Ultimate Village Doctor

Chapter Six Hundred and Thirty-five The yellow-faced man was tossed down from the arena like a worn-out sack, falling to the ground without even twitching, motionless. He landed right in front of Liu Heng. Liu Heng stared intently and his eyes immediately became bloodshot as he bellowed, "Wen Guang!" By this time, everyone saw that the yellow-faced man's chest seemed to be smashed by a huge stone, caved in several inches. More terrible was that his head had taken an elbow strike, caving in around the nose, causing all of his facial features to disappear, only leaving a continuous seep of fresh blood visible. Many in the Hidden Sect were decisive in their killing. But such a ruthless strike was rare to see. No wonder the yellow-faced man didn't even scream in agony. He was probably dead before he even flew off the arena. "Senior Brother Wen." "Junior Brother Wen." The cries of shock from the Iron Palm Gang members rang out. Seeing their senior and junior brothers die so miserably aroused the strong indignation of everyone in the Iron Palm Gang. Many disciples rushed out, shouting, "Kill him, avenge Senior Brother (Junior Brother) Wen." "Oh, exciting, thrilling! This is how it should be, just exhilarating! There hadn't been a death match just now, and I wouldn't have expected this guy to be so quietly powerful. I like it." On the edge of the Unihorn Stone, suddenly an excited voice of a little girl arose, Yellow Spring Pursuing Moon's eyes gleamed as she looked at Wang Chao as if seeing a beloved toy. Just as she saw the Iron Palm Gang members surge forward, Yellow Spring Pursuing Moon shouted, "Stop, stop! You want to brawl? That's really lame! If you can't handle it, then don't play at all. When did a duel turn into a street fight? If everyone's going to fight like this, we might as well all attack at once – what's the point of having an arena?" The voice of Yellow Spring Pursuing Moon was sharp, like that of a little girl. Everyone heard it. Originally today was the Iron Palm Gang's home ground, everyone was giving the Iron Palm Gang some face. When Wang Chao had struck and killed a member of the Iron Palm Gang, and the gang was ready to join the fight, although they felt it inappropriate, they would not speak up for the outsider Wang Chao, pretending they didn't see. Once Yellow Spring Pursuing Moon had called out, the people of the Iron Palm Gang couldn't pretend they hadn't heard. "Who are you to meddle in the affairs of the Iron Palm Gang?" someone shouted loudly in question. "Madam Yellow Spring Pursuing Moon, from the Yellow Springs Palace, that's who! I am meddling in your affairs, so what?" Yellow Spring Pursuing Moon said haughtily. The faces of the Iron Palm Gang members immediately turned sour. Yellow Springs Palace was the most terrifying power in the southwest, having even assassinated grandmasters. And the Iron Palm Gang didn't even have a grandmaster to speak of, so how could they compare with Yellow Springs Palace? The person who had questioned earlier no longer dared make a sound. "All of you, get down. You're making a spectacle of yourselves," Liu Heng roared. He stepped forward a few paces, leapt into the air, and landed on the Unihorn Stone, staring intently at Wang Chao as if looking at a dead man. "You dare to kill my disciple Wen Guang, you'll pay with your blood." Wang Chao, seeing Liu Heng finally stepping up, had a glint in his eyes and chuckled coldly, "I just killed one of your disciples, and you are already so anxious. Yet you killed my entire family back then. Who exactly owes whom a blood debt?" "You little bastard, die!" Liu Heng couldn't bother to deny it any longer, as acknowledgment or denial made no difference now. Since they were both on the Unihorn Stone, only one could leave alive. Liu Heng bellowed fiercely, and his sleeves burst open in response. His abnormally muscular arms swelled even further, each limb taking on an iron-black color akin to metal, as he ferociously swung toward Wang Chao. Boom! Boom! Boom! With a single palm strike from Liu Heng, it was as though a giant boulder was rolling, creating a resounding rumble out of thin air that was terrifying to behold. Fighters like Liu Heng could shock the heavens with a mere gesture. Although Wang Chao had just overpoweringly slain Liu Heng's disciple, surprising everyone, no one believed that Wang Chao could survive this palm strike. Wang Chao's eyes narrowed, and with a great roar, his palms also turned iron-black. He raised his palm with all his might and clashed head-on with Liu Heng's palm strike, "Bang!" A tremendous noise erupted. Wang Chao's shirt burst open violently, his body continuously retreating until he reached the edge of the Single-Horned Stone Arena; one foot even stepped into thin air. However, the toes of his other foot curled inward, digging tenaciously into the stone, halting his retreat. He stood on one foot at the edge of the Single-Horned Stone Arena, a flush of red crossing his face. "He's not dead!" Everyone showed a look of astonishment. Wang Chao had actually survived a palm strike from Liu Heng, and although he appeared completely at a disadvantage, his clothing shredded and nearly falling out of the arena... But Wang Chao had indeed exchanged a direct palm with Liu Heng—who was he? The strongest Elder of the Iron Palm Gang, with the power of Xuan-level Late Stage, and it was clear that he had not held back at all in that strike. If Wang Chao could withstand a palm from him, only to retreat a few steps without spitting blood, wasn't it proof that Wang Chao's strength, even if less than Liu Heng's, wasn't overwhelmingly inferior? And how old was he? Wang Chao looked to be in his twenties, and yet he was able to exchange a palm with Xuan-level Late Stage Liu Heng and not die—the news alone would shock the Hidden Sects. Now everyone looked at Wang Chao differently. Many forces were secretly pondering where such a genius had sprung from; at such an age, to be able to withstand a palm from Liu Heng and not die, it seemed that not two or three in the entire younger generation of the Southwest Hidden Gates could accomplish this. Even Yellow Spring Pursuing Moon, who loved to watch the excitement, had eyes that shone incredibly bright. "Impressive! Sister Rakshasa, if this boy is nurtured, wouldn't he be just as good as Asura Brother?" Rakshasa, her face hidden behind a mask, showed no emotion, but her gaze betrayed a hint of surprise. She nodded slightly, "Judging by that palm alone, his talent is indeed no less than Asura's, but he's just a bit raw. It's a pity; he's been too reckless in entering the arena. With his strength, he's not yet a match for that Liu Heng, and I fear it will be difficult for him to survive today." "Wait, Sister Rakshasa, save him. It would be such a waste for him to die like this. Let's take him back to Yellow Springs Palace," suggested Yellow Spring Pursuing Moon. Rakshasa shook her head, "Miss, you're thinking too simplistically. How to save him? Although I'm not afraid of that Liu Heng, at most I could only draw even with him. With so many from the Iron Palm Gang around, and some even stronger than Liu Heng, I can't save him." "Are we, Yellow Springs Palace, afraid of the Iron Palm Gang?" Yellow Spring Pursuing Moon said disdainfully. "It's not about fear. Wang Chao doesn't belong to our Yellow Springs Palace, and I have no reason to demand him. Even though the Iron Palm Gang isn't as strong as our Yellow Springs Palace, they aren't just a plaything for us either. There are still rules among the Hidden Sects, and even our formidable Yellow Springs Palace can't just break the rules at will," Rakshasa explained. Yellow Spring Pursuing Moon looked frustrated, "It's so annoying. If only we could do whatever we want. Speaking of which, it's all your fault. Isn't he your subordinate? You actually let him go up there to court death." Yellow Spring Pursuing Moon turned and started complaining to Long Xiaoshan. Long Xiaoshan, without turning his head and watching the arena, said calmly, "How do you know he's courting death? It's only just begun. It's too early to conclude who will win or lose."