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

Chapter 496: Quickly Swinging the Sword

Qin Cang's eyes were fixed on the enemy commander's every move, like a sharp knife, staring at his most vulnerable spot, ready to deliver a fatal blow. He could sense every subtle fluctuation in the air, and the tension filled his entire body with alertness. His heartbeat accelerated involuntarily. Although he had experienced countless life-or-death moments, the oppressive feeling in his heart could not be completely dispelled every time he approached the enemy's core.

The commander's movements were extremely swift, and without hesitation, he swung the saber towards Qin Cang's chest. The saber came with murderous intent, and its lightning speed made it almost impossible for anyone to react.

"This guy... is truly formidable." A hint of sneer played across Qin Cang's lips, yet a deep, solemn expression lingered in his eyes. He instinctively dodged the blow, the tip of the knife nearly scraping his shoulder, causing a sharp sting. Blood stained his clothes, but he didn't hesitate, instead facing his enemy with even greater resolve.

"You're strong," the enemy said coldly, a flicker of disdain and contempt in his eyes. His steps were steady, and every move revealed exquisite technique, clearly that of a seasoned veteran.

Qin Cang didn't answer, but pursed his lips, his eyes filled with murderous intent. At this moment, he knew he had to end this battle, not only to complete the mission, but also to protect himself and his teammates. If the enemy commander's presence was not eliminated, any subsequent counterattack would be a huge problem.

The enemy launched a fierce side kick, swift and powerful, carrying all his strength. The tip of his shoe whistled with a sharp, piercing sound that seemed to pierce his eardrums. Qin Cang didn't dodge, but instead blocked the kick with his shoulder, being violently knocked back a step. Pain instantly surged through his heart, but he didn't show any pain, his eyes growing colder.

"Is that the end?" the enemy scoffed, looking at Qin Cang with increasing disdain. He gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling slightly shocked. Although he knew Qin Cang's strength, after actually fighting, he was still shocked by the other party's ferocious aura.

Qin Cang took a deep breath, trying to calm his excitement and anxiety caused by the battle. He knew that this duel had just begun.

His eyes scanned his surroundings, everything in the darkness subtly influencing his emotions. The air had grown thick, a damp, cold breath seeping through his leather armor and onto his skin, causing him to shiver unconsciously. Every second seemed to stretch, the passage of time becoming unbearable. Despite the dead silence outside, the sounds of the battlefield were clearest—the thud of blades cutting through the air, the enemy's breathing, his own racing heartbeat.

"I don't want to die here." This thought suddenly flashed through Qin Cang's mind, almost subconsciously. He wasn't afraid of death, but he was even more afraid of dying meaninglessly. Knowing the battle wasn't over yet, he suddenly felt lost, as if this battle wasn't just a matter of life and death, but more of a gamble on personal destiny.

The enemy sneered again, "You, boy, are truly impressive." He slowly stepped forward, then suddenly spun around, his blade slashing at Qin Cang's neck like lightning. Qin Cang's quick eyes and hands reacted instantly, narrowly avoiding the blow, but the blade's slash across his neck caused a sharp pain. He gritted his teeth, not daring to pause, mentally calculating every attack and counterattack.

"If I can walk out alive, at least today's battle will be worthy of my life." Such a thought flashed through Qin Cang's mind, as if this belief became the only strength for him to persevere.

He attacked again, his blade tracing a beautiful arc through the air, aiming for the hollow space in his enemy's chest. The enemy was caught off guard, but he dodged at the last moment. The blade's tip grazed his leather armor, leaving a tiny wound, and blood quickly soaked through the fabric. The enemy cried out in pain, but remained undeterred. Instead, his smile grew even colder.

"Good." The enemy murmured, "You are indeed a good opponent."

Qin Cang's heart leaped. The enemy's words gave him a hunch—this wasn't an ordinary battle. The enemy's persistence and cunning far exceeded his expectations. He felt a creeping sense of unease. This feeling was familiar to him, a premonition every time he faced a powerful foe. The enemy didn't simply want to defeat him; it seemed they had some more complex agenda.

"What are you waiting for?" The enemy sneered and slowly brought the back of the knife to his shoulder. "Come on, continue your little tricks."

Qin Cang didn't move. He knew the enemy was luring him into a trap. One small mistake would put him in a deadly crisis. At this moment, his heart began to waver, but he also began to calm down. Every breath became a matter of life and death. Every step required greater caution, as if walking on the edge of a cliff.

The enemy's words pierced his mind, and he suddenly realized that he was not simply fighting against a soldier, but a battle of wits and courage with a scheming and experienced enemy. This enemy seemed in no hurry to end the battle, but was observing his every move, looking for a breakthrough.

"It seems that every step I take is under his control." This thought flashed through Qin Cang's mind, and he suddenly felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet and climbing up his back.

"If this is a trap, I must break it." He closed his eyes, shook his head gently, and sorted out his thoughts, determined not to be led by the enemy by the nose. He understood that only by completely destroying the enemy's confidence could he take the initiative in the next battle.

Without hesitation, he lunged at the enemy once more, his blade thrust straight into the enemy's heart with a fierce momentum. This time, he struck with no mercy.

"You dare!" the enemy roared and quickly swung his sword to meet him.

In an instant, the short sword and the long sword intersected, and sparks flew as their blades intersected. Qin Cang's eyes were cold and ruthless, and his heart was already prepared: no matter how the enemy fought back, he would end this endless tug-of-war with the most resolute attitude.

Qin Cang's mind raced with thoughts like a raging storm. He knew the enemy commander wasn't just a formidable opponent, but also a skilled strategist. During their fierce confrontation, the enemy seemed to be stalling for time, as if awaiting some kind of reinforcement or unexpected event. At that moment, Qin Cang's heart felt like a taut string, tense and anxious.