Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 239: Leave the Rest to Me_1

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: Leave the Rest to Me_1

Whoosh!

A sword shadow flashed by.

Han Feng, already seriously injured, simply couldn’t dodge in time.

Resigned to his fate, he closed his eyes, and decades of memories flickered through his mind like a film reel.

"Clang!"

However, at that moment, the sound of metal clashing suddenly rang by his ear.

He quickly opened his eyes and saw a gleaming dagger strike precisely against Nie Kuangtu’s longsword.

"President Han, hurry!"

Seizing the opportunity, Tang Guowei urgently called out, "Quickly, come back!"

Han Feng swallowed hard and, ignoring his injuries, struggled to run into the iron fence.

"President, come here, I will stop the bleeding!"

Ah Wei fumbled to take out a trauma medicine, pouring it on Han Feng’s right arm.

Yet, at that moment, blood gushed out of Han Feng like a fountain, and the trauma medicine simply couldn’t stop the bleeding.

"Let me do it."

Seeing the trauma medicine ineffective, Mo Han searched his pocket for a silver needle, ready to step forward.

Han Feng looked up, his gaze burning into Mo Han, voicing the confusion in his heart, "Was it you who saved me just now?"

"Sort of."

Mo Han shrugged his shoulders and then inserted the silver needle, instantly stopping the blood flow.

He then found a piece of white cloth to act as a bandage, wrapping up the wound.

Seeing the bleeding had stopped and the pain on his body eased, Han Feng looked at Mo Han with gratitude and bowed to apologize, "Doctor Mo, I have offended you before, please don’t take it to heart."

"It’s nothing."

Mo Han waved his hand and smiled, "You rest well here, leave the rest to me."

With that, he walked slowly out from inside the fence with his hands behind his back.

Whoosh!

Before he even stepped out, a crossbow bolt whizzing with the sound of tearing through the air came flying toward him.

The crossbowman, who had been lying in wait on the third floor, upon seeing Mo Han make a move, did not hesitate to release the crossbow.

Compared to ordinary arrows, crossbow bolts are faster and more penetrating, nearly as formidable as bullets.

"Watch out!"

Han Feng’s pupils contracted sharply, and he hurriedly gave a warning.

Ah Wei stood by, shaking his head repeatedly, believing that Mo Han wouldn’t be able to dodge the bolt.

Xiao Zhang was somewhat bewildered; he hadn’t even realized his dagger had been taken by Mo Han, which then had conveniently struck Nie Kuangtu’s longsword, saving the president.

Of all of them, only Tang Guowei was not too worried. He stroked his beard with a serene composure.

It was a joke; Nie Long, that formidable Grandmaster, couldn’t even take a single move from Brother Mo. What was a mere crossbow bolt?

Just as the crossbow bolt was about to pierce Mo Han’s chest, his footsteps shifted slightly as he slowly raised his right hand.

Crack!

To everyone’s astonishment, Mo Han’s right hand actually caught the incoming crossbow bolt.

My God!

Catching a crossbow bolt barehanded? How was that possible?

Everyone was shocked, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Cheng Debiao suddenly rose from his seat, his expression turning very grave. Although not a martial artist, he had a discerning eye, and Mo Han’s ability to catch the crossbow bolt so accurately spoke volumes about his agility.

"Damn it!"

The frustrated crossbowman behind the pillar on the third floor reloaded and fired three successive bolts.

Second Whoosh!

Three more bolts sliced through the air.

Mo Han pushed off the ground hard, and his body suddenly vanished, as the three bolts embedded themselves in the ground.

As the crossbowman prepared to reload again, Mo Han flicked his wrist, and the bolt in his hand shot out like a bullet.

Thud!

The unlucky member of the Cold-blooded Sparrowhawk Group didn’t even have time to react before the bolt pierced his chest, pinning him to the pillar, where he died in agony.

After taking out the crossbowman, Mo Han flicked his wrist yet again, sending several silver needles whistling through the air.

"Ah, ah!"

Screams resounded as more than twenty archers fell to the ground clutching their wrists in pain.

"What’s going on? What is this?" Cheng Debiao panicked; he looked over only to see each of the archers’ wrists pierced by a gleaming silver needle.

Looking at Mo Han, who had stepped out of the fence, he flicked his wrist again, and a silver needle embedded itself in Cheng Debiao’s wrist.

"Ouch!"

Cheng Debiao cried out in pain, his right hand dropping down involuntarily, hitting the button on the chair.

"Creak..."

The titanium alloy fence began to rise slowly.

Seizing the opportunity, Ah Wei and Xiao Zhang quickly supported Tang Guowei and Han Feng out.

Cheng Debiao, unaccustomed to such tactics, hurriedly hid to one side, cradling his right hand.

"Such impressive skills!"

Seeing Mo Han’s silver needles, Nie Kuangtu took a deep breath, his eyes filled with wariness.

The precision and angle control demonstrated by Mo Han were at the peak; even he, Nie Kuangtu, could not match it.

This was not going to be an easy fight!

But who was Nie Kuangtu?

He was someone whose madness knew no bounds! There was no way he would back down!

"Kill!"

He bellowed, and his feet slammed into the ground, shattering the marble tiles.

When Nie Kuangtu reappeared, he held his longsword above his head with a ferocious smile, charging at Mo Han.

The momentum was so intense that everyone on the scene couldn’t help but feel alarmed. Han Feng’s eyes went wide, and he clenched his fists unwillingly, realizing that Nie Kuangtu was at the middle Profound Rank, thinking how foolish he had been to believe that the other hadn’t progressed in five years.

"Come!"

It was Mo Han’s first time confronting a Great Grandmaster, and he, too, was eager to test the extent of his abilities.

Therefore, he had no intention of dodging. He casually picked up the black stick that had fallen from Han Feng’s hand and swung it toward the longsword.

"Bang!"

Nie Kuangtu’s sword struck hard on the iron stick, and with a crack, the stick was split into two.