X-ray Eyes Little Wild Doctor-Chapter 223 - 218: Two Tigers Compete

"What are you laughing at?" Ye Tian furrowed his brows, his gaze even colder.

"So the King of the Night can feel fear after all, so you do fear," the King of Hell tightly gripped his hands, sneering humbly, "Beg me, beg and I’ll tell you, how about that? Kneel down and beg me!"

"Looking for death! Fuck!" Ye Tian was instantly enraged.

To think he was still in the mood to mock him under these circumstances, such a person truly deserved to be killed.

A cold light flashed in Ye Tian’s hand, and as his blade fell, the King of Hell was suddenly missing an ear, which fell off his body into the icy river water, accompanied by droplets of blood.

"Ah! If you’ve got the guts, kill me then, kill me! You’ll never know the secret of the Crystal Ball!" the King of Hell cried out in pain, cursing through his agony, "King of the Night, you forced this!!!"

As he spoke, his tightly clenched hands suddenly exerted force, and with a crack, his little finger was crushed by his own doing.

Simultaneously, the Crystal Ball in Ye Tian’s hand suddenly shattered into pieces, turning to dust. Red blood and fragments scattered across the Wu River, drifting with the waves, and even if you were immensely skilled, you could never restore it.

Ye Tian felt a jolt in his body, the Crystal Ball hidden within him suddenly exploded, unleashing a torrential surge of mysterious energy, wildly traveling through his meridians, destroying everything in its path!

Phew! Ye Tian spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face as pale as paper.

Seeing this scene, the disheveled King of Hell flashed a thick sneer on his face: "King of the Night, so you too have such days, hahaha!"

The bright moon hung high, and Ye Tian half-knelt in the mud, vomiting blood, his eyes filled with shock and complexity.

"What in the world is happening?" Ye Tian’s face was ashen, his body slowly lying down in the mud, seemingly without even the strength to stand up.

While speaking, all the meridians in Ye Tian’s body exploded, the energy in the Crystal was too vast, his body simply couldn’t bear it, and his Qi meridians were instantly shattered.

At that moment, Ye Tian seemed to become a bloodied man, with blood flowing out from his eyes and ears, clearly bleeding from all seven orifices.

Even more severe was that his skin had turned bright red, beads of blood oozing from his pores, slowly flowing into the river water.

In all the years Ye Tian had been out and about, he had never had such a horrifying experience.

At this moment, even if he was usually unruffled by honor or disgrace, he was shocked!

"This is all because you forced me! Hahaha!" The King of Hell, dragging a broken leg, struggled to Ye Tian’s side, picked up a rock from the riverbank, and bent down to smash it onto Ye Tian’s back.

At this moment, Ye Tian only felt his blood flowing backwards, utterly unable to exert any strength, the Crystal had exploded inside him, causing him to be severely injured, completely unable to muster any strength at all.

The rock wasn’t very big, but when it hit Ye Tian at that moment, it invisibly aggravated his internal injuries.

Ye Tian vomited blood, striving to stand up and fight back, but the equally injured King of Hell saw this and hastened, striking Ye Tian again with the rock.

Normally, a rock that he could break with a swing of his hand now seemed like an entire mountain, heavily smashing Ye Tian down.

"Damn it!" Ye Tian’s face was filled with a thick murderous intent.

The King of Hell was already gasping for breath, his condition no better than Ye Tian’s. Every time he exerted himself to move the rock, it would agitate his shattered innards, causing him agony unbearable for a living person; if he hadn’t practiced wicked techniques, an ordinary person would have long since perished.

Somehow, Ye Tian found the strength to thrust with his legs, suddenly flipping over and pinning the King of Hell beneath him. The King of Hell, already with a broken leg and blinded, simply couldn’t support the weight of another person and thudded into the mud.

At this moment, Ye Tian felt a pain as if his heart was being cut with knives, his Qi meridians completely burst apart, which would normally have killed a person instantly, yet he was still able to overpower his enemy, which was nothing short of a miracle.

The King of Hell, pinned firmly beneath Ye Tian, had mud and river water flooding into his nostrils and mouth, an agonizing sensation. He tried several times to flip over, but all attempts failed.

Drops of blood dripped from Ye Tian’s pores, staining the face of the King of Hell, whose face had been burnt years ago and now was even more ghastly after being battered.

The King of Hell ceased struggling, suddenly bursting into laughter, "King of the Night, you, *cough cough*, you’re bleeding more and more, you won’t hold me down much longer, and then I, *cough cough*, I will be able to turn over..." As he spoke, he coughed up blood, also at the edge of life and death.

Ye Tian didn’t speak, he needed to save his strength.

"This is all, *cough cough*, because you forced me, the Crystal Ball inside him exploded, *cough cough*, I finally can, *cough cough*..." The King of Hell continuously coughed up blood.

Ye Tian clenched his teeth tightly, trying to control his heart, but alas, at this point, nothing was useful, his Qi meridians were shattered, even his blood vessels busted. If it were an ordinary person, he would have died already, but he was still living, if a doctor saw this, they would definitely question modern medicine.

The bright moon in the sky, the Wu river flowing east.

At this moment, these two supreme experts had both reached the end of their strength, time quietly passing as their physical energy continued to drain, the longer they held on, the less energy they had.

The King of Hell could already feel that Ye Tian’s pressing force was diminishing, but he also knew that his own strength was dwindling, a principle he believed the other party also understood.

Thus, the two men remained locked in this deadlock!

Ye Tian’s blood continued to flow less and less.

The King of Hell was also running on fumes.

They were competing in stamina and endurance!

The bright moon still hung in the night sky, and the river water was still bitterly cold.

Time passed by minute by minute, but neither of them moved. Perhaps they had no strength left to move, or perhaps they dared not move rashly.

This stalemate lasted a long time until suddenly, the King of Hell slid out from the mud and pulled himself from beneath Ye Tian. He gasped for air a few times by the riverbank, intending to lift a rock to crush Ye Tian, but he found he lacked even the strength to crawl over.

Ye Tian’s eyes were bloodshot, and blood slowly seeped from his pores. He wearily turned over and lay by the chilly riverside, still letting the river water wash the mud off his body.

He wasn’t much better off than the King of Hell, also lacking the strength to go over and kill. He could only quietly lie in the river water and rest.

Rest, this was what they both urgently needed. Only with proper rest could they have the strength to kill, to dominate the world.

The situation had developed to this stage; it wasn’t just about endurance and willpower but also a competition of recovery speed.

Whoever could regain a little strength first would have the chance to kill the other and become the ultimate victor of this duel.

But soon, they both realized that regaining even a shred of their power was as hard as climbing to heaven.

The King of Hell was pinned down by Ye Tian with the Dragon-whisker Needle. The silver needle blocked his vital meridians. Unless he had a whole day, he couldn’t remove the silver needle. After all, it was Ye Tian’s signature move, and removing it immediately was difficult!

In comparison, Ye Tian’s condition was worse. His meridians burst all over, his essence, energy, and spirit nearly depleted, and he was no different from a dead man.

Looking at the moon in the sky, Ye Tian thought of Yun Xinyan.

"I’ve known her so long and never said those three words. If I die like this, how could I be content?" Ye Tian worried in his heart, "And my rosewood box, rosewood box! Rosewood box!"

The next second, Ye Tian made a startling move. He started crawling toward the shore, his hands firmly grasping the mud, dragging himself step by step toward the bank.

After a brief rest, a murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the King of Hell.

But that murderous intent was quickly replaced by worry.

He clearly saw Ye Tian crawl several steps forward. The strength Ye Tian displayed was definitely not worse than what he had just regained.

"If I try to kill him, there’s a fifty percent chance I’ll fail. It’s uncertain who will kill whom." the King of Hell hesitated, certain that the other party felt the same. Otherwise, Ye Tian would have chosen to kill him instead of trying to crawl away.

The King of Hell wasn’t sure he could kill Ye Tian. Neither was Ye Tian sure he could kill the King of Hell.

Both were men standing at the pinnacle of the world. Neither of them would foolishly gamble with their lives.

The King of Hell watched as Ye Tian slowly crawled away, crawled out of the Wujang riverside, onto River Heart Road, and finally became a speck in the night until he disappeared. He sighed and then lay back down in the mud, staring up at the bright moon in the sky, contemplating how to extract the Dragon-whisker Needle.

In the battle under the full moon, he had his leg broken, and an eye blinded.

The loss was heavy!

There’s a road between River Heart Island and Jin Guan City, just two or three hundred meters away. The road is seldom busy at night. This

These two or three hundred meters, typically a trivial distance for Ye Tian, now became an insurmountable chasm.

Under the dim streetlights of River Heart Road, a figure was slowly crawling on the ground. He was moving incredibly slowly, sometimes even fainting. Yet, some unknown force kept him getting up again and again, continuing the unfinished journey.

The bright moon hung in the night sky, and the sounds of Wujang river waves roared.

Ye Tian’s white shirt had long turned blood red, the elbows worn through, and likewise the knees of his jeans. With each crawl forward, he left a trail of blood behind.

The long River Heart Road was marked with his blood.

His torn tissues were bleeding, drop by drop of bright red blood flowed from Ye Tian, staining his clothes and the road beneath him.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes.

One hour, two hours, three hours.

Time crawled by amidst endurance and struggles. Ye Tian moved increasingly slower. It seemed as if an invisible hand was draining the strength from his body, making him weaker and weaker.

"I must not die. I must get home. My dear wife, the rosewood box, wait for me, wait for me. I have to crawl back, crawl back, crawl back..."

At this moment, Ye Tian had completely lost consciousness. He couldn’t even feel the intense pain anymore, for he was numb. He was solely driven by his spirit, unable to give up the effort, unable to stop crawling.