Chapter 12:Bloodfight for Survival
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The newly arrived bandits’ eyes immediately locked on Ling Yue, sitting by the fire, her striking beauty shining even in her weakened state. Their gazes gleamed with lecherous delight, accompanied by crude laughter.
“Boss, what luck! Didn’t expect to come back and clean up, yet find such a prize!” one of the bandits called out to the leader, a man in a blue robe with a long sword at his side.
The leader waved his hand theatrically, a fake smile on his lips as he turned toward Gene. “Young man, who are you? What business do you have here?”
Gene gripped the handle of his cleaver, coldly staring at him, offering no reply.
The leader then glanced at Ling Yue. “This young lady doesn’t look well… is she injured? I, Xue, know a little of healing…”
He reached out, intending to take her wrist to feel her pulse.
In the fraction of a second when his attention was divided, Ling Yue moved! Despite her serious injuries, her timing, ferocity, and speed were far beyond ordinary. Her right hand’s index and middle fingers struck like lightning, plunging into the leader’s eyes!
“Ah—!” The leader screamed, caught utterly off guard, clutching his face as searing pain shot through his vision. He staggered backward, wailing in agony.
Seizing the opportunity, Ling Yue, fighting against her own pain, drew the long sword from the leader’s waist. Channeling all her strength into the blade, she slashed with lightning speed!
Blind and unable to evade, the leader could do nothing. The sword cut cleanly through, blood spraying as he collapsed dead on the spot.
All this happened in a heartbeat. The remaining bandits, stunned for only a moment, surged forward with shouts.
“Kill!” Gene’s eyes turned red with desperation. Knowing there was no retreat, he charged at the bandits, cleaver swinging wildly. He struck a heavy blow at one bandit’s head, who instinctively ducked—the cleaver caught his shoulder blade instead, lodging painfully as he screamed in agony.
Gene yanked the cleaver free, immediately surrounded by the other four bandits. These men were more vicious than the first group, every strike deadly. Gene had no formal technique, only a reckless, fearless rage guiding him. Blood soon streaked across his body from new cuts.
Amid the chaos, he saw Ling Yue collapse, utterly exhausted after defeating the leader, unconscious on the ground.
“Then I’ll fight with her!” Gene roared, abandoning all defense, attacking relentlessly. One bandit, terrified by Gene’s desperate ferocity, hesitated, and Gene’s blade cleaved him to the ground.
Another bandit struck from behind, slicing Gene across the back.
A chill ran through Gene’s spine, followed by excruciating pain—but he ignored it, spinning violently to strike the attacker’s head twice with his cleaver!
The sheer intensity of his assault overwhelmed the remaining bandits. Finally, the last standing man fell to Gene’s bloodied blade.
The inn was silent except for heavy breathing, and the floor was slick with blood. Gene, leaning on his cleaver, surveyed the c*****e, his head spinning. Weak, he collapsed to the floor, the wound in his back gushing blood uncontrollably…
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