latelenovela Chapter 489
Chapter 489
Jing Chu felt a sudden chill run down his spine. He realized that their all-out attack was merely a small test for this monster; the real test had only just begun. Fear spread through him, but his years of experience in the martial world allowed him to quickly regain his composure, and a resounding fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes.
The monster seemed utterly enraged by the previous attack. It roared to the sky, its voice shaking the surrounding trees and sending leaves fluttering down. Then, it leaped up, its massive body like a small black mountain, charging towards the group. This time, it was much faster than before, creating a strong gust of wind that made everyone's clothes flutter wildly.
Jing Chu reacted swiftly. He shouted and waved his arms, quickly directing the guards to scatter and take cover: "Quick! Everyone scatter, don't get hit!" The guards snapped out of their daze and immediately fled in different directions, leaving a trail of panicked footprints on the muddy ground. Jing Chu himself, however, once again faced the monster without hesitation, his longsword gleaming coldly, drawing a resolute arc in the rain.
Between narrow escapes from the monster's attacks, Jing Chu kept his eyes glued to the remaining runes on its body. Rain lashed his face, blurring his vision, but he remained oblivious, completely absorbed in observing the runes' changes. Suddenly, he noticed that the runes' flashing seemed to follow a certain pattern, sometimes flashing rapidly, sometimes slowly, as if conveying some mysterious signal.
Jing Chu calmly pondered, his mind racing, drawing on his previous combat experience to deduce the logic behind the runes' operation. Time seemed to stand still at that moment; the surrounding shouts of battle and the sound of rain gradually faded away, leaving only the constantly flashing runes before his eyes in his world. Finally, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he had an answer in his heart. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Listen up, everyone! Attack according to the order in which the runes flash!" His voice echoed across the empty battlefield, carrying a do-or-die determination.
Following their instructions, the group quickly regained their composure and regrouped. Although exhausted, they mustered their courage once more, gripping their weapons tightly, and methodically attacked the runes on the monster's body in order to survive and defeat it. Some observed the order in which the runes flashed, shouting commands; others seized opportunities to rush forward and launch their attacks. With each rune destroyed, the monster's movements slowed, and the group's confidence grew.
As each rune was successfully destroyed, the monster's light gradually dimmed, and its movements became increasingly sluggish, as if it were stuck in quagmire. Jing Chu seized this perfect opportunity. He took a deep breath, pushed off the ground with both legs, and leaped high into the air, tracing a perfect arc. The longsword in his hand gleamed coldly in the rain. He gathered all his strength in his arm and then plunged it fiercely into the monster's vital point.
This time, the monster let out a muffled roar, its body trembled violently, and then it slowly collapsed. It slammed heavily onto the ground, splashing up a huge spray of water and mud. Silence reigned, broken only by the patter of raindrops on the ground. Everyone stared nervously at the monster, fearing it might rise again. After a long while, the monster remained motionless, completely dead.
Jing Chu and his guards could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground. Their chests heaved violently as they gasped for breath, sweat, rain, and blood mingling and streaming down their exhausted faces. The arduous battle was finally over. With their indomitable will and fearless courage, they had defeated a powerful enemy and saved their lives.
The rain, heavy as lead, pressed down on the earth. Fine raindrops pounded into the mud, splashing up murky water. Jing Chu lay sprawled on the mud, his clothes instantly soaked through. The chill, combined with his exhaustion, seeped into his very core. He gasped for breath, his chest heaving, staring at the gloomy sky that seemed stained with ink. His heart felt like a jumbled spice bottle, a mixture of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty flavors churning within him.
In this fierce battle, they fought with all their might and finally emerged victorious. On the battlefield, limbs and severed bodies were scattered everywhere, and blood mingled with rainwater, winding into gruesome streams. Jing Chu knew that this victory was merely a glimmer of light in a long darkness, only the beginning of a difficult journey. In this unpredictable world, unknown dangers lurked like wolves in the shadows, ready to pounce at any moment.
Just as Jing Chu was lost in thought, a sharp scream pierced the rain: "Lord Jing, there's a medical book on that monster!" Jing Chu jolted, enduring the aches and exhaustion all over his body, and slowly rose to his feet, pushing himself up with his hands. A guard, his face filled with panic, ran over from beside the grotesque monster's remains, holding a wet book high in his hand.
Jing Chu reached out and took the medical book. It was icy cold to the touch; the paper, soaked in rain, was soft and wrinkled. He examined it closely. The handwriting was ancient and vigorous, the strokes sharp and forceful, like marks etched by time itself, obscure and difficult to understand. However, relying on his years of research into medicine and his intuition, he keenly sensed that the book seemed to be imbued with the aura of mysterious medicine—an ancient power he had never explored before. In an instant, Jing Chu realized that this monster before him might have intricate and complex connections to the unspoken secrets of the medical world.
Jing Chu looked up at the equally exhausted group and said in a deep voice, "We must bring this medical book back as soon as possible and study it carefully." The group nodded silently, dragging their leaden legs, supporting each other, and embarked on their journey home in the torrential rain. Rain streamed down their faces, blurring their vision, but Jing Chu remained oblivious, his mind replaying the mysterious characters in the medical book, trying to piece together its secrets. He knew that this medical book might not only hold the key to a major breakthrough in medicine, bringing hope to countless patients, but it might also conceal the key to combating more unknown dangers, serving as an important guide for their continued journey through this chaotic world.
Finally, everyone returned to their camp. Rainwater pooled on the ground, forming small puddles, and the tents swayed precariously in the wind and rain. Jing Chu, without bothering to change his soaked clothes or rest for a moment, sat down in the dim tent and, by the dim light of a single lamp, eagerly began studying his medical books. The flickering candlelight cast long and short shadows on the tent flaps. The truth slowly revealed in the medical books, like an invisible hand, was drawing him and the others step by step into an even more thrilling and perilous medical mystery. The road ahead was fraught with thorns and mist, yet also filled with a thirst for exploration and anticipation.
Inside the tent, the dim candlelight flickered, the tiny flames dancing in the breeze, casting Jing Chu's shadow on the tent flaps. The shadow distorted and swayed with the flickering candlelight. Jing Chu sat at a simple wooden table, leaning forward, his eyes fixed on the open medical book before him, his gaze filled with concentration and fascination, seemingly oblivious to everything around him. Sometimes his brow furrowed, sometimes he nodded gently, one hand unconsciously stroking the pages, as if trying to uncover deeper secrets from the ancient paper.
Just as Jing Chu was completely immersed in the world of medical books, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the tent. The sound grew louder as it approached, instantly shattering the tranquility. Jing Chu's brows furrowed sharply, and his hands stopped moving abruptly. He slowly put down the medical book, took a deep breath, stood up, and walked out of the tent with steady steps.
As soon as Jing Chu stepped out of the tent, he saw a group of guards confronting several unfamiliar men in black. These men were completely shrouded in black night clothes, only their cold eyes visible, their gazes filled with ruthlessness and determination. Rain dripped from their clothes, pooling into black puddles on the ground. The leader of the men in black slightly raised his head, staring directly at Jing Chu, and coldly said, "Hand over the medical book, or don't blame us for being impolite!" His voice was deep and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell, carrying an undeniable sense of oppression.
Jing Chu was startled, but remained calm on the surface. He wondered how these people had learned about the medical book, and how they had arrived so quickly. After a brief moment of shock, Jing Chu quickly regained his composure. He stepped forward and said loudly, "This medical book is crucial to medical skills, concerning the lives of countless people. Who are you, and why are you trying to steal it?" However, the men in black ignored his questions and, without hesitation, drew their swords and charged forward. In an instant, the blade flashed, and the rain was cleaved in two by the swing of the blade, making a rustling sound.
Seeing this, Jing Chu quickly turned around and grabbed the longsword hanging beside the tent. The sword flashed, and he and his guards charged towards the man in black. In an instant, the outside of the tent was filled with the clash of swords, shouts of battle, and the clashing of weapons. Rain poured down, pelting everyone and mingling with the splattered blood, making the battle seem even more brutal.
As Jing Chu wielded his longsword, engaging the men in black, he pondered their origins. Judging from their skills, they were clearly highly trained; every move was concise, powerful, and deadly—no ordinary martial artists. But who was behind them? And why were they so determined to obtain this medical book?
Just as Jing Chu was distracted, a man in black spotted a gap in the guards' defenses, flashed through the lines like a ghost, and rushed into the tent. Jing Chu's heart tightened, realizing something was wrong, and he quickly abandoned his opponent and turned to chase after him.