Even though Troy inwardly admitted his defeat, he wouldn’t give up because such opponents were rare encounters, right?

The two had gone through more than thirty rounds in the blink of an eye. With another crisp clash, Xiao Lin forcibly endured Troy’s powerful saber without retreating to defuse the force and pressure, instead letting out a low growl, suppressing the turbulent energy within. The spikes scraped along the saber blades, spilling sparks, boldly advancing.

Troy’s eyes narrowed slightly, gripping the saber tightly, applying more force. While his agile body contained explosive strength, Xiao Lin’s seemingly frail fra harbored formidable strength, especially at sudden bursts, becoming terrifying in power and speed.

Clang! The sharp spike grazed past, heavily chopping into the protruding part of the saber’s hilt, and the figure utilized this sudden resistance to co to a complete halt.

The lightning-fast attack was as swift as a flash of lightning, the difference between a strong person and others lies in their terrifying reaction speed during a fierce exchange.

Troy responded to this point, although he was surprised by Xiao Lin’s sudden abnormal move, his attack did not pause for even a mont. He swung his right leg, fiercely stomping at Xiao Lin’s knee.

However, with a swift shift of his feet, he deftly evaded Troy’s kick rely by intuition, his body slightly lunging forward, the tightly gripped spike applying more force. In such an extrely short ti, Xiao Lin’s sudden increase in force led Troy to instinctively let out a deep shout, equally pressing down with force.

But just at this mont, Xiao Lin’s mouth slightly twisted into a smirk, his eyes growing intensely dark as he stared directly into Troy’s eyes from a close range, giving a chilling smile: "From now on, I’m going to get serious. Rember what you just said, from this mont on, I, Xiao Lin, will officially reclaim your Sin City."

Before Troy could react to why he suddenly spoke or understand what he ant, Xiao Lin’s spike suddenly tilted to the left, the curved saber abruptly losing its force, and Troy, who was continuing to exert strength, couldn’t stop in ti. With the resistance underneath the saber gone, it slid diagonally downward along Xiao Lin’s spike.

Simultaneously, after successfully dissipating force, Xiao Lin let out a cold snort, and his hands suddenly released, the spike in his grip soaring into the air, while at the sa mont, his hands abruptly stiffened, forming into claws, swiftly clawing towards Troy’s throat.

The deadly killer move at this mont was like the Grim Reaper descending from midair. Those outside watching gaped in shock; were their City Lord’s moves about to fail?

In Sin City, there was such a rule: the loser had to either kill their opponent or be killed by them. If you couldn’t kill your opponent at the mont of your defeat, you would be the one slain, with no chance to escape. It might sound ruthless and bloodthirsty, but it undoubtedly suppressed nurous bloody incidents.

Not everyone wished to gamble with their lives, but those who did enjoy bloodshed were different. People like them almost all lived on Black Street, with the Black Doctor being their little Emperor, capable of killing you within an inch of your life or saving you at the brink of death.

The hands that previously grasped the spike with extre force suddenly released their grip, just like a powerful spring abruptly relieved of its constraint, the close-range projection of force was imnsely frightening. Especially at such a close range and sudden manner.

Troy did not expect Xiao Lin to adopt such a thod to fling away his own spike. After all, in their knife-edge lifestyle, a weapon is their second life, or known as a life partner. In close combat, its role is particularly crucial. After all, human flesh, no matter how strong the muscles are, cannot withstand the slash of a sturdy weapon.

To an ordinary person, or rather, to a normal person, no one would lightly discard their close-quarters weapon unless absolutely necessary. But the opponent he was facing now wasn’t... an ordinary person, but soone who ran with wolves, fed beasts with his blood, soone who would raise a wolf as a house pet.

Such a sudden turn of events at close range caught even Troy, whose limbs moved faster than his brain and who had exceptional reflexes, unable to mount any significant defense, especially when he was distracted trying to fathom Xiao Lin’s intentions.

Splat... A pair of stiff claws suddenly clamped onto Troy’s neck, followed by a fierce tightening of his arms, the sharp claw tips imdiately piercing through the outer skin, deeper into the throat’s windpipe and blood vessels.

Ah~~~ The severe pain caused Troy to let out a low, hoarse roar, forcibly halting the downward montum of the saber. The blade made a sharp turn, eagerly swinging towards Xiao Lin’s waist!

However, although his reaction was indeed extre, the short distance also made it hard to respond accordingly. But... Xiao Lin was not alone; he had a raven almost integrated into himself!

Just as Xiao Lin clasped Troy’s neck, the raven swooped down!

Beasts are beasts, and they can’t accurately guess their master’s intentions. Hence, when Xiao Lin gripped Troy’s neck, its instinctive reaction was that Xiao Lin was going to kill him, and when Troy responded, the raven saw the danger and instinctively attacked.

Xiao Lin let out a piercing howl; his tily cry saved Troy’s leg at the last mont. As the raven made to bite, those nearby could clearly see the long fangs, sharp as a row of gears ready to shred and tear you to pieces at any mont. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)