The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine-Chapter 591 - : Cannot Withstand a Single Blow

Chapter 591: Chapter 591: Cannot Withstand a Single Blow

On the arena, the wind was roaring and clouds soaring!

Ying Qingfeng, struck with a slap by Huang Xiaolong, incredibly pushed his realm to new heights under pressure and humiliation, unleashing a full 98 channels of True Qi, shining as bright as day.

Yet, at this critical moment, Huang Xiaolong also exploded with exactly 98 channels of True Qi.

They were now equal contenders.

The entire Ying family had descended into a state of utter madness.

“Our son-in-law is no slouch either! Unexpectedly, he’s no less inferior in True Qi cultivation than Qingfeng. If Qingfeng hadn’t made a breakthrough today, in terms of realms, he would be inferior to the son-in-law. Tsk, he was hiding so deep; our son-in-law is a master of hiding depths!” An elder cried out, overcome with emotion.

“No! You are all wrong. The son-in-law’s realm may even exceed this! Do you really think he only condensed exactly 98 channels of True Qi?” The Family Head’s eyes were brilliant. “What level of cultivation has he actually reached? How many channels of True Qi has he condensed in his body? It’s difficult to fathom! I can’t see through it!”

The line of Ying Xiao was now stuck in a whirlpool of shock and elation.

“The surprise from my son-in-law is too huge! Ying Xiao shook all over. “Aoshan, you… knew about this earlier, right? You’ve hidden it from your father so well! Why didn’t you and your husband be honest? It worried me!”

“Dad, I didn’t know either.” Ying Aoshan wore a look of indignation, her charming face filled with a blossoming smile, “Little Long has never revealed his cards… as far as my understanding of him goes, he should be far from reaching his limit…”

“Master, Young Master Huang is really treating today’s martial arts meeting as a game, even treating Ying Qingfeng…as a toy,” Uncle Yun seemed quite sure.

At this moment, the most anxious one was none other than the line of Ying Chong. Today’s clan meeting was initially their calculated plan, which was supposed to be under control, and win from a thousand miles away. But Huang Xiaolong, this evil creature, disrupted their entire plan!

And Ying Chong’s biggest reliance, Ying Qingfeng, might also face the biggest failure, setback in his life, and his undefeatable reputation would crack!

“Third brother… you’re really crafty… finding such a wolf in sheep’s clothing, revealing his fangs at the last moment, trying to cause my son to face Waterloo… third brother, you appear simple-minded, but never expected your schemes would be this deep!” Ying Chong clenched his teeth, glaring at Ying Xiao as if casting a curse.

On the arena.

Ying Qingfeng’s face, initially filled with joy and relief, suddenly froze, full of fear. His eyes were full of resentment and hatred, “You… you… you are so cunning! A villain! A plotter! So, marrying Ying Aoshan was a façade, and shocking everyone at our Ying family meeting was your real motive! You… you despicable creature!”

“You talk too much. Do you want to continue? If you’re scared, just admit defeat and get lost.” Huang Xiaolong said somewhat impatiently.

“Admit defeat? I, Ying Qingfeng, will never admit defeat! I am the foremost genius of the Ying family! Go to hell!” In Ying Qingfeng’s eyes burst a domineering radiance, packed with an unparalleled arrogance. He lunged at Huang Xiaolong with his longsword!

He seemed to be ready to stake it all.

The corner of Huang Xiaolong’s mouth curved into a contemptuous smile. In an instant, his aura changed. With a sword in his hand and a world of sword intent in his grasp, it was as if he had undergone a complete transformation, becoming an unparalleled swordsman, standing proudly atop the summit, looking down on all beneath, solitary and indifferent, looking out for a worthy opponent.

This change sent a shiver down the spine of countless sword-practicing clansmen in the Ying family.

Suddenly, Ying Qingfeng stamped his right foot on the ground. After a long preparation, his ferocious sword intent which he was putting all his stakes on exploded out, like a raptor lunging at Huang Xiaolong, the longsword in his hand stabbing mercilessly towards Huang Xiaolong. The power of his 98 channels of True Qi converged into one blade, aimed to make Huang Xiaolong pay bitterly!

Empowered by perfect fusion of sword forms, sword moves, and body techniques.

Huang Xiaolong stood his ground and retaliated. With a wave of his sword, not only did he break Ying Qingfeng’s sophisticated sword moves, but it also pushed him to retreat several steps.

“You can’t possibly break my swordsmanship every single time! I refuse to believe that you’re always this lucky!” Ying Qingfeng exclaims as he circles around Huang Xiaolong, seemingly seeking his weaknesses, and continues to fiercely attack him with his sword.

Each strike is powerful and heavy, carrying the sound of thunder.

Despite the onslaught, Huang Xiaolong remains steadfast. His sword movements are effortlessly accurate, forcing Qingfeng back swith every strike.

Qingfeng’s charge is defiant, akin to a raging army stirring dust on the arena, while Xiaolong meets each of his attacks with a casual stroke of his blade.

The contrast between stillness and motion captures the attention of the onlookers. They watch wide-eyed, afraid to blink and miss a single second.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sounds of their swords clashing echo like an artillery barrage.

As time passes, Qingfeng’s attacks increase both in speed and intensity, becoming a mere blur. Honest to God, no one can determine how many swings he has made at Xiaolong who stands calmly at his spot, rebuffing Qingfeng’s attacks with ease.

Finally!

“Huff… huff… huff…” Ying Qingfeng halts his relentless assault, standing ten paces away from Huang Xiaolong, panting heavily.

His face is pale, his hands trembling around the hilt of his sword.

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“Had enough?” Huang Xiaolong asks coolly as he gazes at Qingfeng.

“You…puke!” Suddenly, Ying Qingfeng violently coughs up a mouthful of blood, his eyes fading, and he collapses to his knees in front of Huang Xiaolong!

He kneels!

The pride of the Ying Family and a prodigy of his generation, now kneeling to Huang Xiaolong!

The crowd gasps in disbelief!

In the next instant, Qingfeng falls sideways to the ground, his body convulses for a moment. He tries to get back up, but even the most effortless of moves seem as difficult as climbing a mountain.

Ying Qingfeng has depleted all his True Qi, he’s completely exhausted.

His furious onslaught on Huang Xiaolong had put his entire being on line. Any ordinary person would have died instantly under such strain, it was a miracle he was even alive.

“Hahaha… is this the power of the prodigies of the ten ancient martial families? Too weak.” Huang Xiaolong laughs in disappointment.

His words felt like a slap to everyone’s face, a ruthless insult on their pride and honor.

Bian Muyan from the Bian Family stares at Huang Xiaolong, shock and resentment raging in his eyes as he whispers with gritted teeth, “It would have been enough to just insult Qingfeng, but to insult all the children of the noble families… You’ll pay for this… ”

“This… this fight… victory for Huang Xiaolong,” a nearby elder proclaims with a bitter heart, “Our Ying family’s pride, is embarrassingly underwhelming… Ahh…””