The Invincible Supreme Medical God
Chapter 419 - 285: Entering the Finals_2

Chapter 419: Chapter 285: Entering the Finals_2

In just a moment, a bloody scene seemed to decorate the stage. As he stepped onto it, Yan Xiaobao felt uneasy, knowing that beneath him lay the blood of countless lives sacrificed in the battles. Like this one.

This feeling of unease didn’t stem from a dislike of death but rather from the ferocity of the red mist swirling so violently that he almost lost control of it again. With the faint aid of the tranquil clouds, the crimson rain was subdued once more, and Yan Xiaobao exhaled a sigh of relief. The notion of harboring an intense will within his body, one he couldn’t entirely control, was what troubled him most.

As Yan Xiaobao ascended the stage, his friends stood behind him. A thunderous cheer erupted throughout the arena as everyone celebrated the leader stepping up from the very start.

The Yan Xiaobao faction fiercely laughed in defiance. Yan Xiaobao’s initial assertion—that he fully trusted his own strength to win without injury—was enough to allow him to participate in the next day’s matches as well.

Glaring at Yan Xiaobao, the audience members’ eyes seethed with anger and dissatisfaction. They all felt that he was looking down on them. Each individual there was fighting for the chance to prove they were capable of defeating this newcomer.

Yan Xiaobao glanced at them pityingly. He would rather not kill his opponents. If given the chance to neutralize them by alternatives means, he would gladly accept it. However, he refused to let softness make him weak.

Examining his opponents, who were all cultivators of Master-level skill, Yan Xiaobao concluded that, despite one of them being a nine stars Master, none posed any genuine threat in his eyes. To be honest, the only group he considered truly dangerous was the masked troupe that had just exited the stage.

As Yan Xiaobao observed the battle between the masked team and their adversaries, the masked figures now sat in the front row, ready to watch Yan Xiaobao’s combat prowess.

Yan Xiaobao ignored the masked cultivators entirely, standing still on the stage like a statue, patiently waiting for the first opponent to face him.

"Don’t worry, big brother," boomed the largest of the opposing group, his loud voice paired with an uninspiring appearance. Gazing at Yan Xiaobao with great hostility, he clapped his hands together. "Let me take on this scrawny little mutt," he sneered as he stepped onto the stage, his towering bulk being at least twice Yan Xiaobao’s size.

Peering at this giant, Yan Xiaobao tilted his neck forward, his brows raising in surprise, but hidden concern flickered for what lay beneath the cloak.

"Let the fight begin!" the host declared with urgency, swiftly vacating the stage to signal the start of the battle.

As before, Yan Xiaobao remained completely motionless, letting his opponent make the first move. While this was all the audience observed, Yan Xiaobao had already begun channeling Qi through his meridians, activating Speed Flow, and allowing the cultivation base of a Lower Dantian Expert to emanate.

Once more, gasps swept across the crowd. It was unthinkable that the one deemed most challenging among all the newcomers would only utilize a Lower Dantian cultivation base. Some spectators who had witnessed this the previous day were aware of his prior use of the Lower Dantian, but most were not, leading many to jeer, mock, and ridicule him.

Taking a deep breath, Yueyue drowned out the noise outside the stage. She summoned the black blood, activating Speed Clone as it materialized beside Yan Xiaobao, silencing everyone instantly.

For the first time, everyone witnessed Yan Xiaobao’s true capabilities. The ability to replicate oneself is typically impossible unless one holds the rank of King or higher. Seeing someone perform such an advanced technique while only activating the Lower Dantian was enough to silence all who had been speaking mere moments prior.

The arena’s loud jeers didn’t just go quiet; even the masked cultivators and the group slated to face Yan Xiaobao the following day stared, profoundly shocked at the sight before them. Could it be that he truly was an Upper Dantian-level Expert, somehow managing to disguise himself as merely a Lower Dantian cultivator?

Yan Xiaobao did not linger long. As the astonishment gripped the man before him, Yan Xiaobao and his clone moved in unison, charging toward the giant with raised black blood.

Leaping from the ground, Yan Xiaobao landed on the giant’s back as the clone closed in beside him. With the black blood axis, both Yan Xiaobao and the clone struck the back of his neck, forcing the giant to collapse instantly.

The fight was over in a blink. The silence swept across the arena as everyone stared, stunned at how the brief and decisive exchange unfolded in mere moments.

Yan Xiaobao’s victory against the giant was owed entirely to the latter’s size. Small and nimble, Yan Xiaobao had trained in Velocity Flow since he was five years old—a martial arts technique that drastically enhanced speed. Evolving the clone into a true duplicate equally capable of inflicting damage allowed Yan Xiaobao to leverage his power and swiftness to defeat a larger, slower opponent.

The man lay on the ground, still alive. Yan Xiaobao did nothing further, merely striking him with the blunt end of the black blood. Once the giant fell, Yan Xiaobao sheathed his dagger back into his Memory Stone.

The opposing team was filled with rage and hatred, their eyes acknowledging the torment Yan Xiaobao had inflicted as their comrade left the stage in agony. Yet, none dared to attack.

Feeling unsettled by their gaze, Yan Xiaobao became slightly on edge as his next opponent stepped forward.

This man was much smaller than the giant before him, though still taller than Yan Xiaobao. Slender to the point of frailty, he seemed as though a gust of wind could blow him away. Yet, there was something about him Yan Xiaobao couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Narrowing his eyes, Yan Xiaobao studied the man now before him. No matter what he saw, everything felt insignificant, offering no sense of danger. Watching him closely, Yan Xiaobao grew more convinced that this man, like him, was concealing his true power. But unlike Yan Xiaobao, this man didn’t use a cloak to hide, drawing additional caution from the white-haired boy. To mask one’s cultivation base with no cover requires immense strength.

Observing the two men, the host seemed to sense the sharp rise in tension, and a smile crept onto his face. Though he enjoyed watching one fighter overpower another with sheer dominance, he preferred a battle between equally matched adversaries.

Though this opponent wasn’t as overtly powerful as Yan Xiaobao, it was evident that Yan Xiaobao wouldn’t defeat him as easily as his previous foe. This meant that Yan Xiaobao would have to reveal some of his true abilities.

"Let the fight begin!" the host grinned widely as he swiftly retreated, allowing Yan Xiaobao and his opponent to commence.

Yan Xiaobao decided to test this newcomer by unsheathing black blood, activating Speed Flow, and charging at the target—only to feel his dagger deflected by a hand that felt as hard as steel.

Hui Yue furrowed his brows, retreating within less than a second as Yan Xiaobao noticed an iron-like hand slicing through his residual image, cutting it cleanly into two halves.

Surprise flashed in his opponent’s eyes. Clearly, he hadn’t expected Yan Xiaobao to be so fast. However, he wasn’t alone in his astonishment—Yan Xiaobao, too, was shaken, as his attack had been deflected. He began to seriously analyze this slender foe’s every move.

The man’s physical stature was the complete opposite of his previous challenger. This opponent focused on speed, his skill in this domain even surpassing Yan Xiaobao’s own prowess. Despite this advantage, Yan Xiaobao did not despair—speed was merely one facet of his expertise.

This man, well-aware of his forte in speed, wasted no time waiting for Yan Xiaobao to attack. He immediately rushed toward him, brandishing his hands like weapons. A golden hue shimmered from them, making Yan Xiaobao realize they were fused with the Metal Element.

Understanding this, Yan Xiaobao finally began to unleash some spiritual energy. Immediately, an earth shield formed around him.

Seeing the shield materialize, the slender man sneered and slammed his fist heavily against it. The shield collapsed before Yan Xiaobao. A smile of excitement sprang to his lips as he delighted in being able to deal with Yan Xiaobao effectively, only to find the young man was no longer behind the shield.

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