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

At this moment, his heartbeat was thundering, and all his senses were focused on one target: Liu San. He knew that with just a few more steps, he would see the young man who had blocked countless swords for him. Those sharp eyes, that face with a faint smile, seemed to always find a glimmer of hope in the face of despair.

"Boss! They're coming!" Suddenly, a sharp cry broke his moment of peace. Qin Cang's heart skipped a beat, and his pace didn't stop, but instead quickened. He knew he had to reach Liu San before the enemy discovered him.

Gradually, his vision opened up, and he saw the besieged camp. Dozens of enemy soldiers surrounded a young man, making it impossible for him to escape. That young man was Liu San. He didn't panic, but stood before a stone wall, his longsword held in a sharp position, as if ready to meet the enemy's attack at any moment.

"Ha, Liu San, you're quite tough!" The enemy leader sneered and stepped forward provocatively, his eyes filled with contempt for the young swordsman. "If it weren't for the fact that you're Qin Cang's brother, you would have been a corpse long ago."

Liu San ignored the other party's words. His eyes held no fear, but instead a calm indifference. "If you dare to make a move, I promise you'll regret it until your intestines turn green."

The enemy leader snorted coldly, the long sword in his hand lightly slicing through the air, making a slight buzzing sound. "Hmph, how can you hold off so many of us by yourself?"

A hint of disdain flashed in Liu San's eyes, and he gripped the hilt of the sword even tighter, as if he was ready to attack at any time.

At this moment, Qin Cang jumped out from the shadows nearby, his eyes like lightning, quickly locking onto the enemy leader's position. He swung the short knife in his hand, and the sharp blade cut through the air like lightning, hitting the enemy leader's wrist, and the long knife fell to the ground.

"Qin Cang!" The enemy leader revealed an angry expression, suddenly turned around, and waved his hand to signal the others to surround him. "Kill them!"

Yet, Qin Cang's eyes held an incomparable calm, unfazed by the enemy's threats. The blade in his hand danced nimbly in the rain, each strike carrying the force of thunder. It was a lethal move honed from years of battlefield experience, a move that no opponent could exploit.

Seeing this, Liu San finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had originally hoped to resolve the current predicament on his own, but now with Qin Cang's assistance, he completely let go and engaged in a fierce duel with the enemy. The two men were like two ferocious beasts, the flashing and shadowy swords intertwined, and the momentum was terrifying.

Qin Cang's gaze was as sharp as a knife, and every strike was precise and accurate, crushing the enemy at the first touch. Liu San's swordsmanship was also impeccable, and every swing of his sword could tear through the enemy's defenses.

The rain soaked their clothes, and the sound of swords clashing resounded through the sky like thunder, but the two men cooperated with each other in an unusually tacit way, as if an invisible force was silently pushing them and guiding them towards victory.

The enemy gradually realized that their siege was ineffective and they were falling further and further behind. Seeing the situation was not good, a sly glint flashed in the enemy leader's eyes. He waved his hand suddenly and ordered the others to retreat quickly.

"Retreat!" he shouted loudly and retreated into the distance with a group of soldiers.

Qin Cang and Liu San stood side by side, watching the enemy flee. The rain had washed away almost all traces of their blood and dirt, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"Liu San, are you okay?" Qin Cang turned around with a little concern in his eyes. Although he always had a blank expression, at this moment, the warm emotion could not be concealed.

Liu San shook his wet hair and smiled slightly, "It's okay, just a little tired."

The two stood there, staring at each other, their eyes filled with unspoken understanding. The years of battle, the hardships they had endured, now seemed frozen in this moment.

Qin Cang nodded and said, "Let's go and find a place to hide first. The heavy rain will not stop, and leaving traces will make it too easy for the enemy to find us."

The wind still blew, and the torrential rain slashed the earth like countless sharp blades, crackling loudly. Qin Cang and Liu San walked side by side on the slippery dirt road, mud and water splashing from time to time, soaking their boots and their worn uniforms. The atmosphere was oppressive and silent, the fury of the torrential rain blending with the desolation of the world, leaving the land as still as death.

But inside, Qin Cang's heart was a turmoil. He stared straight ahead, his steps steady and powerful, each one a desperate effort to maintain composure. He didn't look back at Liu San; he didn't dare. He knew that if he did, he would see the intense concern and anticipation in the young swordsman's eyes. He didn't dare let his emotions get out of control, nor did he dare let Liu San see his vulnerability.

"Xiao Hu is fine." Liu San suddenly broke the silence. There was no excitement in his tone, and there was even a hint of relief. He knew the worry that Qin Cang could never get rid of in his heart, but he didn't want to make himself appear too heavy.

Qin Cang paused slightly, as some of the suppressed emotions in his heart seemed to be released by these words. He pursed his lips tightly, trying not to let any emotion show. "He'll be fine." Qin Cang's tone was flat, but his hands were tightly grasping his collar, as if trying to calm himself down.

Liu San stared ahead, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a hint of alarm. "Boss, I know what you're worried about. Don't forget, Xiaohu isn't a kid anymore. He's much stronger than I was when I was younger. He's often even calmer than I am." A self-deprecating smile played at the corner of his mouth as he spoke. "But don't worry, I'll be watching him. Anyone who dares to hurt him will be the first to learn the meaning of pain."

Qin Cang's mouth tightened, his gaze fixed fixed on the front. He knew that Liu San's words, though lighthearted, were true. Xiaohu was indeed stronger than they had been in their youth, growing rapidly and now capable of independent combat. However, as an older brother, Qin Cang's inner worries never faded, especially when he saw the lingering innocence in the young boy's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel anxious. That anxiety stemmed not only from a clear understanding of the dangers of the battlefield, but also from a sense of loss within himself—he was no longer the fearless man who could protect Liu San and Xiaohu.

"However," Liu San's voice once again broke Qin Cang's thoughts, "Your knife strike was beautiful." He raised his head and glanced at Qin Cang, a trace of sincere admiration flashing in his eyes, "I have learned so much from me, but you are still the best."