Ultimate Village Doctor

Chapter Two Hundred Twenty-Eight

Even Wang Chao, the king of underground boxing, had a secret technique.

How could Yu Cheng, a martial artist with a legacy, not have a trump card?

Yu Cheng also deployed a secret technique, stimulating his potential. Although using this technique would likewise cause some damage to his body, it was not fatal. Furthermore, to exchange a few sacrifices for Long Xiaoshan's life was too worthwhile.

Because he had underestimated Long Xiaoshan.

Long Xiaoshan had actually reached the Huang Level Peak at the age of twenty. Such a genius, even if placed among the Ancient Martial Sects, would be rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Letting such a person grow unchecked was undoubtedly a calamity.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

To nip such a genius in the bud was tantamount to clearing a massive threat for his sect.

He felt the strength in his body climbing steadily.

Like a furnace, it contained a tremendous amount of energy.

Yu Cheng even felt that, facing a Xuan Level Expert head-on, he could put up a fight.

He burst into wild laughter.

Suddenly, he stomped on the ground. Boom! The entire Martial Arts School shook as if an earthquake had occurred. Many people were directly shaken off their chairs, and the ground beneath Yu Cheng's feet cracked open like a spider web, forming a huge circle.

At this moment, Yu Cheng felt not like a human, but a prehistoric beast.

With immense propelling force, Yu Cheng soared into the sky.

He spread his arms wide, like an eagle soaring high, and instantly crossed over ten meters.

He dived down from a height of five or six meters.

His palms came together and slammed down fiercely!

Woo-hah~

Everyone felt as though a towering tsunami had appeared before their eyes.

This was an illusion brought about by Martial Dao Tongxuan.

Yu Cheng, having deployed a secret technique, boosted his cultivation to nearly that of a Xuan Level Beginner Stage, unleashing a heaven-shattering palm strike!

Long Xiaoshan squinted his eyes.

With a flicker, he vanished from the spot.

Boom!

Like a meteor striking the earth.

Yu Cheng's palm pressed down on the spot where Long Xiaoshan had just been standing. Crack and crumble! The arena corner, made of hard bluestone, collapsed instantly!

Everybody's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets!

This was bluestone, which even hammers struggled to smash.

Yet, with a single palm strike, Yu Cheng had demolished a corner of the arena.

Such immense strength could no longer be described by lions and tigers. Perhaps it was more akin to the force of dragons and elephants. Was it really possible for a human body to contain such terrifying power? Not even Olympic champions or strongmen could achieve this.

Yu Cheng's palm met air, but he rebounded from the force, continuously unleashing palm strikes. The sound of thunder continuously echoed in the ears of the audience.

In the midst of the wave-like palm winds, Long Xiaoshan was as light as a catkin, constantly swaying.

But that iron palm could never leave its mark on him.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The iron palm kept hitting the ground, causing the arena to crack continuously, with rubble cascading down.

Dozens of palms later, the entire arena was riddled with cracks.

Unable to prevail after a prolonged attack, Yu Cheng's face gradually contorted.

Secret techniques were not permanent.

Though his secret technique was not as self-destructive as Wang Chao's, as he continued attacking, his robust Inner Strength also rapidly depleted.

"Can you only flee?" Yu Cheng bellowed.

Long Xiaoshan suddenly stood still, stepping on one corner of the arena.

His expression was calm, looking at the breathless Yu Cheng, whose eyes were bloodshot. He sighed lightly and said, "Enough, you've reached your body's limit too. There's no point in continuing."

He slowly clenched his fist, pulled his body back, and gradually formed a full moon shape.

Yu Cheng saw that Long Xiaoshan had finally stopped running.

A hint of joy appeared in his eyes.

Long Xiaoshan's movement technique was too slippery. If the other wanted to run, he was not confident he could catch him. But now that Long Xiaoshan had chosen to have a head-on collision, Yu Cheng fiercely bit the tip of his tongue. The power that had begun to wane flared up again, fiercer and more explosive than before.

Yu Cheng took several steps forward, as powerful as a Heavenly Deity, and slammed down with his palm.

Boom!

As the iron palm swung out, waves surged, solidifying as if tangible!

Everyone felt as though they were not in a venue, but rather engulfed by a giant wave.

This palm strike, whether in terms of Martial Dao mindset or Inner Strength, had fully reached the Xuan Level, arguably the most pinnacle palm strike of Yu Cheng's life.

Long Xiaoshan's gaze was seemingly unfocused.

At the moment Yu Cheng's pinnacle palm strike came bearing down,

his fist, which he had kept hidden behind his back, finally thrust out slowly.

Howl~~

A violent wolf howl suddenly pierced through the noise of the waves; as Long Xiaoshan gently swung out his fist, a figment of a wolf as large as a little Xiaoshan appeared in the void, howling at the moon and pouncing toward the onrushing waves.

Long Xiaoshan's fist shone like jade, almost like an exquisite piece of art. By contrast, Yu Cheng's huge, millstone-sized iron palm made it appear even more fragile, as if it would shatter at a single touch.

Bang!

The fist collided with the iron palm.

The arena, already full of cracks and fragile, collapsed instantly.

Huge clouds of dust surged up, engulfing the figures of the two men.

"Who won?"

Everyone stood up; even the big shots couldn't sit still in their boxes any longer. They all rushed out, staring fixedly at the swirling dust below.

"It must be Yu Cheng!"

"His palm strike just now was too terrifying!"

"Are these even humans? They're like two human-shaped tanks, even smashing the arena!"

Suddenly, everyone saw a figure leap out from the dust.

It was Yu Cheng!

Yu Cheng had indeed won!

The hearts of the big shots present sank; even though they had anticipated it, the thought of Hechuan City henceforth languishing under Yu Cheng's shadow still left them feeling incredibly stifled. With fists less powerful than another's, what could they do?

"Little Xiaoshan!" Chun Tao clutched her mouth tightly, kneeling down, a look of despair in her eyes.

"The brother has won! That beast is dead!"

"Elder Yu is mighty!"

Cheers like roaring tides and thunderous waves erupted from the stands of the Weifeng Martial Arts School. Wei Zhentian was so excited that tears streamed down his face, almost wanting to look up to the sky and roar with exhilaration.

The revenge for the cripple, for the ruined Dantian.

Today, he finally claimed vengeance!

That little beast finally bowed its head!

Just as all the big shots fell silent and the Weifeng Martial Arts School was celebrating,

Yu Cheng, who had emerged from the dust, suddenly staggered, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and then, without looking back, rushed towards the exit of the venue, leaving a trail of blood as he ran.

What's happening?

Everyone was puzzled.

Yu Cheng had just killed Long Xiaoshan, wasn't it time for him to flaunt his might and gather the various powers of Hechuan's business world?

Why was he running outside?

Suddenly, someone sharp-eyed shouted out: "Long Xiaoshan is not dead!"

The dust gradually dissipated.

A figure was seen slowly emerging from the rubble with his hands behind his back, gradually coming into clear view.

If it wasn't Long Xiaoshan, then who could it be.

The pervasive dust appeared to have not touched Long Xiaoshan in the slightest; his clothes were clean, his face was radiant, almost like a Heavenly Being compared to Yu Cheng, who was in a pitiful scramble.

After stepping out of the rubble, Long Xiaoshan looked distantly at Yu Cheng, who was about to reach the door, then bent down to pick up a broken flagpole from the ruins.

With a breath and a shout, he violently hurled the flagpole!

A flash of lightning streaked through the air.

It pierced Yu Cheng's body, lifting him off his feet and pinning him to the wall.