The Sickly Regent Prince Who Was Abandoned as a Substitute Bride

Chapter 493

Inside the tent, the man in black had reached the wooden table and was reaching for the medical book. Seeing this, Jing Chu shouted, "Don't even think about it!" At the same time, his longsword shot out like a dragon emerging from the sea, aiming straight for the man in black's back. The man in black reacted swiftly, dodging Jing Chu's attack with a sidestep. Immediately afterward, he turned and engaged Jing Chu in a fierce duel within the tent. The cramped space of the tent restricted their movements, but this did not diminish the intensity of their battle. The man in black's attacks were fierce, each strike accompanied by a whistling sound, attempting to defeat Jing Chu in the shortest possible time; Jing Chu, on the other hand, maintained a tight defense, skillfully deflecting each of the man in black's attacks with his superb swordsmanship while simultaneously seeking opportunities to counterattack.

Outside the camp, the guards were also engaged in a fierce battle. Although the number of men in black was small, each one was exceptionally skilled, and the guards were gradually becoming overwhelmed, with wounds appearing on their bodies one after another. The rain constantly washed over their wounds, bringing excruciating pain, but the guards gritted their teeth and persevered, not one of them retreating.

This sudden battle for the medical book made Jing Chu realize that the secrets behind it were far more complex and dangerous than he had imagined. What earth-shattering secrets did this seemingly ordinary medical book hold? Why would these mysterious people go to such lengths to seize it? These questions weighed heavily on Jing Chu's mind like a boulder, causing him unprecedented pressure. But he also knew that whatever awaited him, he had to protect the medical book and uncover the truth behind it, because it concerned not only his mission but also the fate of countless people.

The night was as dark as ink, so thick it seemed impossible to dissolve. Inside the tent, the candlelight flickered, the tiny flames struggling and leaping in the howling night wind, casting the shadows of Jing Chu and the man in black long and short. The two were locked in a tense standoff, swords drawn, for quite some time. The air was thick with a suffocating tension, like a taut string about to snap at any moment.

Just at this crucial moment of tension and stalemate, a slight yet unusually clear creak came from a corner of the tent. The sound was particularly jarring in the eerily quiet atmosphere. Jing Chu was startled and instinctively turned her head to look in the direction of the sound. This brief moment of distraction was keenly noticed by the man in black. A barely perceptible ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. Seizing this critical opportunity, he roared and leaped high into the air like a cheetah poised to pounce, his foot whistling through the air as he kicked fiercely at the longsword tightly gripped in Jing Chu's hand.

With a deafening clang, the sound of metal clashing echoed through the tent. Jing Chu felt an overwhelming force surge through his arm, instantly splitting his hand and drawing blood. His longsword flew out of his grasp and clattered to the ground. A chill ran down Jing Chu's spine, his face filled with regret and resentment. At that moment, taking advantage of Jing Chu's momentary disarray, the man in black pounced on the table where the medical books were kept, like a hungry wolf.

At this critical moment, with a loud crash, the tent was violently ripped open from the outside by a powerful force. A gust of wind, carrying sand and dust, rushed in, causing the candlelight to flicker violently, nearly extinguishing it. A figure rushed in like lightning, so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly. When the figure came to a stop, Jing Chu looked closely and was both surprised and delighted. It was the army's medic. The medic's face was cold and stern, and he gripped a gleaming dagger tightly in his hand, thrusting it straight at the black-clad man's throat without hesitation. The dagger gleamed coldly in the dim light, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.