Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor-Chapter 963: Backing Down

Zhou Tong’s sword moved horizontally in his hand, blocking the fierce slash of Tu Hu’s descending blade.

Clang—

The collision of the sword and the blade produced a sharp, ear-piercing metallic clang, sparks flying everywhere, the light dazzling.

The True Yuan from both Tu Hu and Zhou Tong’s bodies burst outward during their sword and blade collision, meeting in the space in front of them and exploding with a dull "boom".

Immediately after, the shockwave transformed by the True Yuan dispersed in all directions. Several nearby Bitao Martial Academy disciples were affected, knocked to the ground by the force of the shockwave. Although they were not injured, they were in a sorry state, their faces pale from fright.

Although Zhou Tong had blocked Tu Hu’s descending blade with his sword, the True Essence Force emanating from Tu Hu’s blade made his body tremble as if electrified and the ground beneath his feet, impacted by the force of the True Essence, cracked in all directions like a spider web.

Zhou Tong felt a tightness in his chest, his internal energy churning tumultuously. If he hadn’t suppressed it in time, blood would have already sprayed from his mouth.

With Tu Hu’s first stroke being so puissant and domineering, could he withstand the upcoming attacks?

Zhou Tong took advantage of the momentum to retreat several yards, confronting Tu Hu across several large rocks, his expression grave and serious.

"Junior Brother Tu, there’s just a misunderstanding between us. How about we stop here? Look around, many martial artist teams have already gathered. If we both end up injured, wouldn’t that give them a chance to benefit?"

Unexpectedly, Zhou Tong suddenly conceded to Tu Hu.

Zhou Tong’s concession was out of necessity.

Tu Hu’s previous stroke had already demonstrated powerful combat strength, and Zhou Tong knew that if the fight continued, defeat was inevitable.

Rather than suffering a potentially severe and humiliating defeat, it was better to broker peace while the outcome was still undecided.

Though such an act of yielding was nothing short of humiliating for Zhou Tong, a core disciple, it still beat being severely injured by Tu Hu, which could even result in death in this deep mountainous area.

As long as he could save his life, there would be opportunities in the future to seek revenge.

Zhou Tong was certain that Tu Hu would agree to make peace.

Although Tu Hu was slightly stronger, as both were high-rank Heaven Level masters, a full-on duel would likely result in a pyrrhic victory even if Tu Hu emerged as the winner.

Zhou Tong was betting that Tu Hu would not want a bitter victory to settle their dispute.

Onlookers from several teams in the distance, seeing Zhou Tong conceding to Tu Hu, looked at Tu Hu with even more complex expressions.

They all knew that after this battle, Tu Hu’s name would be renowned throughout the entire Bitao Martial Academy.

Some Bitao Martial Academy disciples who enjoyed a good show felt disappointed. They thought that with Zhou Tong initiating a concession to stop fighting, Tu Hu surely wouldn’t want both sides to suffer losses and would likely agree to cease combat, thus depriving them of their entertainment.

Huang Miao and others shifted their gazes to Tu Hu, waiting for him to make his decision.

In fact, although Huang Miao and the others sided with Tu Hu, deep down, they didn’t really want to come into conflict with Zhou Tong and his group.

If both sides could really stop fighting and shake hands, that would be best.

Fang Bai stood with arms folded, smiling as he watched Tu Hu.

Everyone else guessed that Tu Hu might end the fight with Zhou Tong, but only he knew that it was absolutely impossible.

Because he sensed that after Zhou Tong showed weakness, Tu Hu’s Martial Artist Aura did not weaken but instead increased somewhat, which was definitely not a friendly response.

As expected, Zhou Tong’s display of weakness did not lead to Tu Hu ceasing to fight. Tu Hu snorted coldly, his broadsword slanting as he launched another stronger attack at Zhou Tong.

"Tu Hu, have you lost your mind!"

Zhou Tong swung his sword to block Tu Hu’s broadsword and staggered back several meters, shouting angrily.

"Senior Brother Zhou, if I were still the Tu Hu who was only at the middle stage of the Heaven Level, would you have let me go?"

Tu Hu’s broadsword flashed like lightning as he continuously attacked. Light flickered and blades surged Crossly. Without waiting for Zhou Tong to respond, he sneered and said, "You wouldn’t! You would first severely injure me and then steal the Cultivation Resources our team worked so hard to gather before you would leave arrogantly!"

"But now, when you realize that my strength is greater than yours, you are scared, regretful, worried about being severely injured by me, and then dying in these remote mountains. So you took the initiative to soften up and want to stop the fight... You must have thought I would readily agree, right?"

"You’re wrong! I won’t agree! Two years ago, I was defeated by Senior Brother Liu, the weakest among the Core Disciples, and the humiliation I suffered was deep. Since then, I’ve been tirelessly cultivating, awaiting the day when I can avenge that disgrace! My original plan was to challenge Senior Brother Liu after this training session, but now you’ve come to me out of nowhere..."

"Initially, I didn’t want to clash with you, but you were aggressive and wanting to snatch our Cultivation Resources. For me as the team leader, what face would I have left if our Cultivation Resources were taken by you?"

"You are a Core Disciple, and ranked eighth on the Core Disciples’ Strength Ranking, which is your pride and also a reason for you to look down on and bully us from the Inner Court. Since we from the Inner Court are weaker, we can only endure your oppression in silence."

"But you forgot, you also rose from being an Inner Court disciple to where you are now. If it’s possible for you to rise to a Core Disciple, why can’t anyone else? Now let me, an Inner Court disciple, challenge you, a Core Disciple!"

"My original challenge was to face Senior Brother Liu, the weakest on your Core Disciples’ Strength Ranking, who once defeated and heavily injured me. But today, you bullied us, so let me defeat you first!"

Tu Hu’s broadsword swung continuously, each strike fiercer and quicker than the last, his voice growing increasingly louder, erupting in almost a roar by the end.

"Thinking you can defeat me? Dream on! I’m not Liu Xiong, Junior Brother Liu! I’m much stronger than Junior Brother Liu!"

Zhou Tong’s eyes turned blood red as he screamed at the top of his lungs, exerting all his strength to desperately block Tu Hu’s increasingly quick and fierce broadsword assaults.

His hair was disheveled, his clothes were slashed by the sword wind, there were several long cuts on his body, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

At this point, it was clear to everyone that Tu Hu was becoming more vigorous as the battle went on, gaining the upper hand, while Zhou Tong was internally and externally wounded, pushed to his limits, and could be knocked down at any moment.

"I admit, you are stronger than Junior Brother Liu, but at least Junior Brother Liu had an unyielding proud spirit. If it were Junior Brother Liu just now, he wouldn’t have softened even knowing my strength was greater than his! But you, you’re nothing but a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong!"

He roared loudly, his broadsword swinging fiercely, the blade carrying a bright flash of light and a powerful True Yuan, harshly chopping down on Zhou Tong’s broadsword.