Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 802 - 800: Just One Needle Will Do the Trick!

Chapter 802: Chapter 800: Just One Needle Will Do the Trick!

Ren Feifan controlled the Formation called the Reincarnation Formation with the Spirit Stone!

It was a relatively advanced protective formation because it could redirect a portion of external force and ricochet it back.

Handling cannonballs was well within its capabilities, but it was ineffective against other types of energy.

The foreign warriors who had been smiling on the steamboat froze in terror when they saw the cannonballs returning.

One of the bulky men with blond hair and blue eyes even shot out a bolt of lightning from his hand that collided with a returning cannonball in midair.

An instant explosion!

Countless sparks and clouds of smoke scattered!

"Old Huo, I told you that cannonballs were useless against them. Look at you, now you have to use Thunder Power..." said a foreigner in a mocking tone.

The man called Old Huo’s face darkened, and he snorted coldly, "Since it’s useless, I might as well go and meet that Huaxia dog myself and see how he killed Collins!"

The next second, Old Huo’s entire figure hovered in the air and headed straight towards Ren Feifan and Su Mohan!

His body disappeared as if teleporting!

Naturally, the steamboat wasn’t nearly as fast and was left far behind by him.

A few seconds later, Old Huo landed effortlessly. He looked at Ren Feifan from about five meters away, his eyes filled with a cold glint, and said, "Are you that Huaxia kid?"

The Holy Abyss Sword appeared in Ren Feifan’s hands, his arm Tattoos already wrapped up. The Holy Abyss Sword trembled slightly, ready for combat!

He didn’t answer the man’s question, his eyes icy cold.

Old Huo didn’t care in the slightest, his lips curling into a disdainful smirk, "You don’t look so tough. Could an ant like you really have killed Collins?

Forget it, I won’t waste words with you. If you don’t die today, you might actually be chosen for the second round, but that ’ticket’ isn’t something Huaxia people are worthy of having."

Ren Feifan was confused by the situation. Despite how things were, he could still enter the second round, and it seemed like it wasn’t controlled by this group of people anymore.

What was this ’ticket’ all about?

Ren Feifan didn’t ponder any further because the foreign fighter was ready to make a move.

Old Huo let out a fierce shout, and a Stick appeared in his hand. The Stick flashed with a pale blue light, accompanied by countless bolts of lightning. With a mighty leap, he charged towards Ren Feifan.

"Huaxia kid, I don’t care what tricks you used to kill Collins, but today, you’re going to die in front of me!"

Watching the Stick Technique bearing down on him, Ren Feifan gripped the Holy Abyss Sword tightly and casually swung it around in the air, a desolate Sword Intent sweeping across a ten-mile radius.

At that moment, the Sword Intent of the Holy Abyss Sword pervaded the atmosphere, giving everyone a sense of melancholy.

Old Huo’s heart trembled secretly; the sword in the Huaxia kid’s hand was peculiar, at the very least no weaker than the Stick in his own hand!

However, with the arrow now on the bowstring, Old Huo could only howl skywards. The black combat suit on his body tore instantly, with wisps of white mist circling around his body, gradually solidifying. The color of the Thunder Stick in his hand changed mysteriously as bursts of air surged out.

"Boom!"

Old Huo’s weapon collided with the Holy Abyss Sword.

A massive roar thundered across the heavens. Everyone present only saw the red and blue lights reflecting off each other in the sky, which then burst into specks of blue and red light, scattering all around, much like fireworks blooming in the night sky.

Both Ren Feifan and Old Huo were thrown backward. Although Ren Feifan’s weapon was of a higher grade than Old Huo’s, there was a discrepancy in their levels and cultivation. Evidently, Ren Feifan was at a disadvantage. He had thought he could match this man evenly, but it seemed he was mistaken.

With a savage sneer, Old Huo hinted at the extent of his opponent’s cultivation. Had Ren Feifan not had that peculiar sword, the kid would have already turned into a puddle of blood.

How could someone like him possibly kill Collins?

If that’s the case, then let there be destruction.

With these thoughts in mind, Old Huo’s expression twisted into one of savagery, and as he hit the ground, he charged fiercely towards Ren Feifan, swinging his long stick and leaping into the air, slamming it down with great force!

"Bang!"

Ren Feifan knew he could not clash head-on with his opponent, so he moved quickly, constantly dodging while thinking of a strategy.

"Bang!"

The clash of metal resounded non-stop in the center of the battlefield, dust billowed, and countless arcs of lightning flickered.

Su Mohan wanted to help with the fight, but he knew very well that intervening would only make things worse.

After fighting for a while, Old Huo realized something was amiss, sweating profusely. This Huaxia youngster kept dodging; though not attacking proactively, his moves caused Old Huo’s attacks to continually miss their mark.

A myriad of curses flew through Old Huo’s mind: This damn brat is quick and reactive, clearly making a fool out of me, I can’t drag this out any longer!

With a sweep of his long stick, Old Huo said coldly, "Kid, you can dodge all you want, but you can’t hide forever. I advise you to surrender sooner rather than later!"

As Old Huo finished speaking, his gaze fixed on Ren Feifan, a chilly light faintly shimmering in his eyes, and his aura began to rise steadily.

This time, Ren Feifan actually stopped, having more or less figured out Old Huo’s stick technique from his previous dodges. The stick technique was superb, but it also had a certain flaw—its moves were too complex, making it easy to expose holes in combat.

However, Huaxia swordsmanship was extremely flexible, so very few could spot weaknesses in it.

Coldness erupted in Old Huo’s eyes as he shook his hands, and his stick suddenly radiated an overwhelming aura, intangible yet now tinged with a hint of bloodthirstiness.

With a sinister smile playing on his lips, Old Huo’s expression darkened, and he swung his stick without hesitation. A massive surge of killing intent accompanied the swinging stick, waves of force unleashed unreservedly towards Ren Feifan.

This was the strongest strike Old Huo had ever unleashed, and the Huaxia youth should feel honored to die by his hand!

But Ren Feifan did not even lift his eyes; instead, his gaze fell upon the ship.

Taking over that ship was clearly no longer possible, for there were several presences on it that were far too terrifying. He could only think of other methods.

Seeing the Huaxia kid distracted at such a moment, Old Huo became furious!

Such utter disrespect!

Just as the shadow of the stick was about to land on Ren Feifan, Ren Feifan moved!

A Golden Needle appeared in his hand, and the aura around him transformed completely! He shot it directly towards Old Huo!

The Soul-Devouring Golden Needle!

The Golden Needle pierced through the shadow of the stick, like a streak of light.

Old Huo noticed something wasn’t right and released a bolt of lightning from his hand!

He thought the lightning could knock down the Golden Needle, but to his utter shock, the lightning completely vanished upon contact with the needle!

"Thud!"

He watched, wide-eyed, as the Golden Needle pierced through his heart.

"What is this... thing, how could it..."

Before he could finish speaking, he fell into the sea, utterly dead, causing many waves to splash.

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