Bright Sword: Conquer the monk at the beginning and take down Zhou Weiguo

Qin Cang stopped abruptly, his heart pounding as he quickly assessed the other party's identity and intentions. The man stood in the middle of the road, tall and clad in black armor. His face was hidden beneath a dark helmet, revealing only a pair of eyes that flashed with a cold light. Qin Cang narrowed his eyes slightly, and his mind quickly formed a judgment: This man was an enemy patrolman, and he looked no ordinary person.

Xiao Hu also noticed the movement ahead, and his expression instantly grew serious. He leaned closer to Qin Cang and whispered, "Captain, this might not be good."

Qin Cang didn't answer, only nodded slightly, his eyes remaining calm. He knew that his and Xiao Hu's actions had been discovered, and he had to react quickly. The enemy had clearly sensed their presence, and it was impossible for them to pass through as quietly as before.

"We moved too fast." Qin Cang secretly blamed himself in his heart. Although they were cautious, in this environment, any negligence could lead to exposure. He took a deep breath and prepared to make the next decision.

"Stop!" the man suddenly spoke, his voice low and powerful, carrying an unquestionable threat.

Qin Cang frowned slightly, mentally assessing the situation. The enemy had already spotted them. If they continued to retreat, they would likely attract more enemies. A head-on confrontation would likely break the enemy's defenses, but it would also put them in a difficult position. Qin Cang's mind quickly considered various possible options.

"Xiao Hu, get ready." Qin Cang ordered in a low voice, his voice as clear as the cold wind.

Xiaohu nodded, his heart racing. He knew every second that followed could mean the difference between life and death. Although he was confident he could handle the enemy before him, he couldn't suppress the nervousness within him. After all, they were facing an elite enemy patrol, not to be underestimated.

"You two, stop moving." The enemy shouted again, a hint of impatience in his tone, obviously having noticed their intention. The man did not attack immediately, but stared at Qin Cang and Xiao Hu, as if waiting for their next move.

Qin Cang's eyes flashed with a cold light, and a chill suddenly surged in his heart. He knew that at this moment, their choice would determine everything. The enemy's patience was limited, and if they continued to delay, the consequences could be even more serious. Qin Cang's hand slightly tightened around the hilt of his sword, silently warning himself—no matter what, he must not let the enemy drag them into a deeper predicament.

"What do you want to do?" Qin Cang said coldly, his eyes as sharp as a knife, staring directly at the enemy.

A hint of vigilance flashed in the enemy's eyes, clearly not expecting Qin Cang to respond so calmly. His gaze swept between Qin Cang and Xiao Hu, as if assessing the threat level of both. The man took a step back and whispered, "You'd better behave yourself, otherwise..."

Before he could finish his words, Qin Cang suddenly leaped up, so fast that it was almost impossible to react. The sword flashed like lightning, piercing the darkness and pointing directly at the enemy's chest. A hint of surprise flashed in the enemy's eyes, but he did not panic. He quickly drew the long sword at his waist and rushed forward.

"Dang!" The sound of metal clashing echoed, and a chill filled the air. Qin Cang's sword collided with the enemy's long sword, making a deafening sound, as if two powerful forces were colliding violently. Qin Cang's body shook slightly, but he quickly stabilized his posture, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

The enemy was no ordinary patrolman. His reactions were swift, and his swordsmanship was fierce. Each strike was directed precisely at Qin Cang, as if he could predict his every move. Qin Cang was secretly on guard, knowing that the enemy before him was not a simple opponent. If he continued to fight, he would probably end up in a stalemate, or even be dragged into a greater predicament.

"Xiaohu, left!" Qin Cang ordered in a low voice, with a hint of urgency in his tone.

Xiaohu responded without hesitation, quickly circling to the enemy's left side. Taking advantage of the enemy's focus on Qin Cang, he pounced. Xiaohu's speed was extremely fast, and he was close to the enemy in almost an instant. He swung the dagger in his hand, pointing it directly at the enemy's neck.

The enemy, sensing danger, spun abruptly, slashing with his long sword to block Xiaohu's attack. But Xiaohu was quicker, his dagger darting past the enemy's neck, leaving a bloody streak. The enemy groaned and paused slightly, but didn't fall. A flicker of anger flashed in his eyes, clearly having not expected the two young warriors to be so tenacious.

"Do you really think you can get away easily?" The enemy growled and swung the blade again with even more fierce momentum.

Qin Cang gave his enemy no chance to breathe. His sword attacked like a torrential downpour, forcing the enemy back again and again. With each swing of his sword, Qin Cang felt a surge of murderous intent. He knew that if he didn't deliver a fatal blow, their actions would be completely exposed, putting them in even greater trouble.

Xiaohu quickly followed, wielding his dagger as he continued to close in on the enemy. Although the enemy's swordsmanship was powerful, Xiaohu's agility and speed prevented the enemy from finding an effective opportunity to counterattack.

"We can't delay this any longer!" Qin Cang's heart tightened, and he suddenly made a decision. He quickly adjusted his posture, concentrated all his strength, and fiercely thrust his sword into the enemy's chest. The enemy tried to block, but it was too late, and the sword pierced his chest directly.

A trace of shock flashed in the enemy's eyes, and a low groan came out of his mouth. His body trembled violently, and then he fell to the ground, blood gushing out.

"Go!" Qin Cang ordered in a low voice, quickly pulled up Xiaohu, and walked quickly towards the other side of the enemy camp.

Qin Cang and Xiao Hu quickly vanished into the darkness, their footsteps light and effortless, almost blending into the night. Although their hearts had raced after the previous exchange, they didn't pause, continuing their advance deeper into the enemy camp. The scent of blood still hung in the air, as if reminding them that the previous blow hadn't completely ended everything.

Qin Cang's thoughts didn't relax as his enemy fell. Instead, his mind quickly replayed the moment just now—the enemy's mistake. At that moment, the enemy's reaction was quick, but there was still a hint of hesitation. It was that slight hesitation that gave Qin Cang and Xiao Hu a glimmer of hope.

"He didn't expect us to be so quick." Qin Cang analyzed secretly in his heart, his eyes fixed on the darkness ahead, but his mind was working rapidly. "If the enemy had been more decisive, I'm afraid we would have had to pay a greater price."

At that moment, the enemy, though aware of the threat, didn't completely let down his guard, still attempting to confront Qin Cang and Xiao Hu. However, he clearly didn't realize that this hesitation had already cost him the initiative. Qin Cang knew clearly that such opportunities were rare; if he gave the enemy even a moment longer, their plan would be exposed, putting them in even greater trouble.