Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor-Chapter 992: Suppression

At this moment, Tu Hu resembled a ferocious tiger baring its sharp claws and fangs, poised to pounce, ready to select a victim to devour.

But Fang Bai, faced with this fierce tiger, remained calm and collected. With one hand on the iron rod thrown by Liu Liehu, he walked leisurely around Tu Hu, apparently looking for the best opportunity to strike.

In the eyes of Huang Miao and the others, there seemed to be no flaw in Tu Hu’s entire presence. It would not be easy for Fang Bai to launch an attack and thereby gain the upper hand.

However, in Fang Bai’s eyes, Tu Hu was full of vulnerabilities. If Fang Bai wished, he could take Tu Hu down with a single strike.

Of course, Fang Bai had no grudge against Tu Hu and naturally wouldn’t put him in a life-or-death situation.

Additionally, Fang Bai didn’t want to draw too much attention. If he were to win the duel against Tu Hu with a single strike, such an outcome would certainly make him famous at Bitao Martial Academy, but he would lose the peaceful, low-profile life and the unbounded freedom. Soon enough, disciples would come knocking on his door in an endless stream, seeking mentorship, making it difficult for him to have any personal space of his own.

Since Tu Hu had proposed to determine the victor within fifty moves, Fang Bai planned to fight him for fifty moves and to narrowly "win" in the final moments.

"Senior Brother Tu, watch out!"

After circling around Tu Hu a few times, Fang Bai suddenly shouted. His iron rod swung out, Sweeping Past Tu Hu’s waist.

With that swing, Fang Bai’s rod carried a robust surge of True Essence Force, immense in strength and ferocious in power. With thousands of pounds of force crashing down, even Tu Hu did not dare to directly confront its edge and dodged away.

But by dodging, he lost the initiative and was thrown into disarray by a series of violent attacks from Fang Bai, teetering on the brink of danger.

Fang Bai’s iron rod, about two meters long, stirred up a small Storm in its wake, encompassing both himself and Tu Hu within a three-meter radius.

Flowers and grass on the ground were uprooted by the fierce and sharp gusts, swept into the air, flying chaotically everywhere.

Although Huang Miao and others were already quite distant from Fang Bai and Tu Hu, they could still feel the gusts of wind on their faces, causing a tingling sensation on their skin.

"Who would have thought that Junior Brother Fang was so powerful! He is truly a crouching tiger, hidden dragon! I underestimated him before."

Huang Miao, watching Fang Bai move like a ghost and attack like a storm, couldn’t help but mutter to himself, with shock written all over his face.

"After this experience, Junior Brother Fang will be able to join the ranks of the core disciples. Previously, Senior Brother Tu defeated Zhou Tong, the core disciple who was ranked eighth in combat power. If Junior Brother Fang can defeat Senior Brother Tu, then his ranking among the core disciples will be even higher!"

Hou Ziping’s eyes shone with excitement as he spoke.

He knew Fang Bai from earlier days and had a close relationship with him. The higher Fang Bai’s achievements in Martial Dao, the stronger the backing he would have, and nobody in Bitao Martial Academy would dare to bully him.

"Brother Fang is sure to win this duel!"

Liu Liehu watched the ongoing fierce battle between the two, exclaiming with exhilaration. freёnovelkiss-com

At this point, Fang Bai and Tu Hu were clashing continuously in midair, with iron rod and long sword colliding, producing crisp metallic clangs and sending sparks flying. In the blink of an eye, they had already exchanged more than a dozen moves.

From the moment the two began clashing, Fang Bai had always been the aggressor. His assaults were like relentless waves, each one stronger and faster than the last.

In contrast, Tu Hu fell into a passive defense right from the start. Although he tried several times to reverse the situation, all attempts ended in failure, suppressed by Fang Bai’s rapid and forceful onslaught, so much so that it frustrated him to the point of wanting to spit blood.

Their movements were faster than lightning; even a strong martial artist like Huang Miao could no longer distinguish which was Fang Bai and which was Tu Hu with her naked eyes.

Liu Qingqing, who possessed an Innate Spiritual Root and had cultivated the Martial Arts Techniques imparted by Fang Bai, sensed a resonance with him. Although she could not see Fang Bai’s silhouette clearly, she could sense that Fang Bai’s aura was becoming stronger and steadily surpassing Tu Hu, with joy already apparent at the corner of her eyes and brows.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

...

With every block of Fang Bai’s iron staff, Tu Hu’s long knife would emit a mighty roar, as if to vent the pent-up emotions in his chest.

His roars were laced with the force of True Essence, thundering like an explosion, causing Huang Miao and others watching from a distance to feel their eardrums tremble and their blood surge, forcing them to circulate their own True Essence in order to neutralize the impact of the sound waves.

In past engagements with opponents, whether Tu Hu won or lost, the fight would always be extremely satisfying. However, this duel with Fang Bai left him feeling incredibly stifled.

That’s because Fang Bai’s combat strength seemed to be slightly stronger than Tu Hu’s, constantly suppressing him, but with Tu Hu exerting all his strength in defense, defeating him quickly was not an easy task.

Likewise, the prospect of Tu Hu counterattacking to overcome and win against Fang Bai seemed slim.

Thus, the duel between them had turned into a prolonged struggle.

Tu Hu had declared that if he could not defeat Fang Bai within fifty moves, he would accept defeat, and the carcasses of the Antlered Silver Lions would belong to Huang Miao’s team.

Normally, winning or losing a duel between Martial Artists was a common occurrence, but what troubled Tu Hu was that losing to a direct disciple of the Martial Academy would still be honorable—a defeat worth boasting about.

But losing to Fang Bai, a disciple from the Inner Court, would likely damage the reputation he had built after defeating the Martial Academy’s core disciple Zhou Tong.

"Senior Brother Tu, it’s been over forty moves already!"

While Tu Hu was gritting his teeth and countering Fang Bai’s offense, suddenly a member of his team loudly reminded him.

"Forty moves already?"

Tu Hu was alarmed, realizing that according to the fifty-move agreement he had with Fang Bai, there were only ten moves left. Within these ten moves, if he couldn’t break free from the passive situation and counterattack Fang Bai, he would have to leave with his team members in dejection.

"I cannot lose this duel! No matter what, I must gamble everything!"

A sharp gleam crossed Tu Hu’s eyes, and his expression revealed a resolute and decisive demeanor.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood suddenly sprayed from Tu Hu’s mouth, then disappeared into the storm that was whirling up around the continuing clash of their duel.

"This Tu Hu, to win against me, is actually willing to suffer lasting damage to stimulate his body’s potential. He’s really going all out!"

Fang Bai frowned seeing Tu Hu spitting out blood.

But neither party in this duel wanted to lose—the stakes were too high.

Although Fang Bai did not look back, he knew that Huang Miao and the others behind him were surely watching, and they also had high hopes for him.

The outcome of this duel was tied to the ownership of the Antlered Silver Lions, and obtaining their antlers would mean exchanging them for a substantial amount of cultivation resources.

Just as Tu Hu and his team were exceedingly eager for the antlers of the Antlered Silver Lions, so were Huang Miao and her companions.