The Invincible Supreme Medical God
Chapter 45: The Verbal-Strong King

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: The Verbal-Strong King

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"Do you know him?" Han Ruobing asked in surprise.

"Not really, just saw him before." Ye Shanshan cast a sidelong glance at Yan Xiaobao, her expression unpleasant. "Last time on the bus, I saw him acting like a pervert..."

"Hey!" Yan Xiaobao interrupted Ye Shanshan unhappily. "When did I act like a pervert? That was my wife, Rourou, okay? Bingbing, don’t listen to her nonsense!"

"What did you say? Bingbing... wife?" Ye Shanshan’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked at Yan Xiaobao and then at Han Ruobing. "Sister Bingbing, don’t tell me you’re actually with him..."

"Don’t listen to his nonsense!" Han Ruobing said irritably as she took a fitness bag from the trunk and walked toward the club.

"Calling people ’wife’ at random, and still claiming not to be a pervert!" Ye Shanshan rolled her eyes at Yan Xiaobao, turned, and followed Han Ruobing.

"First, I’m not a pervert. Second, I don’t call people ’wife’ randomly." Yan Xiaobao seriously corrected Ye Shanshan, "For example, someone like you—even if you begged me on your knees, I wouldn’t accept you as a wife."

"Who cares!" Ye Shanshan pouted without turning her head. "Ridiculous!"

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Through the floor-to-ceiling glass walls in the corridor, Yan Xiaobao spotted a few girls in the gym wearing tight, stretchy tank tops and shorts while working out, and his eyes lit up with delight.

Turns out working out is so much fun! If those clothes were on the super-hot body of Bingbing, they’d look amazing!

Unfortunately, when Han Ruobing emerged after changing clothes, Yan Xiaobao’s hopes were instantly dashed.

Han Ruobing had originally planned to work out, but since this little lecher Yan Xiaobao had tagged along, she changed her plan. No gym—karate it is.

So, at the moment, Han Ruobing was dressed in a loose, pure-white karate uniform. The tight tank top and shorts Yan Xiaobao had been looking forward to were hiding underneath...

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As soon as they walked into the dojo, Han Ruobing and Ye Shanshan immediately drew everyone’s attention.

There was no need to introduce Han Ruobing; her looks alone were almost out of this world. Even in a loose karate uniform, her tall and stunning figure couldn’t be concealed.

Though Ye Shanshan wasn’t up to Yan Xiaobao’s "Dharma Eye" standards, she was undeniably a beauty as well.

Han Ruobing and Ye Shanshan had just started warming up when three or four men slowly approached, clearly intending to strike up conversations.

Yan Xiaobao swept his gaze around the room, displeased, and muttered to Han Ruobing as he walked up next to her, "So boring. Just a bunch of amateurs clashing, not interesting at all. Bingbing, let’s go back to working out."

"Amateurs clashing? What are you even talking about!" Ye Shanshan amplified Yan Xiaobao’s relatively quiet comment by five times, immediately provoking public outrage.

Over twenty karate practitioners in white uniforms with variously colored belts—red, yellow, black—surrounded them angrily, fixing their fierce gazes on Yan Xiaobao.

The lead coach spoke in a low voice, "Amateurs clashing? Kid, who’re you calling that!"

Seeing that Yan Xiaobao once again stirred up trouble out of nowhere, Han Ruobing, unwilling to escalate things, had no choice but to step in and explain helplessly, "Sorry, my friend doesn’t understand karate; he’s just talking nonsense, please don’t take it to heart."

With such a gorgeous woman stepping in to smooth things over, the crowd’s anger dissipated immediately. The coach was about to seize the chance to strike up a conversation with Han Ruobing when Yan Xiaobao spoke first:

"Bingbing, I wasn’t talking nonsense; they really are just a bunch of weaklings."

"Boom!" The karate group exploded instantly.

"You little punk, what the heck did you say!"

"Calling us weaklings? You want us to teach you a lesson?"

"Say that again if you’ve got guts, we’ll beat the crap out of you!"

The coach raised a hand, silencing the furious horde behind him, his voice icy: "Kid, are you here to challenge us?"

"Why would I bother challenging your dojo?" Yan Xiaobao scoffed, unimpressed, "I’m just here to hang out with Bingbing, that’s all."

Upon hearing that one of the two beauties was apparently this young man’s "wife," the crowd grew even more agitated, rolling up their sleeves and threatening to teach Yan Xiaobao a lesson.

The coach once again quieted the crowd’s noise. Determined to take the chance to shine in front of the ladies, he stepped forward and sneered at Yan Xiaobao, "Here to hang out? Fine, let me show you a couple of moves then."

Yan Xiaobao glanced at the coach, smirking. "You’re not a beauty, so I’m not interested in sparring with you. Besides, you’re so weak that I’d knock you down with one move—where’s the fun in that?"

"Bragger!"

As the crowd prepared to jeer, Ye Shanshan jumped in with a mocking tone, "You shameless pervert, bragging without even thinking. Coach Niu is a black belt expert—can you beat him? I’ll take your surname if you can!"

Yan Xiaobao: "Why would I want you as my wife? What does your surname have to do with me?"

Coach Niu, hearing the implication of Yan Xiaobao’s words, grew even more annoyed. Could it be that the stunning beauty nearby was really this young man’s wife?

"Who’d want to be your wife anyway!" Ye Shanshan rolled her eyes. "If you’re too scared to fight, just admit it and stop talking nonsense."

"Exactly—if you only talk big but don’t act, you’re just a fake martial artist!"

"Look at that pale, delicate chicken-like weakling; there’s no way he’d actually dare to spar!"

"Obviously! If he really got in the ring, Coach Niu would teach him a painful lesson in no time!"

Coach Niu raised his head slightly in satisfaction, then continued to provoke Yan Xiaobao. "Hey! Are you a man or not? If you are, stop talking and spar with me. If not, stop whining and get out of here!"

Yan Xiaobao, of course, was a man—and a gutsy one at that—especially in front of Han Ruobing. With his pride on the line, he had no choice but to step up, even though he found the whole thing boring.

Seeing that Yan Xiaobao had fallen for Coach Niu’s bait, the crowd roared with laughter, excitingly clearing the space to let Coach Niu teach this "King of Talk" a lesson.

Han Ruobing didn’t step in to stop it.

She was somewhat curious herself. Yan Xiaobao often boasted about taking down groups of people, but she had never actually seen him fight up close. Well, this would be the perfect opportunity—let’s see if this karate coach could test his real skills.

Coach Niu stood across from Yan Xiaobao and beckoned, "I’ll let you make the first move. Go ahead."

"Hold on," Yan Xiaobao bowed his head and seemed to be pondering something deeply.

Coach Niu, who had been ready to spar, paused in confusion, and the crowd also froze in bewilderment.

Ye Shanshan put on a smug expression, as if she had predicted this outcome, and mocked, "What, haven’t even started yet and you’re already thinking about surrendering?"

The crowd caught on, erupting in laughter.

"This kid isn’t too dumb after all. Knowing he’ll lose, he’s thinking of surrendering early to avoid getting beaten!"

"I’ve seen plenty of these so-called ’Kings of Talk.’ They’re great at boasting, but when it comes to actual fighting—total cowards!"

"Hey! What are you standing there for? Admit defeat, apologize, and get lost already!"

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