Urban Super Medical Sage-Chapter 682 - 676: What You Said Before (1 update)

As long as he could get Su Chen to agree to a life-and-death battle, Jian Yi didn’t care whether he could use his full strength because he had absolute confidence that even if he only brought out a part of his strength, it would be enough to slay Su Chen!

He had seen with his own eyes the moment Su Chen had grievously injured Xuu Guan instantly before; Su Chen was using a Soul Technique, he was one hundred percent sure.

Soul Techniques are terrifying and strange, but Jian Yi was not afraid of Soul Techniques because his Spirit Space was unimaginably solid, suppressed by no less than three Soul Stones.

And once Su Chen’s Soul Technique proved ineffective, well, Su Chen’s Mysterious Cultivation Realm was just at the Fate Realm Sixth Level, laughably weak. Jian Yi believed he could easily kill Su Chen instantly.

"Are you sure you won’t use a sword?" Su Chen finally spoke, with a smile.

With these words, Su Chen seemed to have lost ground. The martial cultivators who had some expectations of Su Chen couldn’t help but shake their heads.

Showing fear before the fight was a sure sign of defeat.

On the main stage, seated in the main chair, the Xuanfeng Emperor huffed softly in disapproval. Su Chen’s performance, even before the battle, had already disappointed him.

"Emperor, let’s not be hasty," Consort Yun advised.

"A martial cultivator should never show fear!" The Xuanfeng Emperor said indifferently, his gaze falling on Su Chen; no matter how he looked at him, he was displeased.

In the same second, Jian Yi nodded, with an added touch of scorn, "I can let you take three moves and still not use a sword."

"Fine," Su Chen grunted, his mind moving as he grasped the Heavy Divine Sword in his hand, "You don’t use a sword, I use a sword!"

If Su Chen could win the life-and-death battle in the simplest way, he would definitely not deliberately choose a more difficult approach, not even a slightly harder one.

Caring only about the outcome, isn’t that enough?

"Can we begin?" Jian Yi looked deeply at the Heavy Divine Sword in Su Chen’s hand and raised his eyebrows.

Although Su Chen’s Heavy Sword gave him some inexplicable feelings, he was certain that the sword had no Quality Rank.

He didn’t know what Su Chen was planning, but he had absolute confidence and was becoming somewhat impatient at the bottom of his heart.

"We can," Su Chen said with a chilling playfulness, "A life-and-death battle, right?"

"Right! If you don’t die, then I shall perish!" Jian Yi’s words were punctuated, the tone sharp as a sword edge.

Then.

"Boom!!!"

Su Chen didn’t waste words and immediately drew his sword.

Because Jian Yi was a superstrong Sixth Level of Creation Realm cultivator, Su Chen didn’t overestimate himself and used the Heavy Divine Sword with the Power of Three Hundred Thousand Dragons. Moreover, in the instant he drew his sword, he used the Three Powers Transformation, Divine Power Compression, and Heavenly Fury Arm, all at once.

Thus, the Heavy Divine Sword, powered by the Power of Five Hundred Thousand Dragons, suddenly rippled.

Fast!

The Heavy Divine Sword was incredibly fast.

Heavy!

The Heavy Divine Sword was terrifyingly heavy as if it could crush the entire plane.

As soon as Su Chen drew his sword, the Heavy Divine Sword was already before Jian Yi.

And in that instant, Jian Yi’s heart felt as if it had been stuffed into a blender, almost torn to pieces.

The Heavy Divine Sword radiated overwhelming killing intent and the scent of death, concentrated together and enveloping him, almost solidifying and freezing him.

Jian Yi was certain he had never felt such horrific, Trembling Terror of killing intent and the scent of death before, a despair stemming from the deepest part of his soul.

In his eyes, there was only the Heavy Sword coming towards him.

And he... couldn’t dodge.

Block? Defend? Other than paleness and emptiness, Jian Yi’s mind was left only with the consciousness to block, to defend; otherwise, he would undoubtedly die and disintegrate into ashes.

Forget about giving Su Chen three moves, not using a sword, and the rest of the promises made before—they were all forgotten.

"Swoosh!!!"

In the life-and-death moment, Jian Yi was left only with a heart desperate to survive, he ran his Mysterious Qi to almost three hundred percent, driving all his Mysterious Qi crazily into the longsword in his hand. He executed the most powerful and familiar sword technique he’d practiced, accompanied by sword chants, the Sword Light surged in a continuous stream, unrelentingly thrusting towards Su Chen’s Heavy Divine Sword.

In the grand hall, everyone was completely dumbfounded. What was happening? Wasn’t Jian Yi supposed to let Su Chen make three moves without drawing his sword? Why did he go back on his word like this?

Moreover, the terror, shock, and trembling dread written plainly on Jian Yi’s face were unmistakable for all to see.

Could it be...

Some in the crowd had already begun to gasp and speculate.

The Xuanfeng Emperor’s gaze flickered, and his breathing grew heavy.

Consort Yun’s bright eyes shone with surprise and satisfaction.

In the flash of lightning and spark of fire.

"Sizzling!"

That tearing sound instantly rippled forth, and before everyone’s eyes, Su Chen’s Heavy Divine Sword connected with one Sword Light after another sent out by Jian Yi.

The result was that Jian Yi’s Sword Light rapidly disappeared, obliterated.

Even more unbelievable, if one had excellent vision, was that Jian Yi’s Sword Light actually started to obliterate half an inch away from Su Chen’s Heavy Divine Sword—the extreme limit of distance.

The visual impact was indescribable. Amidst the drifting fireworks and dazzling colors, Jian Yi’s self-proclaimed invincible Sword Light and his Unity of Man and Sword simply seemed as if they were made of paper!

All the onlookers had the illusion that Jian Yi didn’t know anything about the sword, that perhaps Jian Yi’s Sword Light could not even cut through a block of tofu.

The reason for this illusion was the contrast; in the overwhelming presence of the Heavy Divine Sword, such an illusion was hardly surprising.

"No! No!! NO!!!" Jian Yi’s eyes looked like they were about to explode, crazily bloodshot.

He didn’t believe it; he couldn’t accept it. His sword, which encapsulated all his hopes, earned endless applause, and dominated the youth of the Yi State Domain—how could it become a mere toy sword upon clashing with Su Chen’s Heavy Sword?

Was this a dream? No! It wasn’t a dream. The scent of death and danger emanating from the Heavy Divine Sword was so intense it filled his entire being to the point where he could no longer breathe.

He was indeed inferior to Su Chen, and far, far more so.

And in the midst of Jian Yi’s unwilling roar, the Heavy Divine Sword had already torn apart and obliterated all the Sword Light, and its unsharpened Sword Edge showed no mercy. With a quaint, massive, and peerless suppression, the sword descended with an extremely resolute and cold finality.

Clang!

The sword struck Jian Yi’s shoulder.

As it came down, the scene that one might imagine where Jian Yi’s body was split in two did not happen. Instead, from the shoulder down, Jian Yi’s whole body rapidly vaporized, his blood, bones, meridians, organs, and blood all instantly turned into a stream of blood-colored Qi.

The blood-colored Qi sprayed out, staining the air red.

Within those sprays of blood-colored Qi, there was a spirit—a Divine Soul—it was Jian Yi’s.

"Spare me, I..." Jian Yi’s pleading screams filled the air.

But before his cry could finish, Su Chen’s eyes flashed, and the Soul Sword burst through the air. With a slash, Jian Yi’s Divine Soul was instantly reduced to nothing.

Death!

Jian Yi perished, reduced to ashes and smoke!

"Spare you? Didn’t you say it yourself that in a life-and-death duel, only one can live, right?" Su Chen murmured, his mood unswayed.

He wasn’t bloodthirsty, but neither was he a paragon of kindness. Since a life-and-death duel was agreed upon, one should face the consequences, right?

If I, Su Chen, had lost in this duel, would you, Jian Yi, have spared me?