Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor-Chapter 991: Lend Me The Iron Rod!

Fang Bai and Tu Hu fought their duel without resorting to any underhanded tactics, in a straightforward and honorable fashion. Losing was losing, and winning was winning; they would not feel regretful or bear grudges against each other.

Senior Sister Huang described their battle as a gentleman’s duel.

The four team members standing behind Tu Hu had initially looked down on Fang Bai, thinking that Fang Bai battling Tu Hu was simply masochistic. They even mocked and belittled Fang Bai in various ways.

However, when Fang Bai released an aura comparable to Tu Hu’s, the four of them were immediately silenced, filled with unease, and feared that they had offended Fang Bai.

It was predictable that after this trial was over, Fang Bai, just like Tu Hu, would become a core disciple of Bitao Martial Academy.

The four behind Tu Hu were Inner Court disciples, and both in terms of strength and status, a core disciple was much higher, not something they could compare with.

Thus, if Fang Bai wanted to deal with the four of them in the future, he would surely be able to make them regret it.

Right now, they could only hope that Tu Hu would defeat Fang Bai in the current duel, dampen Fang Bai’s sharpness, and instill some fear in him—fear of Tu Hu’s face—so that he wouldn’t dare to easily find trouble with them.

"Junior Brother Fang, where is your weapon?"

Faced with Fang Bai, who was difficult to see through, Tu Hu did not dare to be the slightest bit presumptuous. He slowly drew his long saber that he carried with him, the tip pointing obliquely at the ground, and asked in a solemn voice.

"A weapon, you say... Ah, I was in such a hurry when I came that I forgot to bring it!"

Fang Bai came up with an excuse casually and spread his hands as he spoke.

In Fang Bai’s Spatial Ring, there were several Spiritual Artifacts, including the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade, but since he had come to the True Martial Realm, he had never encountered an opponent worth using the Spiritual Artifacts on, so they had all just been lying in the Spatial Ring.

It was only occasionally, when he was in a secluded place with no one around, that Fang Bai would take out the Spiritual Artifacts to practice a bit and prevent himself from getting rusty.

For an opponent like Tu Hu, who wasn’t on the same level at all, Fang Bai didn’t bother to use the Spiritual Artifacts, hence he gave a random excuse.

"Forgot to bring it?"

Tu Hu’s face darkened.

A Martial Artist’s weapon could be held in hand, hung at the waist, tied on the back, or hidden inside clothing.

Weapons hidden inside the clothing were mostly flexible weapons, and were generally wound tightly around the waist.

Tu Hu hadn’t seen Fang Bai’s weapon and had thought he was carrying a flexible weapon, but he hadn’t expected the guy to have not brought one at all.

You see, a suitable weapon could enhance a Martial Artist’s battle power, and in times of life and death, it equated to a few more chances of survival.

Therefore, the first thing Bitao Martial Academy disciples did before going on an expedition was to carry their weapons.

Someone like Fang Bai, who dared to venture into the mountains having forgotten their weapon, was indeed an oddity.

"Shall I borrow a weapon to use?"

While saying this, Fang Bai turned his head to look at Huang Miao and others, eventually settling his gaze on the iron club in Liu Liehu’s hands.

"Liehu, lend me your iron club for a moment!"

Fang Bai gestured with his hand, signaling Liu Liehu to throw the iron club over.

Fang Bai knew that Martial Artists like Tu Hu had a sense of pride in their hearts. He had proposed using weapons for the duel, and if Fang Bai were unarmed, it would be taken as an insult.

Disdaining to use his own Spiritual Artifact and wanting to show respect for his opponent, Tu Hu, Fang Bai thought of borrowing Liu Liehu’s iron club temporarily.

"Actually... my weapon is an iron club as well, much like Liehu’s!"

Fang Bai smiled as he spoke to Tu Hu.

The reason why Fang Bai explained it this way to Tu Hu was to tell him: Although I borrowed this iron staff, it will not affect my combat strength. Our duel is fair.

Despite this, Tu Hu’s brows still furrowed slightly, feeling somewhat displeased.

In Tu Hu’s view, since he had chosen to use a long blade, he was prepared to fight Fang Bai with all his strength.

However, the fact that Fang Bai had borrowed someone else’s weapon for the battle made Tu Hu feel underestimated, thinking that even if he defeated Fang Bai, the victory would be somewhat honorless.

But upon further thought, Tu Hu let it go.

How could a young yet so powerful martial artist like Fang Bai not possess a bit of pride and arrogance?

If it were himself, he probably would have been even more excessive than Fang Bai, right?

Perhaps Fang Bai believed that with a weapon he’d casually borrowed, he could still defeat an opponent like him?

With these thoughts in mind, a wry smile involuntarily crossed Tu Hu’s lips.

"You’re not using your own weapon, so your combat strength will inevitably be affected. I don’t want to take advantage of you... How about this, if I can’t beat you within fifty moves, I’ll admit defeat!"

Tu Hu declared loudly, his tone exuding a certain arrogance, feeling that only in this way would it be a truly fair duel.

Fang Bai didn’t beat around the bush either and signaled, "Good, let’s decide the winner in fifty moves!"

"Everyone, step back!"

Tu Hu turned around and shouted at the four members of his team.

"Senior Sister Huang, you guys step back a bit too!"

Fang Bai looked back at Huang Miao and the other four, instructing them.

Tu Hu had defeated Zhou Tong, ranked eighth on the core disciples’ combat power list, demonstrating strength beyond ordinary core disciples; Fang Bai, too, had released a martial artist aura not weaker than Tu Hu’s.

Thus, the showdown between Tu Hu and Fang Bai was tantamount to a clash between two great core disciples. Once they started fighting, the destructive power would be considerable.

Both members of Tu Hu’s team and Huang Miao’s team were well aware of this, so upon hearing the shouts of Tu Hu and Fang Bai, they all drew back, leaving a large open space in the middle.

"Junior Brother Fang, make your move!"

Tu Hu’s eyes glinted sharply, his voice thunderous as he shouted. True Yuan flowed around his body, his thick black hair flew about, and his blood-stained clothes fluttered fiercely.

He had entered a peak battle state, with the blade pointing diagonally to the ground, ready to strike at any moment. The martial artist aura transformed into an intangible pressure, rapidly bearing down towards Fang Bai.

Wherever the pressure reached, all the flowers and grass tightly clung to the ground.

Although Huang Miao and the others were several meters away from Fang Bai, they too felt the invisible pressure from Tu Hu. The pressure made their breathing difficult, their blood and energy stirred chaotically, and they had to circulate their own True Yuan to counter it, which made them feel a bit better.

"Core disciples, truly formidable!"

The fact that Huang Miao and the others, standing outside the duel area, felt such immense pressure was telling of what sort of pressure Fang Bai must be facing off directly against Tu Hu.

Of course, if Fang Bai couldn’t even withstand Tu Hu’s pressure, there would be no point in continuing their duel.

At first, Huang Miao and the others were somewhat worried, but after seeing Fang Bai’s figure, still standing straight and tall, they relaxed.

If Tu Hu’s pressure was like waves continuously crashing over, then Fang Bai was like a small island in the sea, unmovable no matter how the waves lashed at it.