Chapter 793: Fight for you!

A shrill miserable cry suddenly rang out!

The assassin's wrist went limp and deformed, unable to hold the dagger any longer.

Lin Yuan seized the blade in the flow, his wrist twisting; the sharp triangular blade...... went straight up along the opponent's forearm, forcibly piercing the elbow joint!

The tearing, piercing sound...... was especially horrifying!

That assassin clutched his broken arm and collapsed to the ground, pain making his whole body shake violently, completely crippled in one arm, now combat‑ineffective.

The remaining four assassins still refused to give up, pairing up to attack from front and back, relying on rich close‑quarters combat experience, they madly entwined and struck, dagger slashes and thrusts, elbow strikes and knee blows—every move aimed fiercely at vital spots.

But before Lin Yuan's extreme physical brute force and life‑or‑death fighting instinct, all those military killing techniques appeared pale and powerless.

One assassin leapt up, driving a knee straight at Lin Yuan's face with fierce, overbearing force. Lin Yuan did not dodge or avoid, likewise raising his knee to clash head‑on!

With a bang, the two knees collided violently!

Visible muscle tremors burst forth; the assassin's knee joint instantly bent backward, bones shattering, flesh turning outward and tearing, stark white bone fragments piercing through the flesh and exposed.

The assassin screamed miserably as he was flung backward, landing and clutching his deformed knee while rolling wildly, blood pooling and dyeing half his body red, his miserable wail echoing throughout the suite.

Another assassin lunged from behind in a close sneak attack, viciously stabbing his dagger toward Lin Yuan's back.

Lin Yuan's back awareness fully opened, his body suddenly lunging forward, at the same time he delivered a fierce backward elbow strike, slamming hard into the center of the opponent's chest!

Boom!

The heavy impact...... instantly crushed several of the assassin's ribs.

The assassin's body...... went limp against Lin Yuan's back, utterly drained and stiff, then shortly slid straight down.

At this moment, the ten top‑tier special‑ forces assassins, whose terrifying strength could crush a host of martial masters, have all fallen to the ground.

Half of them were incapacitated by the Silver Needle sealing their acupressure points, groaning in paralysis.

Half were killed in close‑quarters brute force combat, bones shattered and lives lost.

The ground was littered with broken bodies, pools of blood, shattered daggers, and torn flesh—a scene of brutal carnage, the thick, bloody air making one suffocate.

Lin Yuan stood alone amidst the sea of broken bodies, his whole

The old and new wounds on his shoulders and waist kept splitting open.

Lin Yuan lowered his eyes slightly; there was not a trace of post‑battle turmoil in his gaze, only an icy, dead‑still indifference. The lingering killing aura around him remained fierce and icy, pressing the room's air into utter stillness.

The entire suite lay deathly silent, save for the thick, pungent smell of blood that permeated everywhere.

, broken daggers,, shocking to behold.

Lin Yuan's thin yet upright stature stood in the midst of the pile, all his wounds split open, blood flowing down in layers over the old scabs.

The dagger wound piercing his shoulder, his palms, and the deep‑bone soreness from his limbs being set back—every inch of his flesh cried out with excruciating pain.

But Lin Yuan clenched his teeth tight the whole time, his jaw line tensed hard and stiff, not allowing even a faint groan of pain to escape.

After enduring layer upon layer of bloody battles, broken bones and tendons reattached, flesh torn apart—the ultimate trauma...

These had long since drained Lin Yuan's physical limits to the bone.

At this moment, countless wounds of varying depth crisscrossed his body, still oozing blood nonstop; his vision repeatedly blurred, his limbs intermittently numb.

But Lin Yuan's consciousness remained strained to the utmost, daring not to slacken in the slightest.

Du Jie beside him froze completely, his pupils trembling and contracting,.

All of Du Jie's wildness, mockery, and madness on his face solidified, replaced by...... a bone‑deep terror and fury.

The ten elite special‑ forces warriors he personally cultivated and forged at great cost^

Each one was a battlefield ace capable of taking on ten foes.

Originally, this was Du Jie's trump card meant to utterly crush Lin Yuan.

But...... in just a few short minutes, the lone opponent slaughtered them all, leaving not a single survivor??

Witnessing this crushing...

Du Jie's inner arrogance...... was utterly shattered, extreme panic instantly overwhelming all his reason.

Du Jie knew very well that if he let Lin Yuan catch his breath today, the one who would die would be only himself.

With that thought, Du Jie's eyes instantly surged with monstrous ferocity, he threw caution to the wind completely.

He no longer feared the Blood‑Soaked Killing God–like Lin Yuan; all his ruthlessness and madness...... were poured completely onto Qin Bore before him.

Du Jie gripped her shoulder arm, then suddenly exerted force.,

Du Jie's five fingers dug deep into the flesh, force fierce and overbearing, almost crushing her shoulder bone.

"If you dare to slaughter all my men, I'll kill her myself!"

Du Jie roared hoarsely, his voice twisted and raspy, filled with sick madness.

The short knife originally pressed against Qin Bore's neck skin suddenly pressed down again, gathering force, the sharp blade locked tight

Du Jie's wrist jerked forcefully, the blade flipping, about to slice horizontally across Qin Bore's throat, killing her on the spot.

A hair's breadth from life and death...

Lin Yuan's eyes, cold light exploded.

Even though his body was heavy with injury and every movement tugged at agonizing pain throughout his bones and muscles, he still summoned the last shred of his strength without the slightest hesitation!

Lin Yuan's remaining fingertips...... suddenly trembled!

The three blood‑stained Silver Needles hidden between his fingers, wrapped in a sharp whoosh, shot out at extreme speed!

Swish swish swish!

Three fine cold glints...... sliced through the stagnant air, trajectory pinpoint precise!

7 Silver Needles, straight for Du Jie's right wrist acupressure points where he holds the dagger.

No extra moves, purely a deadly interception in desperate straits!

Each needle was infused with Lin Yuan's desperate, resolute force to protect the person.

In the next instant, the Silver Needle struck the target precisely, sinking deep...... into Du Jie's wrist nerve‑vital points, the Inner Gate and Yang Valley!

Du Jie's whole body jerked; his knife‑holding right hand was instantly hit by a sharp surge of painful numbness and stiffness.

The intense pain raced along Du Jie's meridians, quickly spreading through his entire arm.

Du Jie's fingertip strength suddenly vanished, half of the meridians in his wrist went numb. The sudden stiffness caused his horizontal neck‑slitting killing move to jerk to a halt, frozen in place.

But Du Jie was no ordinary thug; he was a martial artist who had trained his body for years, with tough tendons and bones and exceptionally strong meridians, far surpassing an ordinary person's physique.

Lin Yuan's silver‑needle seal could only briefly impede Du Jie's strength; it could not completely cripple his combat ability.

After just a moment of stiffness, Du Jie gritted his teeth and forced his qi and blood to surge, dispelling the numbness at the acupressure point.

Du Jie exerted force with his arm, suppressing the feeling of obstruction.

Even though his wrist ached and throbbed with pain and his meridians tingled with numbness.

Yet Du Jie kept the tip of his short dagger locked tight in his clenched grip.

In Du Jie's hand, the deadly short dagger remained steady before Qin Bore's neck, showing no sign of slipping; the blade's cold gleam stayed sharp, its lethal intent undiminished.

But that brief second of stiffness and hesitation was the only fleeting opening in their desperate situation.

Qin Bore, who had been enduring and lying in wait for the right moment, instantly seized this sliver of opportunity.

Her mind was clear and calm; she had been quietly gathering strength all along, without panicking or wasting energy in struggle.

Just at the moment Du Jie's force grew sluggish and his attack stalled…

Qin Bore's cold eyes flashed, and the remaining strength in her whole body exploded instantly.

Her shoulder suddenly dropped and then lunged forward, allowing her to bend free.

Qin Bore's slender waist twisted to the extreme; she precisely avoided the blade while thrusting her shoulder backward, her elbow striking Du Jie's soft ribs with precision.

Bang!

A dull thud; the sudden impact force made Du Jie's restrained arm jerk loose, his balance instantly lost.

Taking advantage of this opening, Qin Bore moved swiftly and cleanly, without hesitation.

Qin Bore quickly pulled her neck back, instantly breaking free of the deadly lock of the sharp blade.

At the same time, Qin Bore raised her hand and ruthlessly slapped away Du Jie's numb, powerless right hand.

Qin Bore's figure swiftly retreated several steps, completely breaking free of Du Jie's hold, and she steadily withdrew to a safe area.

The moment she planted her feet firmly, Qin Bore's gaze instantly locked onto the ground.

Her gaze fell upon the three‑edged military spike that the assassin had just dropped, its blade stained with blood.

Without hesitation, she leaned slightly forward, her fingertips darting out to grasp the icy, bone‑chilling hilt of the military spike.

The heavy metal sensation pressed against her palm, the lingering bloody chill spreading from her fingertips through her body.

Qin Bore pressed her lips together, her eyes filling with icy battle intent.

She lifted the weapon and prepared to step forward, to share the burden for the wounded Lin Yuan.

After successive battles of death, all of Lin Yuan's old wounds burst open and surged.

On his body, fresh beads of blood kept rolling from his torn clothes, dripping from his fingertips, chin, and shoulders into the pool of blood.

Lin Yuan's legs ached and went numb; the tearing pain from his broken, reset arms repeatedly burned his nerves, massive blood loss clouding his vision with a red mist, leaving him on the verge of collapse, his body swaying slightly.

But catching a glimpse of Qin Bore moving forward with her weapon, the murky depths of his eyes instantly flashed with a sharp, fierce light.

Lin Yuan almost instinctively bellowed in a hoarse, rough voice, "Don't come over! I'll protect you!"

That shout was blunt and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.

Lin Yuan, even as his body teetered on the verge of falling and each breath drew agonizing pain from his chest, still clung desperately to the last shred of his strength.

He straightened himself to shield Qin Bore, taking all killing intent and danger upon himself.

The few remaining personal guards inside the suite, seeing this, seized the opening of Lin Yuan's fluctuating breath and exhausted strength, roaring as they closed in and lunged.

These people had only a few remnants of strength left, yet they fearlessly embraced a mad, life‑for‑life frenzy, throwing fists, feet, and weapons at Lin Yuan's vital spots in a wild barrage of strikes and stabs.

Lin Yuan's eyes sank with killing intent; he did not dodge or avoid, but dragged his shattered body forward to meet them head‑on.

Lin Yuan used no fancy moves; each of his strikes was the most primitive and overbearing flesh‑to‑flesh slaughter.

A guard swung a fierce punch straight at Lin Yuan's face, the wind of the blow sharp and fierce.

While Lin Yuan turned his body and tilted his head to dodge, his blood‑stained right hand suddenly clenched, his fingers tightening with force to seize the opponent's wrist, then he wrenched it inward.

Crack!

A piercing bone‑shattering crack exploded!

That person's body suddenly bowed like a shrimp, spewing blood from his mouth, then slumped limp to the ground, completely motionless.

Another person at his side lunged forward with a short dagger, the tip aimed straight at his waist‑and‑abdomen vital point.

Lin Yuan endured the excruciating pain of torn flesh and twisted his waist sharply.

While avoiding the fatal blow, Lin Yuan's left arm lashed out sideways, smashing hard into the side of the opponent's head.

Bang!

A dull thud; the tremendous impact directly knocked that person's neck askew, dislocating his cervical vertebrae.

That person flew backward like a broken‑string puppet, slamming heavily into the wall, sliding into the blood pool and twitching incessantly before instantly expiring.

The two remaining attackers flanked him, one locking his arm, the other kicking his leg, trying to pin down Lin Yuan's shattered body.

Lin Yuan's eyes flared with killing intent, his feet planted firm in the blood, and his whole body's tensed muscles exploded!

Lin Yuan's shoulders burst with force to break free, both arms sweeping outward as his fists hammered heavily into the two men's chests.

Both bodies flew backward and fell to the ground, unable to rise again.

In just a few seconds, the last few personal guards were all beaten to death.

His crimson blood‑soaked robe was now indistinguishable—whether the blood was the enemy's or his own.

His limbs' meridians ached and prickled, his muscles spasmed uncontrollably, and he was completely drained of strength.

Lin Yuan's breathing grew heavy and rapid, his chest heaving violently; each breath brought tearing pain, his vision blacking out several times as he nearly collapsed.

But he still gritted his teeth, relying on a determination to protect others, he kept his spine straight, not retreating a step, always firmly blocking in front of Qin Bore, using his broken body to erect the hardest barrier.

Not far away, Du Jie watched with his own eyes as his last batch of personal deathsworn were completely wiped out, utterly terrified by the Blood-Soaked Killing God before him.

Du Jie's previous arrogance, brutality, and madness all vanished, replaced by a terror that penetrated to the bone.

Du Jie's legs uncontrollably kept retreating, making a slippery, piercing sound, his face ashen as paper, his eyes filled with panic and despair.

Du Jie fully realized the reality; relying solely on himself, it was utterly impossible to oppose the now nearly mad Lin Yuan.

「Protect me! Quickly give me protection!! 」【127】 Du Jie suddenly turned his head, howling madly toward the door outside, his voice distorted and trembling, filled with utter terror.

Du Jie suddenly turned his head, howling madly toward the outside of the door, his voice twisted and trembling, full of utter terror.

The moment his words fell, outside the heavy door of the Presidential Suite…… instantly exploded with earth-shaking footsteps and howls.

Countless black-clad thugs…… surged in like a tide from the end of the hallway!

An endless stream of figures filled the doorway, packed the corridor, layer upon layer pressing together, forming an impenetrable black wall of people at the entrance!