The Invincible Supreme Medical God
Chapter 421 - 286 Spiritual Art_2

Chapter 421: Chapter 286 Spiritual Art_2

Seeing the nod, and how they no longer looked at Wang Julong, Yan Xiaobao released a tranquil cloud, quickly suppressing the killing intent and locking it in his Dantian Cave.

Quickly glancing at his chest, Yan Xiaobao urged some of his Qi to enter his meridians, circulating through his body, stopping the bleeding, and working hard to close the wound. Looking at the injury, the green pearl had no interest in assisting Yan Xiaobao in healing it, so Yan Xiaobao sighed and once again faced his opponent.

"Next, please," he said, his voice polite and friendly, yet the words sounded mocking to all who heard them, anger surging in their eyes, their hearts bleeding with hatred.

"Don’t overstep yourself," another voice sounded from behind the group in front of him, "you’re nothing more than a Master-level cultivator, do you think you can be cocky in front of us?" he asked as he walked forward.

Yan Xiaobao looked at the man. He was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. He was older than anyone Yan Xiaobao had seen today, but he was still just a middle-aged man.

Judging by how the others treated him, it was clear that this man was the leader of the group, and as he looked at the Master appearing before him, a smile finally appeared on his face.

The man standing in front of Yan Xiaobao was neither tall nor short. He was neither fat nor thin. He was not old, nor was he young. He was the most ordinary person Yan Xiaobao had ever seen, yet despite his mediocrity, he was still the leader of the mercenary group and a Master-level cultivator.

Just these two facts were enough for Yan Xiaobao to focus on this man, but no matter how confused Yan Xiaobao looked, he grew even more bewildered, because this man didn’t seem as dangerous as before.

Standing on the stage, Yan Xiaobao felt as if something was wrong with his opponent, yet he didn’t realize how to make the first move, thus Yan Xiaobao stood there, still unwilling to make the first move.

The man’s movements were faster than Yan Xiaobao anticipated, and not only faster, but his attack targeted Yan Xiaobao’s waist directly instead of any weak point. This attack completely took Yan Xiaobao by surprise, and before he noticed, he saw the entire arena fly before his eyes as he was violently thrown to the ground.

Being thrown like this was something Yan Xiaobao had never experienced before, and for this reason, his reaction was a bit slow.

What happened was, his opponent wrapped his arm around the weaker boy’s waist and then slammed him violently onto the stage, attempting to break the young boy’s neck.

Noticing this was the intent, Yan Xiaobao merged with the earth, turning the entire stage from hard ground into soft sand, reducing his injuries upon landing.

Although Yan Xiaobao did this, he still felt immense pain in his shoulder and immediately realized it was dislocated.

After throwing Yan Xiaobao to the ground, the middle-aged man immediately seized the opportunity to launch a series of attacks. All of which were punches and kicks, falling onto Yan Xiaobao, causing the small boy to cough up blood from internal injuries.

All this happened in a moment of chaos, and now Yan Xiaobao was severely injured. Every wound engaged in an intense struggle within his Dantian Cave, the red mist stronger than before, hoping to emerge.

"One. Two. Three. Four." Hui Yue began counting as he lay on the ground, but before Yan Xiaobao stood up again, he didn’t go past four. He carefully wiped away the fresh blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.

Standing up, Yan Xiaobao could only blame himself, unable to help but mock how bad he looked. His entire plan of revealing himself to shock the Dragon Army, yet here he was, beaten by some mediocre mercenaries.

Hui Yue was seriously annoyed, raising his arm, as flames started to appear. Many small flames joined into one large flame. The heat radiating from the flame was so intense that both people and Master felt as if they were being scorched, even if they weren’t in direct contact with the flame itself.

Yan Xiaobao’s flames had varying degrees of power, with the Blue Flame being his absolute most intense flame. To create the Blue Flame, Yan Xiaobao needed Lan Feng’s assistance; it was a flame that burned anything. Even a dragon’s flame couldn’t compare to the Phoenix’s Blue Flame.

The flame currently in use wasn’t so severe. Instead, it was a red flame, as ordinary as possible, but even the most brilliant of Yan Xiaobao’s flames was bad news for others.

Seeing the flame, the man cursed slightly, emitting a silver light from his body. Wrapping himself with a protective spirit guardian, exuding a light hue.

More silver light appeared with a spell in his hands, but unlike Yan Xiaobao, this silver light wasn’t used to support an elemental affinity. Instead, it burst forth, forming a massive hand, with energy resting solely in Yan Xiaobao’s hand!

Yan Xiaobao saw a spiritual art that didn’t rely on elemental energy. Before his five-year-old child came back, he had seen it implemented once, when Lord Liang Rong first arrived at the village Yan Xiaobao grew up in, subduing magical beasts with an illusion.

Seeing others specializing in non-elemental spiritual arts, Yan Xiaobao was quite surprised, his interest piqued, as he fed more spiritual energy into his flame. Making it so pure that the red flame turned to orange, almost yellow, soaring upwards to the sky.

Looking at the large silver palms, Yan Xiaobao consolidated the flames with both hands, preventing it from continuing to intimidate. Instead, he turned all the flames into a gigantic fireball, an ever-growing sphere. The intense heat was enough to scorch Yan Xiaobao’s clothes from a distance. The stage floor was singed, and the heat emitted made it difficult for the audience to breathe evenly without feeling constricted.

As the large palm fell beside him, Yan Xiaobao released the fireball. The two forces met with a massive explosion and burst of power. The explosion was so loud that all the spectators were pushed back in their seats, even Yan Xiaobao and his middle-aged opponent staggered back, blood spraying from their mouths.

Wiping away the blood once more, Yan Xiaobao glared at the man, both of them edging closer to each other, prepared to go again.

This situation differed greatly from their first exchange, as Yan Xiaobao now knew his opponent was a master of grappling and throwing, but Yan Xiaobao had practiced with his dagger for years, thinking of Black Blood and the Qi dagger. He lunged forward.

A hand shot towards Yan Xiaobao, but he managed to narrowly dodge it. Had he not dodged, he would have been tightly held like before, but his preparation helped, and instead, he managed to twist his body to escape.

After activating Velocity Flow, his speed was much quicker than before, with a twist of his body, Hui Yue managed to slip past the charging middle-aged man, placing a dagger at his throat.

Both Yan Xiaobao and the man neared their capability limits. Yan Xiaobao because of his severe injuries, and the man because he had poured all his spiritual energy into the previous palm attack, leaving him regretfully sighing as the black cold iron pointed at his throat.

Seeing Yan Xiaobao holding his dagger against his opponent’s throat, everyone felt like they were witnessing a repeat of a previous battle, and they were correct, as Yan Xiaobao used his last spiritual energy to merge with the earth once more, slowly lowering his opponent, allowing him to leave the stage.

Moving him gently, neither of them struggled as usual. Both were very aware of who the winner was.

The middle-aged man placed on the ground saluted Yan Xiaobao and then bowed in salute. "Thank you for not killing any of my people," he said with gratitude on his face.

Yan Xiaobao nodded at him before cursing the green pearl in his heart. Due to internal bleeding, his body was in a severe state, not to mention his forcibly relocated dislocated shoulder.

"This mysterious group that keeps surprising us seems to head into the finals tomorrow," the host said, surprised by the outcome, "they won the semifinal 3 to 0, and the finals will be held at noon tomorrow. Be sure to attend!"

Hearing his words, Yan Xiaobao nodded at the host before leaving the stage. As his feet touched the ground, Wang Julong appeared with green energy swirling in her hands, as she slowly began healing many of Hui Yue’s injuries.

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