The Invincible Supreme Medical God
Chapter 448 - 298: The Final Gunfight_2

Chapter 448: Chapter 298: The Final Gunfight_2

Through his elemental fusion, the connection between Deng Wu’s abilities, his soul shadow, and himself had grown even stronger, allowing the soul shadow to enhance its capabilities as their power increased.

After the fireball streaked across the sky and erupted into flames, and as the earth shook with spears piercing from the ground, Deng Wu and Sha Yun worked swiftly to render the cultivators incapable of combat, leaving them gravely burned or with crippled legs destroyed beyond repair.

From as far a distance as possible, killing the opposing cultivators proved far more challenging than injuring them, but the goal was never to kill indiscriminately, only to ensure no one would interrupt Yan Xiaobao. Once his cultivation was complete, he would decide how to deal with the survivors.

That was the original plan Deng Wu had explained to Sha Yun. However, Sha Yun, though she appeared human, was in truth a magical beast — and magical beasts did not allow their prey to escape alive.

Sha Yun would occasionally dart in and kill with brutal efficiency, and rare was the time she failed. After eliminating four of the men and leaving only two, Deng Wu eventually stopped hurling fireballs, knowing that it was only a matter of time before these last two met their end.

While all this took merely moments, those moments were enough for Deng Wu and Sha Yun to completely suppress their adversaries.

The battle did not belong to the magical beast and human pair alone; Xu Biao also joined in. Unlike the last time, his weapon was neither a massive arm nor a crushing palm but instead tiny golden needles. They appeared in his hands, and as he threw them, they moved faster than the eye could follow, each one aiming straight for lethal points.

Had it been just one or two needles, the mage wielding the colossal nail head hammer could have easily fended them off. However, it was a veritable sea of needles, all imbued with Wu Wei’s intent to pierce anything that stood in their path.

A thin, golden barrier materialized in front of the mage, only to shatter into thousands of gleaming pieces with a sharp crack. While four or five needles were blocked, the rest struck true. Blood-curdling screams filled the air as the needles found their mark.

The agonized cry jerked Yan Xiaobao out of his meditation. It also captured the attention of both Sha Yun and Deng Wu, drawing their gazes to the kneeling man clutching at his chest and throat as blood poured forth. The needles dissipated into nothingness as the mage died with one final scream.

With everyone’s focus locked on the crumpled corpse, the two remaining men, shaking with disbelief, seized their chance and fled as fast as their legs could carry them, not daring to linger even a moment longer.

Watching the men retreat, Yan Xiaobao sighed but stayed silent. He could already imagine them scrambling to recount the details of their failed mission to their employer.

Despite the slight instability of his cultivation base, Yan Xiaobao managed to completely absorb the Holy Flower, though he could not yet afford the luxury of testing his newfound strength in action.

"Clean up here," Xu Biao instructed, sitting down heavily. He was visibly injured after the battle. Upon seeing his wounds, Wang Julong and Xie Lan hurried over, using their healing abilities to tend to him.

Xie Lan was by far the more efficient of the two, though Wang Julong gave it her all. As a reward, she had been receiving guidance from the elder Xie Lan, who taught her methods to make her healing even more effective.

Deng Wu sighed as he glanced down at the ravaged battleground. A look of frustration crossed his face as he thought of how many inscription scrolls he had used. Though not too difficult to make, creating them still required time and energy, and having expended fifty to sixty in this fight, the cost was evident in his expression.

The sight of the scorched remnants left behind by his fireballs seemed too painful to dwell on. Turning away, Deng Wu approached Yan Xiaobao, who was now stretching his body, looking much better after emerging from the endless illusion of the forest.

Sha Yun eyed the retreating men but decided to stay where she was, prioritizing Yan Xiaobao’s safety over finishing off the fleeing enemies. Protecting him was far more crucial than claiming two more lives.

Yan Xiaobao walked over to the King-level expert Xu Biao had killed, nudging the corpse with his foot until it rolled over, exposing its features.

Hui Yu furrowed his brow as he noticed the numerous holes that pierced the man’s body, many clustered mere centimeters apart. Seeing how deeply they had penetrated, delivering such a decisive end, Yan Xiaobao couldn’t help but feel a mix of awe and shock at Wu Wei’s capabilities. After all, this was his first time witnessing them up close.

Gazing at the corpses scattered around him, Yan Xiaobao finally recognized that while he might hold his own against the cultivators of Duke University, he was utterly outmatched by the smallest shred of power wielded by a King-level expert.

Yan Xiaobao shook his head with a bitter smile, gathering all the Memory Stones he could find and storing them in his personal storage stone for later examination. He then conjured a fireball, incinerating the body until nothing remained but a smoldering odor of flesh and a small pile of ash.

He repeated the process with each body, and soon the sickening stench of charred remains became overwhelming, even causing Yan Xiaobao to wrinkle his nose.

It wasn’t long before Yan Xiaobao finished burning the last corpse. Xu Biao had risen to his feet once more by this time, looking much improved, though his complexion remained slightly pale.

Xu Biao wasn’t the only one looking pale; Xie Lan and Wang Julong also appeared somewhat gray-faced, but neither was hurt. The group was prepared to continue onward to Demon Cave City.

Standing side by side, Yan Xiaobao and Xu Biao surveyed the ashen ground and shattered terrain that bore witness to their clash.

The road was completely destroyed, with jagged Earthen Spears still protruding in places, and large hand-shaped craters pressed into the ground. Observers could easily deduce that a violent battle had taken place here. After ensuring nothing was left behind, Yan Xiaobao and the group resumed their journey.

"Only one person knows about your mission," Xu Biao said calmly. Yan Xiaobao sighed, nodding. "Yes," he replied, "the only one who knows is Zhou Long."

"Do you think it was him?" Xu Biao asked curiously. Yan Xiaobao nodded again without hesitation. "I think this was part of what he planned for us. Considering the level of experts sent against us, I have little doubt he hoped we would meet our end."

Hearing that, Xu Biao couldn’t help but nod in agreement. Although their group of mercenaries was fairly renowned, it was clear they were no match for the experts accompanying Yan Xiaobao. If Zhou Long had no intention to kill them, then what was his plan? Xu Biao’s mind churned with unease at the thought. With the bodies burned and the road ahead clear, Yan Xiaobao’s group pressed forward toward the Capital. The tension of recent events sparked a heightened vigilance among them, expecting further attacks at any moment. Suspicion marred their interactions with anyone they encountered along the way.

Walking down the dusty road step by step toward the Capital, the group traveled for six long days. With the sun setting at the edge of the horizon, they finally spied the distant city.

The sight of the Capital rekindled energy in every member of the group. The city held the promise of proper beds to sleep in, warm baths, and real meals cooked by skilled chefs — luxuries that travel food could never rival.

"Tomorrow," Xu Biao said, a note of yearning in his voice as his eyes lit up at the sight of the city walls, "Tomorrow we’ll be back in a real city!"

Those words at dusk lifted everyone’s spirits. It had been so long since they’d felt such excitement. As the group resumed their march toward the distant city, lively conversation and laughter rose among them.

When night fell and the moon hung high, the group finally stopped to set up camp. Each member completed their tasks like clockwork, helping to pitch tents and prepare a meal. The air was no longer heavy with tension but instead filled with a cheerful and lighthearted mood.

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