The Invincible Supreme Medical God
Chapter 447 - 298: The Final Gunfight

Chapter 447: Chapter 298: The Final Gunfight

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On the contrary, Wu Wei can be shaped into any form or figure desired by its creator, allowing quicker transformations while imposing no limits on what they wish to create. The only constraint is the number of Wu Wei they can control.

The golden arm created by Wu Wei was now three meters long, with a palm spanning one and a half meters.

The golden arm and palm rose above Xu Biao’s head and began slowly descending toward the man wielding magic and his followers. The pressure multiplied several times over, making it feel as though the palm wasn’t just descending on the men but compressing the air itself, effectively doubling the pressure weighing down on them. Before long, the first group of people started collapsing onto the ground.

Seeing this, the man with the nail head hammer wore a serious expression. Golden energy then erupted from his hands, forming a protective barrier around himself and his followers.

After shielding his subordinates, the man used even more martial power to create another object. This time, it was a golden spear, which he hurled toward the massive hand.

The spear pierced through the hand. Xu Biao clenched his teeth tightly, his face slightly paler than before, yet the hand continued its descent. As more and more "small fry" collapsed onto the ground, the pressure only grew more intense.

One person forced himself to remain standing, but in the end, his leg bones fractured. The others were not as strong. Unable to withstand the crushing pressure, they collapsed instantly.

Noticing that the barrier was ineffective, the golden energy used to create it gathered in the man’s hand gripping the Wolf Fang Club, and his weapon suddenly enlarged, transforming into a golden hue. Moments later, the nail head hammer grew to the same size as Xu Biao’s golden arm. The man gritted his teeth, his eyes gleaming fiercely, as he swung the massive golden hammer down onto the golden arm and hand, forcing Xu Biao to stagger backward and spit out blood.

Staggering, Xu Biao spat out fresh blood from his mouth. The massive hand was utterly destroyed by the Wolf Fang Club, but Xu Biao was not the only one gravely harmed in the final exchange.

The enormous Wolf Fang Club vanished, leaving the man drenched in sweat, a small drop of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The shock and hostility in their gazes were evident as they stared at each other. Neither had anticipated the other being so powerful, but now, gritting their teeth, they had no choice but to go all out.

While the two continued fighting, Deng Wu, Sha Yun, and Wang Julong stayed back. They all understood that if they charged forward recklessly like the "small fry," they were likely to get caught up in Wu Wei’s attacks and meet meaningless deaths.

Although Xu Biao lost the advantage in the previous exchange, the other side had suffered losses in manpower, as the supporting members of the mercenary group had been heavily affected by the pressure. Many had lost consciousness, while others sustained internal injuries. Xu Biao had performed brilliantly in his initial assault.

Observing the ground carefully, one could see how it had caved inward. A massive palm-shaped imprint was visible on the dusty road, where various cultivators sprawled in disarray—some injured and others rousing unconscious comrades.

A group of about seven men managed to retreat quickly, escaping the overwhelming pressure emanating from the palm.

Seeing them manage to escape, Deng Wu and Sha Yun hesitated but prepared to attack the seven. Sha Yun, not one for patience, suddenly charged forward toward them. She successfully struck down two experts ranked among the battle kings, venting her fury on the seven startled men.

Sha Yun seized her chance. Her tail slid through the air around a Master’s neck, coiling tightly and severing his head from his body.

Blood sprayed from the neck onto the dusty road below. As the remaining six men reeled from the swiftness of the attack, Sha Yun activated her Earth Spirit Assault. It injured two more men this time, but none were killed.

"Useless beast!" Deng Wu sneered as he watched Sha Yun recklessly charge at the enemies, knowing that if she suffered any severe injuries, Yan Xiaobao would later hold him responsible. Deng Wu followed up the attack, slapping his storage stone and pulling out one inscription scroll after another.

Noticing Xu Biao and the man wielding magic gathering their remaining forces, Deng Wu activated two inscription scrolls by injecting a small drop of spiritual energy into each. Within seconds, two of Yan Xiaobao’s red Fireballs materialized in Deng Wu’s palms.

He hurled the Fireballs toward the man wielding magic, slightly disrupting the activation of his martial power. This gave Xu Biao another chance to regain the upper hand, a satisfied smile appearing on his face. Xu Biao focused on using the small advantage Deng Wu had provided to quickly gather his martial power, hoping to swiftly end this battle.

Jumping into the fray, Deng Wu attacked ferociously, mirroring Sha Yun’s earlier assault. From the very beginning, he unleashed a relentless barrage of Fireballs, which rained down on the six experts like fiery meteors. Meanwhile, they had to constantly watch the ground as well, for Sha Yun began summoning Earth Spears that prevented the six cultivators from gaining stable footing to launch a counterattack.

Deng Wu had painstakingly spent day after day inscribing symbols and patterns. After completing as many as possible, he seamlessly fused them with his elemental attacks, enabling him to unleash strikes that took hours of preparation within seconds of thought.