The Invincible Supreme Medical God
Chapter 280 - 222: A Deep Sigh_2

Chapter 280: Chapter 222: A Deep Sigh_2

This decision hurt Yan Xiaobao deeply, but he still steadfastly made up his mind. Yan Xiaobao was well aware that Li Fen had never looked at him romantically, but he still wanted to tell her to shut the door. He needed this so he could move forward. If Li Fen became angry with him, he could always help her forget all the memories and start a new life as originally planned.

Considering all this, the previously curious Yan Xiaobao grew dejected, overwhelmed by the thought of an enraged Li Fen.

Seeing this, Lan Feng snorted coldly. Love doesn’t belong in a world where only the strongest survive.

"Don’t let your little brain dwell on worries," Lan Feng tried to comfort him. "Before you ascend to God’s level, the path will be eternal. So before that, you should enjoy your youth and the lovely women around you. Personally, I suggest you see what you can do with this adorable little girl pretending to be a man. She’s not bad. On the other hand, Rong Xing is a very beautiful lady, and she’s already quite fond of you."

Lan Feng continued talking about various girls at the academy for a long time. Thankfully, Yan Xiaobao had long learned how to block out the annoying chatter of the perverted bird, and he quickly resumed training. If he planned to defeat Li Cheng, he needed every ounce of Qi he possessed.

The days of rest passed quickly. During this time, Courtyard 1009 was teeming with enthusiasm, as everyone was either training or cultivating.

Lan Feng crafted a training schedule for each of his friends, just as he had half a year ago, but this time he cut out certain parts, such as body strengthening.

Gao Yan cultivated like a madman. He didn’t sleep, nor did he eat anything apart from medicine pills.

Each time he consumed a pill, he would practice his Qi fusion until it fully integrated. Then, he would rely on another pill to further enhance his cultivation base.

Lan Feng’s method created miracles for him. Gao Yan had already become the subject of envy and jealousy from everyone present due to his astonishing speed, especially from Yan Xiaobao, who had reached this level only after ten years of arduous training.

Despite Gao Yan’s rapid ascent, he still lacked the flawless purity of Hui Yue’s aura. Though his aura was now much purer than before, in comparison to the young boy’s essence, his white chain remained plain and unremarkable. This was one thing that kept the young boy grounded.

Yan Xiaobao rose to his feet, stretching his exhausted body, and let out a sigh. He had completed a long night of preparation, gathering his final strands of Qi before stepping toward the arena. It was finally time for the last match at the Liluo City Royal Art Academy. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

As he approached the stage, people expected the young boy to show signs of nervousness or panic, but the closer he got, the more he felt the surrounding atmosphere.

Yan Xiaobao never believed he would lose this match. It was a battle he had to win, not just for Gao Yan, but also for Wang Julong.

Though Yan Xiaobao felt confident about victory, he understood that Li Cheng was no easy opponent. His senses were as sharp as Yan Xiaobao’s. His entire young body braced itself, tense yet alert, analyzing everything happening around him.

The thought of Li Cheng stirred Hui Yue’s domineering aura to greater heights, so much so that his friends eventually avoided standing near him due to the suffocating air that threatened to destabilize their heartbeats and hinder their ability to breathe easily.

Today’s referee was the Academy Chair. This was due to the incident during the previous fight, where Wang Julong was disqualified because the judge showed favoritism toward a faction.

The Academy Chair had never joined any factions, nor was he disturbed by worldly possessions or titles. That was why he was assigned to a small branch like the Royal Art Academy, rather than the main branch in the Capital.

As Yan Xiaobao stepped onto the stage, he exuded an aura of killer intent so intense that it left every student struggling to breathe, while spectators began murmuring among themselves. To witness such a young child produce such a thick killing aura was almost inconceivable.

On the other hand, Yan Xiaobao fought to intensify his focus, using his mental strength to suppress the overwhelming killing intent. He sought to maintain control and ensure it wouldn’t erupt during the battle, leading him to kill Li Cheng or aim for his life.

Despite his dislike for Li Cheng, Yan Xiaobao didn’t want to end the life of a fellow student. But he knew that the bloodlust buried deep within his soul core might take over. This bloodlust was Yan Xiaobao’s greatest challenge.

Yan Xiaobao possessed the demeanor of a killer. The air around him was heavy and cold, his eyes gleaming like frozen winter lakes. As he stood across the stage, the domineering aura hit Li Cheng directly.

Gradually but steadily, Yan Xiaobao managed to choke out his killing intent, and the suffocating air suddenly cleared, as if swept away by a breeze flowing from the edge of the stage to the center.

Facing the killing intent, Li Cheng remained unshaken, his face showing no surprise, fear, or shock. The only visible expressions were the smile on his lips and the seriousness reflecting in his eyes. He dared not underestimate this ranked cultivator.

In turn, Yan Xiaobao enveloped his senses around everything happening on stage. Li Cheng was unlike any other opponent he had faced before. The young boy couldn’t afford a foolish mistake, like underestimating the youth before him, which could lead to his downfall.

Yan Xiaobao gasped, allowing his Qi to flow freely through his meridians and fill his entire body, preparing to activate Speed Flow as the battle began.

Bent forward with knees slightly bent, everyone could see clearly that once the fight began, Yan Xiaobao would be endlessly on the move. No one criticized him for this—Li Cheng was clearly circulating his Qi and was ready to engage in a speed duel.

The Academy Chair stepped onto the stage, his pace unsteady and slow. He was like a reincarnation of ancient times, radiating deep power that roared beneath his skin, prompting Yan Xiaobao to watch the man with guarded attention.

"Let the final match begin," he said in a voice that sounded ancient and frail, yet everyone in the academy heard each word strike the quiet stage like thunder.

As soon as those words were spoken, a flash of white appeared. Li Cheng swung his whip with blistering speed, testing whether his Qi Whip could match the advanced rank technique the boy before him was using.

Although Yan Xiaobao had mastered high-level martial arts skills, he knew he was at a disadvantage. His senses were pushed to their limits as he managed to avoid each strike of the Qi Whip aimed at him.

Yan Xiaobao’s breath grew faint as Li Cheng’s expression brightened. Though Yan Xiaobao had evaded the first attack, it was obvious that the Qi Whip carried immense power. However, power wasn’t the only issue he faced—the speed of the Qi Whip was equal to that of Speed Flow. Despite avoiding harm until now, Yan Xiaobao’s clothes had been grazed, leaving his shirt ripped slightly.

Eyeing Li Cheng, Yan Xiaobao realized he couldn’t afford to waste time thinking anymore; he randomly began running across the stage while simultaneously working on creating copies.

Yan Xiaobao’s two clones darted across the stage like shadows, continuously evading the whip strikes, leaving streaks of white slashing through black blurs.

While darting around, Yan Xiaobao summoned dual daggers, attempting to close in on Li Sheng; so close that he could finally deal some damage. Yet every time he tried, the Qi Whip blocked his path.

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