Jiang Zhi held the child tightly, her eyes etched with determination. She knew that retreating at this moment would mean eternal damnation. The child in her arms, as if sensing the tension, squirmed restlessly, but Jiang Zhi's embrace was like the most solid fortress, offering silent comfort.
Jiang Yao commanded the assassins to surge forward like a tide, their blades flashing an icy light in the dim, abandoned corner. Jiang Zhi placed the child in a relatively secluded and safe corner, whispering, "Don't be afraid, baby. Mommy's here." Then, she turned to face the enemy, her posture erect, like a pine tree, unafraid of wind and rain.
Jiang Zhi's eyes were sharp as she quickly scanned her surroundings, searching for any available terrain. She spotted a pile of abandoned construction materials not far away, neatly stacked and stacked. It would serve as a makeshift shelter. With a tap of her toes, she sprinted towards the pile with the agility of a cheetah, picking up a steel pipe. In her hands, the pipe seemed to come alive, becoming a powerful weapon against her enemies.
Seeing this, the killers changed their attack direction and rushed towards Jiang Zhi's new position. Jiang Zhi was not in a hurry. When the enemy approached, she swung the steel pipe violently. The steel pipe drew an arc in the air, with a whistling sound, and accurately hit the wrist of the killer in front. The dagger in the killer's hand fell to the ground, and he covered his wrist in pain and let out a scream.
However, the enemy was numerous, and as one wave fell, another quickly followed. During a lull in the fight, Jiang Zhi glanced in the direction of the child, ensuring her safety. She took a deep breath and charged at the enemy. She moved among the swarm of killers like a nimble ghost. Sometimes she leaped high, slamming the steel pipe into the enemy's head; sometimes she crouched down and swept it across the enemy's legs, catching them off guard.
In the fierce battle, one of Jiang Zhi's allies was tragically wounded, a dagger wound to the abdomen, blood gushing out. Seeing this, Jiang Zhi's eyes flashed with anxiety. She feinted, temporarily forcing back the surrounding assassins, then darted to the injured ally. She tucked the steel pipe at her waist and quickly searched in her medical bag for hemostatic drugs and bandages.
At this moment, the assassins seized the opportunity to close in again. Jiang Zhi didn't even turn, simply saying calmly, "Hold on!" She quickly tended to her ally's wounds while keeping an eye on the enemy. Finding medicine, she expertly applied it to the wound, then bandaged it tightly. Throughout, her movements were fluid, without a trace of panic, her expression focused as if the surrounding danger didn't exist.
The injured ally, feeling a little less pain thanks to Jiang Zhi's treatment, glanced at her gratefully and said, "Jiang Zhi, be careful." Jiang Zhi nodded slightly, stood up, gripped the steel pipe again, and turned back to the battle. She shouted, "Don't even think about getting away with it today!" Her voice echoed in the abandoned corner, filled with strength and determination.
Jiang Yao watched Jiang Zhi's heroic performance from the sidelines, her jealousy and anger growing stronger. She screamed hysterically, "Kill her! At any cost!" The assassins received the order and attacked even more frantically.
Jiang Zhi faced the enemy's increasingly fierce attacks, her strength gradually draining, but her eyes remained resolute. She knew she couldn't give up. For her child, for all those persecuted by Jiang Yao and the mysterious organization, she had to persevere. She began to adjust her combat strategy, no longer blindly attacking, but adopting flexible defensive counterattacks. She cleverly exploited the gaps in the enemy's attacks to deliver a fatal blow.
As the battle intensified, Jiang Zhi suffered multiple injuries. Her arm was slashed by a dagger, her clothes soaked in blood, yet she seemed oblivious to the pain, her heart focused on one single conviction: victory. Throughout the battle, she constantly pondered the enemy's weaknesses, discovering that while these assassins were well-trained, their coordination lacked certainties.
Jiang Zhi then began deliberately creating loopholes to lure the enemy into attacking. When one assassin, thinking he had an opportunity, lunged at her, Jiang Zhi dodged sideways and simultaneously pushed him towards another assassin, causing them to collide and fall to the ground. Seizing the opportunity, Jiang Zhi struck them repeatedly with a steel pipe, completely subduing them.
As time passed, Jiang Zhi and her allies gradually gained ground. Their tacit coordination grew more and more adept, and they began to launch organized counterattacks against the enemy. Throughout the battle, Jiang Zhi constantly encouraged her allies' morale: "We're almost victorious, hold on!" Her words were like a spring breeze, blowing away the fear and fatigue in their hearts and rekindling their fighting spirit.
Jiang Yao, seeing the assassins gradually losing ground, grew increasingly anxious. She decided to take the fight herself. She snatched a longsword from one of the assassins, its blade gleaming with a blinding cold light under the light. Jiang Yao brandished the sword and charged at Jiang Zhi, her eyes filled with murderous intent.
Jiang Zhi watched Jiang Yao charge at her, unfazed. She gripped the steel pipe tightly, confronting Jiang Yao. Their gazes met in the air, sparks flying. Jiang Yao launched the first attack, her longsword piercing Jiang Zhi's throat like a dragon emerging from the sea. Jiang Zhi dodged sideways, using the steel pipe to deflect Jiang Yao's follow-up attacks.
The two engaged in a fierce battle. During her duel with Jiang Yao, Jiang Zhi discovered that while Jiang Yao's swordsmanship was sharp, she was too impatient and her attacks lacked persistence. She decided to exploit this weakness and employ a delaying tactic. She constantly dodged Jiang Yao's attacks while searching for any weaknesses.
After one of Jiang Yao's attacks missed, Jiang Zhi seized the opportunity and quickly wrapped the steel pipe around Jiang Yao's sword, then pulled hard. Jiang Yao was thrown forward by the sudden force, and Jiang Zhi seized the opportunity to launch a flying kick, striking her in the stomach. Jiang Yao stumbled back in pain, a look of shock and anger on her face.
Jiang Zhi didn't give Jiang Yao a chance to breathe; she continued her attack. The steel pipe rained down on Jiang Yao, who could only barely fend it off. Meanwhile, Jiang Zhi's allies freed themselves from the assassin's clutches and gathered around to aid Jiang Zhi in her fight.
Jiang Yao was trapped in despair. She frantically swung her sword, attempting a final struggle. But with the concerted efforts of Jiang Zhi and her allies, Jiang Yao was ultimately powerless. Her sword clanged to the ground, and she collapsed to the ground, her eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.
Jiang Zhi looked at Jiang Yao, who had fallen to the ground, with mixed feelings. She knew that although the battle was won, the conspiracy and grudges behind it were far from over. She slowly walked over to the child and picked her up, her eyes filled with tenderness and love. She whispered, "Baby, we're safe."
This battle brought Jiang Zhi to the brink of life and death, but it also made her stronger and braver. She knew the road ahead would be full of challenges, but she had enough courage to face them.
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