Qi Zhao was already seriously injured and had lost too much blood; he was now at his last gasp.

However, he forced himself to pull himself together and deal with the situation at hand.

One wrong move and I could lose my life today.

Jiang Wanwan hid in the bushes and acted according to the situation.

Not far away, a young man stood tall and straight like a bamboo shoot, his black hair fluttering in the wind. He held a gleaming sword in his hand, and with a light step, he darted towards the man in black.

In an instant, he had closed in on the men in black, and his sword flashed like lightning as he thrust it toward the chest of the nearest man in black.

"Pfft~"

The sound of a sword piercing flesh filled the air. The man in black coughed up blood, convulsed on the ground for a long time, and finally breathed his last.

The other men in black seemed surprised that the young man, who was already at his limit, still possessed such skill, so they no longer dared to underestimate him.

"Pay attention to formation, everyone be careful, don't let your guard down. He's already at his limit, he won't last much longer. As long as we hold him off and exhaust his strength, we won't have to worry about not being able to catch him." The leader of the men in black looked at the seriously injured young man with a cold smile and roared.

"Yes, sir."

The remaining seven men in black surrounded Qi Zhao, all staring intently at him.

"Tch~"

Qi Zhao spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, clutching his chest tightly with one hand, the veins on his forehead throbbing with pain.

I can only hold out for another 15 minutes at most, so I must finish this quickly.

He bit his tongue lightly to clear his groggy mind. With a light step, he flew towards one of the men in black like a ghost, and with a swift stroke of his blade, the man in black collapsed limply to the ground.

His eyes were wide open, and he was clutching the blood flowing from his neck, looking as if he had died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Brother!" The man in black beside him saw his brother lying in a pool of blood. His eyes were filled with anger and hatred. He didn't care about anything else and rushed forward with his knife.

A cold glint flashed in Qi Zhao's eyes. He slightly curled the corners of his mouth, leaned back, and narrowly dodged the attack from the man in black. At the same time, he kicked his legs upwards, knocking the knife out of the man in black's hand. Then, he thrust his sword toward the man in black's chest.

"Pfft~"

The man in black felt a chill on his chest. He looked down and stared in disbelief at the sword embedded in his chest.

With a sudden burst of strength, Qi Zhao pushed the sword forward a few inches, then twisted his hand around it violently before pulling it out with a swift motion.

"you......"

Before he could finish speaking, the man in black collapsed to the ground.

Qi Zhao felt a metallic taste rise in his throat, and in order not to let the enemy see, he swallowed the blood forcefully.

He used his sword to support himself, breathing heavily.

Jiang Wanwan, hiding in the bushes, watched this scene with a somewhat conflicted expression.

Should we go out and help the young man, or stay hidden in the bushes and wait until he's captured before going out?

Reason led her to choose the latter.

Only after the young man is captured will the men in black stop causing trouble for his family in Dashui Village, which is undoubtedly the best outcome.

Anyway, everything was caused by the young man, and had nothing to do with her. She was just dragged into it by him.

Thinking this way, Jiang Wanwan felt less guilty.

Suddenly, she heard a hissing sound behind her.

Jiang Wanwan felt a chill run down her spine. This was...