Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 919: The Rescue Team Arrives Just in Time

Xiang Yu’s performance completely exceeded everyone’s expectations, especially Zhang Dongxu, who was standing beside him. He had been closest to Xiang Yu and could feel the state of his body the most.

Just moments ago, Xiang Yu was still gasping for air, barely managing to stand upright by relying on the knife in his hand.

But now Xiang Yu seemed like a completely different person. His stance and fierce attacks showed no sign of injuries.

Zhuge Xiaoming, standing at a distance, was equally stunned. What was going on? He had been observing Xiang Yu’s condition upstairs just moments before.

Xiang Yu had taken down many people, but in doing so, he’d been slashed several times himself. Even though the cuts weren’t severe, it stood to reason that Xiang Yu should be completely exhausted by now.

In fact, Xiang Yu himself had no idea what was happening to him. All he knew was that his body was surging with energy. He needed to vent it—he had to take Lin Chong down.

After enduring so much and losing so many brothers, how could he possibly let Lin Chong escape?

Xiang Yu swung his knife aside, knocking Lin Chong’s blade away, then fiercely chopped toward his opponent’s throat.

If this slash landed, Lin Chong’s head was as good as gone. Lin Chong was terrified—so Xiang Yu had been putting on an act all along!

Lin Chong hurriedly retreated, but in his panic, he tripped and fell. Fortunately for him, the fall allowed him to narrowly avoid Xiang Yu’s strike.

Xiang Yu missed with his slash, then leapt up and swung his knife down at Lin Chong again.

At that moment, Zhuge Xiaoming snapped out of his shock and shouted at those around him, "What are you all waiting for? Hurry up and kill him for me!"

Zhuge Xiaoming considered himself clever and often claimed to be a descendant of Zhuge Liang. But seeing Xiang Yu today was an eye-opening experience.

Xiang Yu was nothing short of a legend. How could a human accomplish this? It defied common sense.

The people around Zhuge Xiaoming saw their boss in danger and immediately charged at Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu couldn’t spare them a thought—his focus was entirely on Lin Chong. Lin Chong was trembling violently; though he had seen much in his life, he had completely lost his composure in the face of death. frёeωebɳovel.com

"Save me, save me..." Lin Chong cried out.

Lin Chong’s personal bodyguards closed in on him. One of them, seeing Lin Chong in peril, lunged onto him protectively.

Xiang Yu showed no mercy, slashing the man across the back. The knife cut sharply, and with a resounding crack, it was likely that the man’s spine had snapped.

Lin Chong seized the opportunity to be dragged away by his men. Though he didn’t soil himself, his mind was completely unhinged.

"Kill him! Kill him!" Lin Chong screamed hysterically.

Xiang Yu, seeing his prey attempting to flee, let out an earth-shattering roar and charged forward with his blade.

His ferocious appearance resembled that of a War God. Two men tried to stop him but were brutally sent flying by a single kick from Xiang Yu.

Zhuge Xiaoming, watching from afar, simply observed Xiang Yu with a calm expression. He couldn’t understand where Xiang Yu was summoning such strength.

It was as if Xiang Yu had stepped straight out of a martial arts novel—the kind where he was undoubtedly the protagonist. But this was reality, unequivocally real, with no trace of fiction.

In that moment, Zhuge Xiaoming felt his blood pumping. He almost wanted to grab a blade and charge forward himself, eager to test whether Xiang Yu had actually recovered or was merely bluffing.

But the kick Xiang Yu had delivered just now was undeniably real. Seeing Xiang Yu’s ferocity brought another thought to Zhuge Xiaoming’s mind.

Back during college, he had heard stories about Qigong, though those were always dismissed as myths.

As intellectuals and staunch atheists, he and his peers laughed off such tales, considering them nothing more than idle chatter.

But now, he suddenly felt that such phenomena truly existed—and this feeling was intensely vivid.

Just as Xiang Yu was about to reach Lin Chong, a black man blocked his path, throwing a punch toward Xiang Yu’s head.

Xiang Yu, seeing red, gritted his teeth and countered with a punch of his own.

Their fists collided, producing a crisp snap. The black man’s arm grotesquely twisted, the bone jutting out from his flesh.

By now, more than forty people had surrounded Xiang Yu, trapping him firmly within their encirclement.

It was no longer possible for Xiang Yu to kill Lin Chong.

Behind him, Zhang Dongxu was consumed with guilt. He had ruined Xiang Yu’s plan. Witnessing Xiang Yu’s unparalleled strength, he realized that Xiang Yu must have been pretending all along and intended to seize the chance to kill Lin Chong.

But Zhang Dongxu had messed up the strategy, and now he felt utterly useless.

With Xiang Yu surrounded, Zhang Dongxu couldn’t help at all.

Holding his knife, Xiang Yu stood firmly in place. Despite being outnumbered by over forty foes, none of them dared make a move. They cautiously kept their distance, watching him intently.

Xiang Yu switched his blade to his left hand. Then, calmly, he pulled out his phone and made a call.

"It’s time to act." With that, Xiang Yu ended the call.

Wu Jing received the call and immediately jumped into his car, leading his men in a charge toward the battleground.

Wu Jing’s arrival caused the forty men encircling Xiang Yu to scatter in fear. They faltered and turned to look for their boss, but Lin Chong was nowhere to be found—he’d fled long ago.

With Lin Chong gone, they looked to the second-in-command, but Zhuge Xiaoming had also vanished without a trace.

Leaderless, panic spread quickly among them. No one wanted to stay; whoever ran first was followed by the rest, and in the blink of an eye, the forty men turned tail and fled.

They couldn’t afford to worry about anything else—Xiang Yu alone had managed to take down nearly half their numbers, and now the reinforcements had arrived with Wu Jing leading them. They knew they weren’t a match.

Wu Jing had expected brutal carnage, but upon reaching the scene, he was still taken aback. The place resembled hell itself.

Especially when he saw Xiang Yu drenched in blood, his eyes burned red with fury.

"Kill them all!" Wu Jing roared.

The members of the Tianlong Squad could hardly wait. Seeing so many of their brothers lying lifeless, their hearts burned with indescribable rage—a primal urge to slaughter.

But as they charged forward, Xiang Yu’s previous instructions rang in their ears: for this operation, he alone would shed blood. No one else was allowed.

That rule was unyielding.

Frustrated but obedient, they surged forward to capture their enemies.

"Brother!" Xiaoxuan ran to Xiang Yu’s side, his eyes bloodshot and on the verge of tears.

Xiang Yu casually tossed his blood-streaked knife aside and smiled faintly. "I’m fine. It’s all someone else’s blood."

The calmer Xiang Yu appeared, the more Xiaoxuan’s heart clenched. Surrounding him were at least dozens of bodies—every single one had fallen by Xiang Yu’s hand.

He could only imagine the scene when Xiang Yu had fought.

"Lin Chong escaped," Xiang Yu remarked, glancing toward the direction Lin Chong had fled. His tone carried a hint of regret.

Still, after today’s battle, it wouldn’t be easy for Lin Chong to make a comeback in the underworld...