Chapter 317
Chapter 317 Peerless Twin Beauties
Seeing the cold glimmer of the blade hurtling towards his chest, Lin Wanrong's heart lurched. This was not a mere act, it was reality. Swiftly sidestepping the strike, he winced as a sharp pain shot through the wound on his back. The assassin's blade didn't pause, transforming the thrust into an upward jab that aimed at his lower abdomen, the move even faster than before.
‘Damn it, thinking me as feeble as a sick cat when I hold back,’ Lin Wanrong roared in rage and pain. Ignoring the sting on his back, he focused on the assailant's face and launched a powerful punch. Despite his delayed response, his attack outpaced the assassin's blade. The sudden burst of speed caught the killer off guard. He quickly swiped his long blade, barely managing to shield his vital spots in time.
"Go to hell!" Lin Wanrong barked, retracting his fist and swiftly lashed out with a powerful kick to the assailant's abdomen. With a thud, the man was sent flying out the door. Meanwhile, the other two assassins inside the room wasted no time, their blades whirling as they bypassed Lin Wanrong to attack the Eldest Miss behind him.
Having gained the upper hand, Lin Wanrong felt a surge of confidence. He was not afraid of the two assassins. He quickly picked up a long bench nearby and hurled it at the attackers. The sound of the blade slicing through the bench echoed, splintering it into pieces. Lin Wanrong didn't hesitate, throwing the remnant forcefully at one of the assailants' chests. His fury augmented his strength, the impact forced the man to retreat several steps, gasping for breath.
"Run!" Lin Wanrong shouted, grabbing the Eldest Miss and Huan'er and made a dash for the door. Just as they stepped into the courtyard, they heard a delightful laugh, "Trying to escape? Not so easy!!" As the voice faded, a sharp whistle cut through the air, bringing a strong gust of wind, heading straight for Lin Wanrong.
Upon hearing the sound, Lin Wanrong let out a sigh of relief, which quickly morphed into annoyance. ‘Damn it, this sneaky vixen An Biru, we were supposed to be acting, but when has any of this felt like an act? Of all the days, she chose to strike when I'm injured. I could have been killed by those brats just now.’
If there was one person in this world who remained a mystery to him, it was Sister An. Her tactics, her strategies were on par with his, all hidden beneath an alluring facade that was hard to defend against. The projectile she sent flying was an exquisitely polished white lotus flower, spinning continuously, fierce as a tiger. Catching it, Lin Wanrong felt a great force traveling through the metal lotus, like a hammer slamming into his chest. He stumbled backward a few steps to regain balance. Before he could catch his breath, he saw a shadow leap into the air, a long sword trembling in its hand, rushing towards his chest like a shooting star.
Although the figure was veiled in a light gauze, her voluptuous curves and seductive sway were captivating. She traced a beautiful and enchanting trajectory in the air, which was utterly captivating. "Damn it, you've finally shown yourself," he muttered to himself. After all this fighting and several close calls, there was no sign of any divine rescue. He wondered if An Biru, this sly vixen, had any idea about the whereabouts of her senior sister. He hoped she was not just playing with him.