The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine

Chapter 578: Chapter 578: Lifting as if It’s Light
 

Huang Xiaolong moved leisurely, stepping onto the battle stage belonging to the third group.

There were six stages, all launching into battle simultaneously.

Under each stage, there was a respected elder, meticulous in their task of judging the battle.

Huang Xiaolong’s opponent was a man whose eyes gleamed sharply. He was roughly three or four years older than Huang Xiaolong and was named ‘Ying Lin’.

This man had condensed 42 streams of True Qi within his body, and held a sharp-edged sword in his hand.

“Ha ~~~ You’re lucky.” Ying Lin glanced at Huang Xiaolong, a sarcastic smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “An easy 2 points for me.”

“Erm… it seems you’re already certain of your victory over me?” Huang Xiaolong shrugged, nonplussed.

Truth be told, the martial gathering of the Ying family, with its scale and level, was incomparable to the boxing competition in Jiangnan City. The two were as different as night and day!

Even so, on the competition stage at Jiangnan City, contenders such as the three heroes of the Wei family and Huangfu Tusun emerged. However, someone like Huangfu Tusun had only condensed 29 streams of True Qi.

Huang Xiaolong’s current opponent, Ying Lin, had condensed 42 streams of True Qi and probably had the power to kill Huangfu Tusun within seconds.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

There were no weak stragglers on this stage…

Of course, as far as Huang Xiaolong was concerned, they were all weak!

At the Jiangnan City competition, Huang Xiaolong had only displayed the tip of the iceberg of his martial abilities!

“In terms of peripheral skills, you’re quite talented. However, when it comes to martial arts, I fear you’re lacking. Okay, I don’t share a line with my uncle’s descendants and have no grudges against you, so why don’t you take the initiative and step down? I don’t want to hurt you. If you insist on being obstinate, don’t blame me for being ruthless.” Ying Lin spoke confidently.

“Enough of the idle talk, let’s start.” Huang Xiaolong replied, grinning.

“Asking for death! Very well, I will oblige! Where is your weapon?” Ying Lin asked, his face twisted into a hideous scowl.

“It seems I don’t need a weapon to deal with you.” Huang Xiaolong responded earnestly.

“Preposterous! Get off the stage!” In his rage, Ying Lin lunged at Huang Xiaolong with his sword.

The sword shone like water; its tip aimed directly at Huang Xiaolong’s chest!

The strike was quick, ruthless and precise. The True Qi radiating from the sword hissed like thunderous wind!

In an instant, the dreamlike radiance of the sword enveloped Huang Xiaolong. Its beautiful and splendid light also brought forth a suffocating sense of danger.

The Ying family’s inherited art was swordsmanship; evidently, Ying Lin had an extraordinary talent in Sword Dao. This strike, without old moves, carried a relentless, unfinished rhythm, echoing an ambushed situation.

However, to Huang Xiaolong, this strike was full of flaws!

Huang Xiaolong had followed many ancient martial souls in practicing martial arts for many years. Therefore, his vision and cultivation far surpassed that of practitioners like Ying Lin.

Furthermore, through the Other Shore Flower, Huang Xiaolong had learned Ying Kexin’s lifelong secret arts.

Ying Kexin’s descendants practiced the swordsmanship she created, which however was already incomplete. Huang Xiaolong had studied the complete swordsmanship, thus, as Ying Lin moved his sword, Huang Xiaolong had already pierced through all his secrets.

The flaws, follow-up, all variations were clearly perceived!

Even if it was a split-second decision, Huang Xiaolong’s body carelessly stepped slightly forward and to the left as his right hand came down flat.

Clang!

His palm contained a hint of True Qi, striking the weakest part of Ying Lin’s swordsmanship, the most significant flaw.

Clang ~~~!!!!!!

The longsword fell to the ground.

“You lost.” Huang Xiaolong casually said, hands behind his back.

“You…you… what kind of martial arts did you use… how is this possible…” Ying Lin looked in a daze at his fallen longsword, feeling as if his fierce sword move just now had been in vain. No sooner had he unleashed it, Huang Xiaolong found an opening and effortlessly knocked his sword from his hand.

Ying Lin was unwilling to admit defeat!

He was about to pick up his longsword and fight Huang Xiaolong again when an elder below the stage announced, “In the first round of the third group, the winner is Huang Xiaolong with 2 points. Ying Lin lost, 0 points.”

Huang Xiaolong jumped off the stage with great ease.

A cheer erupted from Ying Xiao’s faction.

“Well, my son-in-law is quite the hidden talent, very hard to read.” Ying Xiao exclaimed in surprise and joy.

“Dad, I told you, Little Long is very powerful. Every day, he can bring great surprises.” Ying Aoshan said with pride all over her face.

Uncle Yun muttered at the side, “Miss, Young Master Ying Lin is already considered a top-notch fighter among the fourth generation of the family. Young Master Huang defeated him so effortlessly, it seems he has hidden a lot in the Jiangnan City’s competition… Now, I want to see just how advanced Young Master Huang’s real martial arts skills are.”

The faces of those in Ying Chong’s faction, with Ying Chong as their leader, started to lose color.

“Qingfeng… it’s a bit strange. That brat’s martial arts… there’s something weird about them. That move he made just now seemed to foresee the flaws in Ying Lin’s swordsmanship in advance.” Ying Chong voiced his concern.

“Dad, don’t overthink it. Ying Lin’s move indeed had many flaws, it was flashy but insubstantial.” Ying Qingfeng nonchalantly stated.

On the stage of the second group,

Ying Aotian didn’t use his adept swordsmanship either, but used the Six Vein Divine Sword, striking continuously with Shao Shang Sword, Shang Yang Sword, Center Thrust Sword, Lesser Rush Sword…

Every series of swordless Sword Qi was released, he was slightly unfamiliar at first, but became more proficient as time went on, forcing his opponent to keep retreating.

Well, Ying Aotian turned his opponent into a live target to familiarize himself with the Six Vein Divine Sword.

“I’ve had enough, I’ve had enough. Aotian, you’re superior. I surrender. Darn, your invisible Sword Qi is too powerful… Aotian, once you master this skill, who would dare to fight you? I’ve had enough!” The opponent directly conceded defeat.

In the first round, Huang Xiaolong and Ying Aotian, who represented Ying Xiao’s faction, easily won their matches, both securing 2 points.

Huang Xiaolong returned to his seat, stretched out his legs, and didn’t spend much energy watching the fight.

Although these bouts were exciting clashes between ancient martial arts grandmasters, as thrilling for the uninitiated as watching a big-budget Hollywood fantasy film, to Huang Xiaolong, it was all commonplace.

The first round of fights continued one after another.

First group fighting arena!

The most prominent young master of the Ying Family’s fourth generation, Ying Qingfeng, finally took the stage!

As the shining star among his generation in the Ying family, Ying Qingfeng had an imposing aura, almost noble. His entry caused deafening cheers and applause from around the arena.

Ying Qingfeng’s opponent was also not weak, also a Great Grandmaster who had condensed 53 strands of True Qi. He was a taciturn young man.

“Well? Still want to fight?” Ying Qingfeng ,with his hands on his back, scornfully looked at his opponent. “Get lost!”

The taciturn young man holding a sword, with a flash of resentment in his eyes, respectfully said, “Qingfeng, I admit that my cultivation and talent are far inferior to yours. But, I trained very hard last year, and I want to test a few moves against you.”

“Ha, ha, ha, ha! I can beat you in one move!” Ying Qingfeng boasted arrogantly.

“That remains to be seen!” The taciturn young man, finally enraged, burst out with immense sword energy that soared to its peak. He shot at Ying Qingfeng like an arrow released from its bow, wielding his longsword as if cutting tofu, splitting the air in front of him. The air took a while to re-coalesce, bringing with him a terrifying momentum akin to a landslide, he attacked Ying Qingfeng.

“Little Long, pay attention, Ying Qingfeng made his move!” Ying Aoshan couldn’t help reminding him. “He… is likely the greatest threat you will face in this year’s martial arts competition!”

“I don’t want to watch it, it’s boring. Darling, let me rest on your shoulder…” Huang Xiaolong leaned his head over, using Ying Aoshan’s shoulder as a pillow.