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Chapter 287 The overall situation has been decided
"Kill!" Su Xiao shouted, and his body shot out with the flash of the blade.

His swordsmanship was very steady; his first strike was aimed at the tendon in the fishman's knee.

"pu!"

The blade almost slipped through the thick skin.

The turbid fish-man didn't even flinch; he swung his giant, fan-like hand, sweeping it across with a whooshing sound.

Su Xiao ducked and rolled over.

Just as he adjusted his breathing and prepared to counterattack, there were two loud "whoosh" sounds from the mud on both sides.

On his left and right, two more equally plump murloc fishmen slowly rose from the mud pit where they were hiding, separating him from the group behind him.

Six murky yellow eyes locked onto him through the rain.

At the same time, shouts of killing came from behind.

Su Xiao raised his head, listening intently to all directions, and rolled away to avoid the sound of the wind coming from behind him.

Two artisan fishmen charged at you, brandishing harpoons.

They moved very nimbly, crouching and rolling, thrusting out their harpoons. Their slippery movements gave Su Xiao the eerie feeling of seeing fish coming ashore.

"You guys go and hold off those people behind us, leave this one to us." Qin Ziwu stepped forward, carrying a long spear.

He looked at Su Xiao with a smile: "I heard that in the upper echelons of Blood Letter, there is a master who once single-handedly cut through an entire floor with a knife. Is that you?"

Su Xiao lowered his eyes and remained silent.

He slowly backed away, searching for a way out.

"Boring. Instructor Du said that you can only improve by sparring with masters to the death. This is a good opportunity for me to test your skills." Qin Ziwu flicked his wrist, and the tip of his spear cut through the rain, creating three spear flowers that went straight for Su Xiao's face.

Su Xiao crossed his twin swords, parrying the spear, and was about to counterattack.

On the left, a murloc of the Turbid Clan let out a low growl and swung its pillar-like arm toward Su Xiao's side.

Su Xiao paused, quickly retracted his movement, and rolled away to avoid it.

As soon as they landed, the murloc on the right lunged forward.

"Oh!"

Where Su Xiao had just stood, a large patch of mud splashed up, and the turbid fishmen crashed down like a giant boulder.

Su Xiao did a forward somersault, and as he landed, he swung his knife backhand, striking the fishman in the face.

The knife was swift and fast, leaving a scar on the face of the turbid fishman.

He had discovered the monsters' weakness; instead of hacking them down as usual, he should use a slicing motion to quickly cut them.

"Pfft~"

He had barely landed when Qin Ziwu's gun came at him, narrowly grazing his ear and leaving a bloody mark.

If he had been slower to dodge, the shot would have hit him right between the eyebrows.

From the rain behind us came shouts of battle.

"We've been ambushed." Su Xiao sighed softly. This defeat was simply fate.

Without the right timing, location, and people, one is like a skeleton in a tomb.

I intended to take a risky gamble to find a way out of a desperate situation.

Great danger inevitably leads to great defeat.

I looked up at the gray sky.

A resolute glint flashed in his eyes.

"kill."

With no more hope in sight, they abandoned everything else and headed straight for Qin Ziwu.

He rolled forward, his twin blades like full moons, their momentum like a long river.

Ten strikes in quick succession, each one relentlessly advancing.

Qin Ziwu blocked the first nine blows, but his spear went astray on the tenth.

Qin Ziwu changed his aim to a thrust, aiming straight for Su Xiao's chest.

Su Xiao laughed loudly and advanced instead of retreating. The spearhead pierced through Qin Ziwu's chest, and the knife in his hand slashed across Qin Ziwu's cheek.

Qin Ziwu groaned, his head shook, and the flesh on his face tore open, blood gushing out.

He tried to pull back the spear, but Su Xiao held the other end tightly.

Su Xiao raised his arm, about to throw the long knife in his hand.

"call out--"

The sound of something cutting through the air tore through the rain curtain.

A short black spear shot straight at Su Xiao's brow.

Su Xiao's instinct, honed through years of martial arts training, made him instinctively turn his head to avoid the attack, but the second short spear, like a vicious snake, struck his shoulder through the rain.

My arm went sore that I could no longer hold the knife.

With a clang, the long sword fell to the ground.

The turbid fishman next to him pressed down, pinning Su Xiao beneath him, rendering him unable to move.

On the hillside, Yan Da and Yan San ran down the slope with lightning speed.

Upon seeing Qin Ziwu's face clearly, Yan Da was so frightened that he hurriedly shouted, "Quick, someone come and protect Young Master Wu! I'll carry you back!"

Qin Ziwu raised his head, revealing a hideous wound that ran diagonally from his forehead, across his nose, cheek, and the corner of his lips.

That blow nearly split his head in two; if Su Xiao's blade had been a little longer...

"I'm fine." Qin Ziwu raised his hand to stop Yan Da from carrying him, but he didn't try to continue fighting. "Do you have a hat or something to shield you from the rain?"

Yan San quickly handed him a bamboo hat, which he had always worn.

After donning a straw hat to shield himself from the rain, Qin Ziwu remained remarkably calm. He took a water bottle from his waist, filled with healing spring water, and drank it down in large gulps.

He felt the bleeding from the wound on his face slowing down, and at the same time, he felt a tingling sensation.

At this moment, his mind was filled with Su Xiao's unstoppable swordsmanship and the bright, moon-like blade light.

A sense of lingering fear rose in my heart.

I almost died.

Through the rain, he could roughly hear the shouts of battle coming from behind.

About ten minutes passed.

The shouts of battle gradually faded away.

Cao Biansheng, fully armed and well-trained, led a group of Qin Alliance elites armed with long spears, along with three hundred young men from the city villages who had come to assist, and a group of fish-men who had fought alongside him.

Seeing this, Qin Ziwu felt a sense of calm, "The overall situation is settled."

After he finished speaking, he felt dizzy. He had lost too much blood and was even a little dizzy when walking.

"Holy crap, what happened to you? Did someone really crack your skull open?" Cao Biansheng was startled when he saw Qin Ziwu's appearance.

He quickly took out the healing spring water that he had only half left, saying, "Drink more, or you'll die."

"I'm fine." Qin Ziwu said this, but he still honestly took the water bottle from Cao Biansheng and drank the water in it in big gulps.

He glanced at Cao Biansheng's wounds and said, "I'll give you the rest of the spring water when we get back."

"Let's talk about this amongst ourselves." Cao Biansheng waved his hand magnanimously, and seeing Qin Ziwu's strong and energetic manner, he was temporarily relieved, knowing that he wouldn't die for the time being.

When they returned to the urban village, Qin Ziwen saw the hideous wound on his younger brother's face and heard him describe the dangers of the battlefield. He simply nodded and said, "Well, you and the other wounded should go back and recover first."

When the others in the Qin Alliance saw the wounds on Qin Ziwu's face, they were shocked and had an indescribable feeling.

Even the chairman's own brother still fought alongside them on the battlefield.

After the wounded left, Qin Ziwen asked Yan Da in detail what had happened, and Yan Da recounted everything in detail.

Those short spears were thrown by him and Yan San. The three brothers had traversed rivers and lakes and honed their spear-throwing skills.

"Yes, she can still talk and jump around. It's just a minor external injury; she'll recover quickly." Qin Ziwen nodded. "However, Bloodletter has lost another batch of elites this time. Their internal situation is probably unstable now."

In fact, the situation was even more serious than Qin Ziwen had guessed.

This time, they suffered a great loss, with a large number of people killed, which further worsened the already depressed atmosphere. Bloodletter's control over the lower levels decreased, and that night, seven firefights broke out inside the Red Cauldron Building.

(End of this chapter)