RPAGF Chapter 293 Attacked
Chapter 293 Attacked
This man was tall and highly skilled in martial arts. He wielded his broadsword with great force, putting a lot of pressure on the guards.
Cui Zhihao had a sudden thought; he decided to capture the leader first.
He gave Cui Jiu a wink, and the two understood each other perfectly. Cui Jiu feinted with his sword, drawing the attention of the surrounding assassins, while Cui Zhihao seized the opportunity to use his lightness skill, flying towards the leader like a swallow.
Sensing danger, the leader quickly turned to defend himself. But Cui Zhihao was too fast; his soft sword flashed like lightning, aiming for the leader's throat. The leader was terrified and hastily used his broadsword to block.
With a clang, the soft sword and the broadsword collided, producing a crisp sound.
Taking advantage of the leader's retreat, Cui Zhihao lightly tapped his foot and attacked again.
His swordsmanship grew increasingly fierce, each move deadly. The leader gradually became outmatched, his defenses opening up one after another.
Finally, Choi Ji-ho seized the opportunity and stabbed the leader in the chest with his sword. The leader's eyes widened, and he fell to the ground in despair.
Upon seeing their leader dead, the assassins' morale collapsed. Choi Ji-ho and his guards seized the opportunity to launch an attack, annihilating the remaining assassins.
A strong stench of blood permeated the woods, the glow of the sunset gradually dimmed, and night was about to fall.
Cui Zhihao let out a long sigh and sheathed his soft sword.
His body was covered in blood, but his eyes remained resolute.
Cui Jiu and his guards gathered around, exhausted but beaming with the joy of victory.
"Young Master, are you alright?" Cui Jiu asked with concern.
"I'm fine." Choi Ji-ho smiled and shook his head. "Thanks to everyone, we were able to get out of danger this time."
The girls who were traveling with them also came out of the carriage, their faces still showing lingering fear.
Shi Qing walked up to Cui Zhihao, her eyes full of admiration: "Young Master Cui, you are amazing!"
Choi Ji-ho smiled gently: "It's good that everyone is alright. It's getting late, let's find a safe place to rest first, and then continue our journey."
Everyone nodded, packed their belongings, and slowly left the bloody battlefield.
The moonlight shone on them, casting long shadows that stretched into the unknown future. This thrilling experience would become an unforgettable memory in their lives.
A somber, oppressive atmosphere permeated the official road. A richly decorated carriage, surrounded by a group of guards, hurried along, its wheels rolling and kicking up a trail of dust.
Inside the carriage, Cui Zhihao frowned, his expression grave. He was dressed in fine clothes, and a warm jade pendant hung at his waist, highlighting his extraordinary status.
Lately, he has been experiencing a series of misfortunes, feeling as if a pair of eyes are watching him from the shadows, and now he is being hunted down for no reason.
But no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out who he had offended that would lead the other party to take such a ruthless act and try to kill him.
As Cui Zhihao was deep in thought, a sharp whistling sound suddenly pierced the sky. The sound was very familiar; it was the sound of an arrow flying in!
His expression changed drastically, and before he could react, screams of agony came from outside the carriage.
He abruptly flung open the curtains and saw several arrows accurately striking the guards in the front row, who didn't even have time to utter a complete cry.
He fell straight down into a pool of blood, which quickly spread across the ground.
"Protect the young master!"
Cui Jiu's voice rang out amidst the chaos. He was Cui Zhihao's personal bodyguard, highly skilled in martial arts, and extremely loyal.
Upon hearing the shouts, he immediately drew his long sword from his waist and moved with lightning speed to block the carriage.
However, the rain of arrows came too quickly; the dense swarm of arrows, like locusts, came from all directions.
Cui Jiu only felt a black shadow flash before his eyes, and had no time to discern the direction of the arrow. He could only rely on his years of combat experience to subconsciously swing his longsword, trying to block this deadly attack.
Each swing of the longsword produced a crisp metallic clang, sending sparks flying.
The rain of arrows was too dense and fast, and Cui Jiu gradually felt powerless. His movements became sluggish and his breathing became increasingly heavy.
Several times, sharp arrows grazed his clothes, nearly piercing his vital organs. His forehead was covered in sweat, and a hint of panic was visible in his eyes.
Despite his valiant resistance, he inevitably sustained injuries, with blood gushing from his arms and shoulders, staining his clothes red.
"Young master, quickly get back into the carriage!"
While fending off the rain of arrows, Cui Jiu turned around and shouted.
Choi Ji-ho gritted his teeth, retreated into the car, his heart pounding, his brain racing as he considered how to respond.
He knew that passively taking hits like this was not a long-term solution, and he had to find a way to exploit the enemy's weaknesses, otherwise they would all perish here.
Just then, the carriage jolted and came to a sudden stop. It turned out that a huge crossbow bolt had struck one of the wheels, breaking the axle and causing the carriage to tilt.
Choi Ji-ho was thrown out and crashed heavily to the ground. He struggled to get up, feeling excruciating pain all over his body, but dared not relax for a moment.
"Choi Ji-ho, today is your death day!"
A cold voice came from the woods, and then a group of men in black emerged from all directions.
They held sharp blades, their faces covered with black cloth, revealing only pairs of cold eyes filled with intense killing intent.
Cui Zhihao's heart sank; he knew that the real crisis had only just begun.
He clenched his fists and looked at Cui Jiu, who was also injured beside him. The two exchanged a glance, a resolute glint in their eyes. They both knew that their only chance of survival today was to fight to the death.
"Go!" The leader of the men in black waved his hand, and the men in black surged forward like a tide.
Cui Jiu charged forward first, his swordsmanship fierce, each move carrying a do-or-die spirit.
Not to be outdone, Choi Ji-ho picked up a sword from the ground and joined the fight.
Although his martial arts skills were inferior to Cui Jiu's, he unleashed astonishing power in the face of life and death.
The battle reached its climax, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.
The wounds on Cui Jiu and Cui Zhihao multiplied, and their blood stained the ground beneath their feet.
Their movements grew increasingly sluggish, and their breathing became heavier, yet they did not give up, stubbornly resisting the attacks of the men in black.
Just as Choi Ji-ho felt his strength failing and was about to give up, a series of rapid hoofbeats suddenly came from afar.
Choi Ji-ho was overjoyed; perhaps their savior had arrived...
The night was as dark as ink, with only the sound of horses' hooves echoing in the silence. At first, Cui Jiu only noticed that the sound of horses' hooves coming from afar was somewhat hurried, and did not pay much attention to it.
But as the sound drew closer, alarm bells rang in his mind. The sound of hooves was chaotic yet possessed a strange rhythm, clearly not from ordinary passersby.
He glanced at Cui Zhihao, who also had a solemn expression and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
Cui Jiu instantly understood and, disregarding his exhaustion from days of travel, quickly pulled out a specially made signal flare from his pocket.
With a "whoosh," the signal flare pierced the night sky, bursting forth with dazzling light.
This light carried their hope for life and was also an urgent signal to nearby friendly forces for help.
Cui Jiu gripped the sword hilt with a backhand, its cold gleam flashing in the moonlight. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his wildly beating heart, and turned to look at his brothers beside him.
Although they looked exhausted, their eyes were firm, and they gripped their weapons tightly, ready to fight to the death at any moment.
The enemy finally appeared, all dressed in black, wielding sharp blades, their eyes gleaming with a fierce and brutal light in the moonlight.
The leader was a tall, muscular man with a menacing scar running from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, exuding an indescribable terror.