When Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen stepped out of the secret room with the shocking secret they had just discovered, a sharp chill hit them in the face, instantly blowing away the brief warmth that had arisen from the initial revelation of the truth.
Looking up, they saw the leader of the mysterious organization, like a demon in the night, leading a group of elite troops, completely blocking their path. The leader, clad in a black robe, stood tall and straight, exuding an innate sense of oppression. His face was as cold as a knife, his eyes narrow and deep. His cold gaze, like a materialized ice knife, swept back and forth between Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen, as if calculating how to crush them completely.
"You think you can easily escape my grasp? How naive!" The leader snorted coldly, a voice that seemed to come from the Nine Netherworlds. It was icy and biting, echoing in the small space, making people's eardrums ache. Then, he waved his hand, and the elite troops behind him rushed towards Jiang Zhi and the others like hungry wolves.
Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen instinctively stood back to back, their eyes devoid of fear, only a resolute determination to face death. Jiang Zhi took a deep breath and quickly adjusted herself, gripping the dagger that had accompanied her through countless battles. The blade gleamed with a chilling light in the dim light, a reflection of her resolve. She leaned slightly to the side, her gaze fixed intently on the incoming enemy, trying to find a flaw in their attacking rhythm.
Shen Qingchen also tightened his grip on his sword. The blood on the blade had not yet dried, telling of the brutal battle that had just begun. His posture was as straight as a pine tree. Although the wounds on his body were still bleeding, staining large areas of his clothes red, he seemed oblivious to the pain. He hunched his body slightly, lowering his center of gravity, ready to meet the enemy's fierce attack, using his body to build the most solid line of defense for Jiang Zhi.
The enemy's first round of attacks came swiftly, the flashes of swords and shadows intertwined into a web of death, descending upon them head-on. Jiang Zhi's eyes fixed, and he dodged to the side, avoiding the incoming sword thrust. At the same time, he swung his short sword, a flash of cold light, slashing a deep gash on the arm of an enemy. The man screamed and retreated, clutching his wound. Shen Qingchen wielded his longsword, opening and closing it vigorously. Each swing of the sword was accompanied by a whirring sound, forcing the approaching enemies back. His swordsmanship was sharp and precise, as if filled with endless rage. Every time the enemy's weapon intersected, dazzling sparks burst out.
However, the enemies kept coming in wave after wave, their offensive became more and more fierce, not giving Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen any chance to breathe. Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen's physical strength was rapidly depleted, sweat soaked their backs, and their breathing became heavier.
Jiang Zhi was careless and was kicked in the abdomen by an enemy. She groaned, staggered back a few steps, and almost fell. Seeing this, Shen Qingchen was anxious. He turned around suddenly, swung his long sword, and blocked the enemy chasing Jiang Zhi. At the same time, he shouted with concern: "Jiang Zhi, how are you?" Jiang Zhi gritted his teeth and stood firm, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and shook his head: "I'm fine, don't be distracted!"
At this moment, two more enemies seized the opportunity and attacked Shen Qingchen from both sides. Shen Qingchen was unable to dodge, and one of them slashed his left arm with a long knife, blood gushing out instantly. He frowned, but refused to say a word. He endured the pain and stabbed the enemy's throat with his backhand. The man's eyes widened and he fell down in disbelief.
Despite their desperate situation, Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen supported each other, their eyes meeting each other's, conveying endless trust and love. They knew that at this moment, they were each other's only support and could not fall down no matter what.
The enemy seemed to sense their stubborn resistance and their attack intensified. A burly man swung a huge axe and chopped it down on Shen Qingchen's head. The axe blade sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound. Shen Qingchen had no time to dodge and could only raise his sword to block. With a "crack", the longsword was cut off by the axe, and Shen Qingchen's knuckles were also cracked, and blood flowed out. He stared at the broken sword with wide eyes, and despair surged in his heart.
"Chen Qingchen!" Jiang Zhi exclaimed, rushing forward recklessly. She brandished her dagger, exerting all her might, forcing back the enemy approaching Shen Qingchen. Her hair was disheveled, her face stained with blood and sweat, yet she was breathtakingly beautiful, like the most gorgeous flower blooming on the battlefield.
Shen Qingchen took the opportunity to breathe. He looked at Jiang Zhi who was fighting for him, and his heart was filled with emotion and guilt. "Jiang Zhi, I'm sorry, I have implicated you." He murmured. Jiang Zhi turned to look at him with a firm look in his eyes: "What nonsense are you talking about? We live and die together!"
At this moment, the mysterious organization's leader let out a wild laugh: "Your struggle is in vain. Today is your death!" He then personally joined the battle, advancing step by step towards Jiang Zhi and the others. His martial arts skills were unfathomable, and every step he took carried a powerful aura that was intimidating.
Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen exchanged a glance, knowing that the true test of life and death had just begun. But they didn't flinch at all. Instead, they straightened their spines, gripped their weapons tightly, and prepared to face this final, and most brutal, challenge.
The leader flashed and instantly appeared in front of Jiang Zhi. He raised his hand and launched a fierce palm strike, aiming directly at Jiang Zhi's face. Jiang Zhi quickly dodged to the side, but felt the palm pierce her cheek. She was shocked. This leader's martial arts skills were far beyond her imagination. Seeing this, Shen Qingchen roared in anger, ignoring her injuries and throwing herself at the leader, trying to buy Jiang Zhi a chance to breathe.
The leader looked at Shen Qingchen with contempt, dodged sideways, easily avoided his attack, and at the same time raised his leg and kicked Shen Qingchen in the chest. Shen Qingchen flew out like a kite with a broken string, hit the wall heavily, and fell to the ground again, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.
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