Chapter 294: Chapter 294: Wuyou Gets Injured

By now, Yun No. 20 and his companions were utterly exhausted. Sixty of them had been fighting nearly two thousand men. Even if they had eight arms and eight legs, and possessed profound martial arts, they couldn’t escape this well-trained army.

They could only kill, and keep on killing!

The moment they stopped, they would fall.

They had to persevere, to hold on until their master arrived. They believed their master would come.

Yun No. 20 and Wuqing initially planned to break out of the encirclement. However, seeing the field littered with corpses and the ambushers lying in wait outside, they reluctantly abandoned the idea.

Could they possibly hold out against so many until their master came to rescue them?

They feared this day would be their last.

WHOOSH! A sharp arrow pierced the air and, with a sickening thud, struck Wuyou’s shoulder.

Wuyou cried out in pain and staggered, retreating right onto a sword thrust from behind. It pierced through her lower back, exiting her abdomen.

“Wuyou!” Wuqing witnessed this. She swiftly executed a defensive sword flourish, forcing back those around her. Then, she leaped behind the man who had attacked Wuyou, killed him with a single stab, and caught Wuyou as she fell.

“Wuyou, hold on! The Young Master will be here soon!”

Wuqing supported Wuyou with one hand while wielding her sword with the other. But blood gushed from Wuyou’s abdomen, and her gaze began to lose focus. A chill gripped Wuqing’s heart. As she swung her sword, she used her foot to hook Wuyou’s waist and gently lay her flat on the ground. Holding Wuyou would only make her bleed faster.

After laying Wuyou down, Wuqing wiped her face—unaware if it was streaked with blood or tears—and stood guard beside her, fending off the relentless attacks.

Elsewhere, Wushuang and Wuxin fought back-to-back, their coordination seamless, felling many of the attackers who swarmed them.

Yet, despite their seamless cooperation, the high-intensity drain on their internal energy was too much. Both their physical stamina and internal energy were at their limits.

Both were panting heavily, their sword movements had become visibly erratic and lacked much of their former killing power.

Seeing their state, one of the attackers yelled, “Put in more effort, men! These two bitches can’t last much longer!”

When their two thousand men had first been dispatched to eliminate a mere sixty-odd people, many had thought it was excessive and felt somewhat resentful.

Good heavens! When the fight began, they realized just who they were dealing with.

Each of their opponents was a peerless martial arts master.

While the attackers couldn’t match these sixty-odd individuals in martial skill, they overwhelmed them with sheer numbers. Their leader had adopted a strategy of attrition: first arrow volleys, then relentless group assaults. No matter how skilled their opponents were, they couldn’t withstand such a massive force.

Moreover, these were well-trained soldiers, each having experienced the brutality of the battlefield, having killed enemies before. They fought with ferocious intensity, completely unafraid.

So, whenever those at the front fell, reinforcements from the rear immediately filled the gaps.

The initial large battlefront gradually broke down into several smaller skirmishes, and then into dozens of tiny pockets of resistance. The sixty-odd defenders were thus separated, allowing the attackers to surround and overwhelm them individually or in small groups.

They were confident they could either kill them outright or wear them down until they collapsed.

Surveying the battlefield, the commander’s gaze swept around, as if searching for their primary target but not finding them. His eyes narrowed.

No matter. As long as they can hold on for another hour, they can kill all sixty-plus people, and their mission will be considered complete.

Their mission was to eliminate every single one of these individuals, leaving no survivors.

However, they too had paid a heavy price.

The commander looked at the bodies littering the ground, his soldiers falling one after another, and his heart ached. These were all elite soldiers, precious assets. They hadn’t died on the battlefield, yet they perished here.

Although he was the commander, he was still under orders. He had no choice but to carry out the general’s commands.

Just when Yun No. 20 and his companions were on the verge of collapse, a group of people suddenly charged in. Looking up, they saw the towering figure of their master.

A wave of relief washed over them, and they smiled. Wuqing, seeing him, finally let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

They let their numb arms fall. Even as the enemy soldiers slashed at them, they didn’t retaliate, knowing those soldiers stood no chance.

And indeed, as the enemy soldiers’ blades descended upon them, the weapons were parried away. A sharp pain, and then darkness—the attackers were decapitated before they even knew how they died.

Xiao Yunjing and his reinforcements swiftly dispatched the remaining assailants engaged in the slaughter, capturing several hundred survivors. He didn’t order a complete massacre.

Xiao Yunjing could tell these were well-trained soldiers. Who would dispatch an army to kill Li’er? he wondered.

“Master!”

Once the battlefield was cleared, Xiao Yunjing surveyed his sixty-odd subordinates. Yun No. 20, overwhelmed with emotion, cried out.

Xiao Yunjing’s expression was grim. “Attend to the wounded first,” he instructed.

His mood was foul; every single one of his sixty-plus elite masters was grievously injured.

“Yes!” Yun No. 20 nodded emphatically, hastily retrieving medicine from his pouch and tending to his own wounds.

Xiao Yunjing scanned the area. Not seeing Gu Qingli, he surmised she was safe within the Space and felt a wave of relief.

He immediately instructed his men to help treat Yun No. 20 and the others. Many were in critical condition. He ordered that their lives be stabilized until Li’er emerged to provide further treatment.

His men began methodically tending to the wounded. Meanwhile, Xiao Yunjing dispatched a message by carrier pigeon, instructing Yun No. 14 to bring reinforcements and take charge of the captured soldiers.

Yun No. 14 and his contingent arrived swiftly, riding at top speed, reaching them in a little over two hours. They brought two physicians requisitioned from the Gu Clinic.

The two physicians were aghast at the severity of the injuries. Their hands trembled as they began cleaning the wounds.

Never before had they witnessed such a horrific sight. Not one of the sixty-odd individuals was unscathed; all suffered from ghastly lacerations, with torn flesh and profuse bleeding.

Just then, Gu Qingli, who was in the Space, seemed to sense Xiao Yunjing’s presence. She instantly materialized outside.

The scene that greeted her left Gu Qingli stunned. She had never imagined the battle would be this brutal.

Without even a word of greeting to Xiao Yunjing, she immediately summoned her medical kit and hurried to treat the injured lying on the ground.

Most were unconscious, their bodies riddled with sword wounds that required stitching. She scanned the area, looking for Wuyou to assist her.

Instead, she saw Wuqing sitting nearby, wiping away tears.

Gu Qingli rushed over. The person on the ground was Wuyou. Her abdomen had been bandaged, but her chest rose and fell shallowly.

Gu Qingli’s expression turned grim. Wuyou’s condition is life-threatening.

“Wuqing,” she called softly.

Hearing Gu Qingli’s voice, which sounded like a lifeline, Wuqing lifted her exhausted face. Tears streamed down as she wailed, “Miss, please, you have to save Wuyou!”

“Alright, don’t cry,” Gu Qingli said, patting her shoulder reassuringly. “I’ll save her right now.”

“Li’er!”

Xiao Yunjing spotted Gu Qingli. In an instant, his figure blurred as he appeared before her, pulling her into a tight embrace.

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