The Invincible Supreme Medical God
Chapter 270 - 217 Perfect Person_2

Chapter 270: Chapter 217 Perfect Person_2

After showing such an arrogant attitude, when he discovered Zhang Zhentian standing in front of him, he was clearly shocked.

"Hey, boss," the grinning young man said warmly as he walked to the top of the platform. "Sorry, boss, but today I need to fight you. Those pills will truly help my parents live in a different world."

Hearing this, Gao Yan smiled bitterly. He was in an entirely identical position. Before finally responding to the greeting, he nodded seriously. "If you stop me, I’ll be very angry," he sighed heavily in his place.

Yan Xiaobao focused intently on the battle about to erupt. Fighting against one’s friend often leads to discovering a genuine Crystal Stone instead of a frenzied battle, and by observing a genuine Crystal Stone, one can gain deeper insights into their own abilities.

"Take my hit," Gao Yan said as he shot forward like a cannonball, hurling directly toward his friend, determined to test him.

"Bring it back!" came the reply, the smile still lingering on Zhang Shengtian’s face.

A white Qi covering was visible over Zhang Shengtian’s embrace. As he moved forward with his initial impact, the playful grin on his face was replaced by a serious expression.

As Gao Yan advanced, Zhang Zhentian leaned further into accepting the strike, causing Yan Xiaobao to shake his head. With this, Gao Yan was ensuring that his attack would bring him more pain—not because Gao Yan’s power diminished the damage but rather that the pain from the recoil was greater.

Zhang Zhentian appeared to understand his mistake, gritting his teeth as Gao Yan moved forward again. Unlike usual combats, Gao Yan did not capitalize on his opponent’s vulnerable moment but instead waited until his counterpart was ready before taking a defensive stance.

"Give me everything you’ve got!" Gao Yan said, as his friend gathered all the gray glowing Qi onto his fist without needing to hear the command. The quantity and quality of the young man’s energy were quite formidable.

The Qi condensed in Zhang Zhentian’s hand solidified, covering only his knuckles, turning into a spike around his joints.

A tremor surged through Gao Yan’s spine as he saw the martial arts offensive technique his friend was employing; however, he knew he couldn’t evade it. He had to take it head-on. A grin began spreading across his face, signaling Zhang Zhentian. This would be strike after strike exchanged until one of them had to concede.

Years ago, the two of them ran together through Liluo City’s dirty streets, peeking into shop windows to watch legendary cultivators strolling in the streets.

When the Martial Arts School program began, they enrolled together and had been participating in Liluo City’s Royal Art Academy, with Zhang Xiantian clearly establishing himself as Gao Yan’s right hand.

This was Zhang Shantian and Gao Yan’s first opportunity to go all out against each other.

Watching Zhang Chengti’s martial arts strikes, Gao Yan couldn’t help but feel the adrenaline rush. Their friendship was evident to the spectators; neither would inflict severe harm on the other, yet neither could emerge from the fight unscathed.

The Qi spikes on Zhang Chengti’s knuckles, resembling energy-crafted knuckle dusters, moved at an astonishing speed toward Gao Yan, targeting his head, aiming to strike his jaw with the force of a thousand suns.

To increase the reaction time before the strike, Gao Yan took a slight step back, a spinning Qi vortex in his hand transformed into a massive spherical Qi ball. As the orb hit his palm, it suddenly flattened and turned into a shield, which he raised as he charged at Zhang Chengti.

A massive boom erupted as the Qi-made knuckle dusters collided with Gao Yan’s defensive shield, reverberating through the air. The two young men stumbled backward, struggling to maintain balance.

Gao Yan’s Qi Shield showed cracks, hidden beneath his sleeve, and his arm was locked in an odd shape. Zhang Zanti wasn’t faring much better, a small trickle of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Though both young men were injured, neither seemed prepared to yield as they slowly returned to their stances. This time, Zhang Ziantian adopted a defensive pose while Gao Yan prepared to attack.

Gao Yan and Zhang Chengti grew up in a cutthroat area of the city, where only the strong survived. These children had crafted their own ways through brute force and sheer tenacity. Naturally, the growth with a lack of rules brought an unrefined but passionate fighting style.

The skills displayed by these two young men highlighted this approach to battle. Gao Yan formed knuckle dusters similar to the ones Zhang Chengti used, crafting Qi with the same muted gray glow.

Everyone watching held their breath as Zhang Cheng released a shield akin to the one Gao Yan had used earlier; both were preparing to clash once more.

No one spoke; silence filled the air. The spectators sat on the edge of their seats, watching the labored breaths of the two young boys in the arena.

Usually, fights were decisive and ruthless, but today the two young men were engaged in a sparring match free of constraints. Winning mattered little because both would benefit from the outcome.

For all the martial arts trainees watching the match, the techniques employed by the fighters provided insight that they could later replicate.

The Qi Shield and Qi Spike were considered low-tier martial arts skills, yet the damage they inflicted on the opponents upon contact was undeniably significant.

A thunderous explosion louder than the first roared into the air. The shockwave was so intense that it spread beyond the arena stage, sending both young men bouncing backward.

This time, Gao Yan wiped blood from the corner of his mouth, while Zhang Zanti couldn’t move his right arm.

"I concede," Zhang Jingli managed to climb back up and broke the silence. It was clear to the audience that Gao Yan had inflicted more damage on his friend twice than he’d received himself.

When Zhang Jingli announced his concession, everyone in the audience stood up, applauding the two young men. Even the top-ranked experts and their families, who admired students capable of winning ferocious battles, also appreciated the good-natured sparring match between two friends going all-out against each other. It was a true display of respect from cultivators.

As Gao Yan and Zhang Cheng walked toward the medical room, all smiles, they nodded at each other. Both seemed utterly exhausted but satisfied with how the fight concluded.

With Gao Yan walking alongside Zhang Chanti, Hui Yue and others stayed behind, giving him a thumbs-up before quickly returning their focus to the next match below, featuring Wang Julong and Rong Ming.

The previous match was a display of mutual friendship and respect; the one about to unfold, however, promised to unfold like a calculated stroll through Rong Ming’s park.

Despite this, Rong Ming’s expression betrayed no arrogance or superiority when he entered the stage. His cautious demeanor toward his opponent served as the only clue to those observing that Wang Julong was indeed a prodigy.

Wang Julong and Rong Ming stood face-to-face on the stage, leaving neither the audience nor the judges room to avert their gaze from ensuring the fight followed the rules, with both fighters entirely focused on each other.

Both young men expressed respect with a slight nod, and a second later, they took defensive stances. As the announcer’s voice echoed in the air, signaling the warriors to begin, a strong gust swept through the air, converging into a spinning Qi vortex in Wang Julong’s hand. The whirlwind gradually expanded, and within a second, Wang Julong was once again cocooned in his evolved Qi Lightning skill.

Since the skill had developed into something capable of both defense and offense, Yan Xiaobao couldn’t help but marvel. Lan Feng had told him that it was undoubtedly a technique worthy of being considered a family treasure of the Wang Family. It was a skill he had yet to acquire himself.

Rong Xing and Rong Ming hailed from the Rong Family, which, although the current ruling family of the city, was not always such a prominent lineage. In fact, Lord Rong Liang had managed to elevate the declining Rong Family from relative poverty to unexpectedly assuming the mayoral position once held by the Wang Family, which had allowed its assets to decline.

Today’s match was not merely about two students facing each other or even two prodigies of the younger generation. It represented the struggle between the previous ruling family of the city and the current one.

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