Ultimate Village Doctor

Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty-Six

Tang Mo seemed to have anticipated Yu Cheng would choose him and stepped forward at a leisurely pace, speaking indifferently, "Very well, let's decide life and death then, Yu Cheng of the Iron Palm Gang."

Yu Cheng's eyes narrowed as he said coldly, "You're from the Tang Family?"

Yu Cheng's association with the Iron Palm Gang was a secret.

There was no way the bigwigs of Hechuan City could possibly know about it.

They were far too detached from the Ancient Martial World.

Yet, Tang Mo had declared his background outright, and since this person bore the surname Tang, Yu Cheng immediately speculated.

"Since you know I'm from the Tang Family, why haven't you scrammed out of Hechuan? If you leave now, Tang will spare your life," Tang Mo said icily.

"Hahaha."

Yu Cheng burst into laughter.

"Laughing at what?"

"So what if it's the Tang Family? Xichuan was originally ours, the Iron Palm Gang's territory. Now, we're simply taking it back," Yu Cheng declared.

"How presumptuous! The Iron Palm Gang dares to challenge our Tang Family? Have you forgotten how you were driven out of Xichuan back then and what guarantees you made to our family ancestor?" Tang Mo's aura of killing was overwhelming.

Yu Cheng sneered, "Of course our Iron Palm Gang remembers. However, that old fellow from your Tang Family, I'm afraid he's too busy to care for himself now. Who knows how much longer he can live."

Tang Mo's face changed.

The grave injury of the Tang Family ancestor was a closely guarded secret of the Tang Family; it was sealed with utmost secrecy. Tang Mo hadn't expected it to be known by the Iron Palm Gang, no wonder they dared to step into Xichuan again.

"Our ancestor is the Divine Dragon Grandmaster; how dare you, mere ants, speculate about him? Disrespecting our ancestor means today I shall sacrifice your blood and trample the Iron Palm Gang into oblivion," Tang Mo declared, leaping forward without stepping onto the ring, his sword slashing directly at Yu Cheng.

Clearly, after the facades had been torn away, this was no longer a contest for supremacy in Hechuan City.

It was a direct conflict between the Tang Family and the Iron Palm Gang.

There was no regard for the rules of the ring anymore.

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Yu Cheng provoked with a mad laugh, leaping into the air like an eagle, his palms suddenly turning a dark iron hue as he struck out at the incoming sword light.

The Iron Palm Gang, the Tang Family.

Many people heard the dialogue between the two and looked puzzled and confused.

But after frowning, the numerous big shots in the private boxes showed looks of shock; could it be that Tang Family?

The Iron Palm Gang was unknown to many of them.

But the Tang Family, they knew very well.

In the entirety of Xichuan Province, only the Tang Family of Tianfu dared to claim that name, the foremost noble family that dominated Xichuan. Although no one knew the true extent of the Tang Family's strength, a saying circulated underground in Xichuan, "Better offend Yama, than provoke the Young Master of Tang Clan." This gave a glimpse of the Tang Family's might.

Even the Ye Family seemed inferior compared to the Tang Family.

A billionaire like Wang Sihai meant nothing in front of the Tang Family, insignificant as ants, easily quashed at a moment's notice.

Thus, hearing that someone from the Tang Family had actually come here,

All were secretly terrified.

The same shock applied to Yu Cheng.

With the Tang Family's unyielding dominance, even if a servant came here, local tycoons like Wang Sihai would treat them as imperial commissioners from ancient times, not daring to show the least bit of negligence.

Yet Yu Cheng dared to challenge Tang Mo to his face, and didn't consider him significant at all.

The Iron Palm Gang must indeed be a power with a formidable background, at least not far behind the Tang Family in strength.

All these wealthy individuals had bitter expressions on their faces.

This was simply a fight between Celestials with the lesser creatures suffering the consequences. Hechuan had always been a remote place in Xichuan Province, considered one of the weakest cities; the Tang Family usually couldn't be bothered to reach out here, yet now everyone seemed to have come all at once.

I fear that whoever wins this match, it won't be good news for them.

Neither the Tang Family nor the Iron Palm Gang were forces they could withstand.

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In the sky, two figures crisscrossed incessantly, accompanied by the pounding noises of their fierce Inner Strength, conjuring whirlwinds in their wake.

Wherever they passed, tables, chairs, and even the railings of the stands were smashed to pieces.

Unlucky spectators caught in the Sword Qi shrieked in agony as their blood sprayed and splattered.

Everyone frantically ran backward.

Clearing space for the two combatants to duel.

Yu Cheng's iron hands were like refined fire, seemingly unafraid as they faced Tang Mo's long sword, swinging with great force and vigor. Facing Yu Cheng, Tang Mo felt as if he were up against a mountain.

Each slash he landed on Yu Cheng's hands sent a huge recoil that numbed his own arms.

"Such profound Inner Strength, he must be a powerhouse at the Peak of Huang Level."

The more Tang Mo fought, the more alarmed he became.

Although a swordsman's combat strength is formidable, Tang Mo was still a hair's breadth away from the Peak of Huang Level. He could hold his own against a typical Peak of Huang Level fighter with his swordsmanship, but Yu Cheng's palm strikes were terrifyingly powerful, vast and superior to his own.

"No good, his Inner Strength is deeper than mine. If this continues, my defeat is certain!"

Tang Mo let out a long cry as he leapt into the air.

He raised his long sword high above his head, the sword light flickering.

He unleashed the same stunning killing move that had defeated Master Zhong moments earlier. The sword light shone even more brilliantly than before, clearly signifying a peak-level sword strike. Tang Mo, with an arrogant expression, coldly said, "Die!"

Whoosh!

A single slash fell, as if cleaving heaven and earth.

Even flagpoles in the distance were severed by the passing Sword Qi.

Facing Tang Mo's peak-level sword strike, Yu Cheng's expression darkened. He roared furiously, and his shirt suddenly burst open, revealing arms that had turned as dark and hard as iron, like his hands before.

"Move mountains and overturn seas!"

He soared into the air and forcefully slammed his palms down.

Crash!

A tsunami-like sound resonated through the air.

Everyone felt as if giant waves were rolling before their eyes.

With a thunderous impact, his palms struck the long sword. Bang!

Tang Mo's face turned red, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his long sword flew from his grasp, his body crashing into the arena like a cannonball.

"You... you're at Half-Step Profound Level!"

Lying on the ground, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, Tang Mo struggled to speak.

Yu Cheng snorted, landed in front of Tang Mo, and gripping his throat with an iron palm, he hoisted him high into the air.

"Weren't you about to make a blood sacrifice out of me just now? What do you have to say?" Yu Cheng taunted as he looked at Tang Mo.

Tang Mo's face turned ashen as he said, "Fine, you're the better fighter, I admit defeat. I'll leave Hechuan right now."

"Thinking of leaving? Too late!" A sinister look suddenly flickered in Yu Cheng's eyes.

Alarmed, Tang Mo exclaimed in terror, "You wouldn't dare kill me, I am from the Tang..."

Crack!

Before he could finish, Yu Cheng had twisted Tang Mo's neck, leaving his head hanging limply.

Yu Cheng, still clutching Tang Mo's neck, paraded around the arena, showing all of Hechuan City's wealthy spectators Tang Mo's demise. He sneered, "You've all seen it, the Tang Clan's Young Master has been killed by me. From now on, you all will heed the orders of the Iron Palm Gang. Any dissenters, step forward."

The venue was deadly silent.

Everyone trembled, staring at the corpse of Tang Mo with eyes that refused to close in death.

This was someone from the Tang Clan of Tianfu.

If even a member of the Tang Clan could be killed, who would dare to stand up? Even Zhou Yushan in VIP box number one sat pale-faced, unable to utter a single word.

Just then, a yawn sounded, and a nonchalant voice drifted over, "I was getting sleepy with all the waiting. Are you done fighting? It should be my turn now, right?"

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