The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine

Chapter 586: Chapter 586: Fierce Battle
 

Ying Qingfeng and Ying Aotian were not only the most outstanding talents of their generation in the Ying Family, but also the ones burdened with competing for the position of Family Head on behalf of their father!

It’s no exaggeration to say that the outcome of the competition between Ying Xiao and Ying Chong to determine who gets to occupy the coveted seat of the future Family Head is of utmost importance!

However, the entry of Huang Xiaolong has added an element of unpredictability to the situation.

The two prodigies, each carrying a longsword on their backs, advance onto the arena!

Countless eyes are fixed on them, filled with admiration, comparison, passion, idolization, and of course, jealousy…

“Little Long, do you think…my brother has any chance of a comeback?” Ying Aoshan asked nervously.

“Young Master Huang, we yearn for your insight,” Uncle Yun said, looking at Huang Xiaolong with sincere respect.

Huang Xiaolong, sitting with one leg crossed over the other, spoke nonchalantly: “Ying Qingfeng has the upper hand. If I were to assist my brother-in-law covertly using a secret messaging technique, he could defeat Ying Qingfeng. However, receiving guidance before his most crucial battle will create an unhealthy dependence in him. Therefore… though he will lose, the question is: how many rounds can he last? If he withstands Ying Qingfeng’s attacks for ten rounds, it will significantly bolster his confidence and mental resilience.”

Pausing briefly, Huang Xiaolong added, grinning playfully: “Sometimes, failure isn’t a bad thing. The crucial point is to learn from the experience.”

Ying Qingfeng and Ying Aotian both step onto the fighting stage.

They stay at a distance of twenty steps from each other.

“Aotian, if I recall correctly, you lasted five rounds against me last year,” Ying Qingfeng said with a playful smile on his face. “I’ve made remarkable progress and had some amazing encounters in the past year, so, for this battle… it will only take three rounds.”

“Hmm?” Ying Aotian frowned slightly.

“What I mean is, I will crush you beneath my feet within three rounds,” Ying Qingfeng said with a proud smile.

“I don’t think so,” Ying Aotian retorted, taking a deep breath to calm his mind—a vital quality of an expert martial artist. He understood the gaps in skills between him and Ying Qingfeng. But earlier today, he had learned the technique of the Six-Pulse Divine Sword from Huang Xiaolong. Although he was a beginner and had yet to fully master the technique, it could prove to be a trump card in today’s battle!

“Let’s get started!” Ying Aotian said, grabbing the hilt of his sword slung over his back.

In an instant, his gaze turned cold and piercing, as if it could see through everything. His aggression exploded uninhibited!

Ying Qingfeng, too, took hold of his sword, and instantly, a surge of Sword Qi erupted from his body! His Sword Qi pierced the air above his head, letting out a horrifying sound like fabric being torn apart. His eyes were filled with a wild, uncontrollable battle spirit.

The large square and all the members of the Elder Group on it fell silent. All eyes were fixated on the increasingly explosive auras of Ying Qingfeng and Ying Aotian on the stage!

Both of them seemed to grow more majestic in stature, emanating the aura of invincible sword gods rooted in the earth, yet standing tall against the sky.

Clang! Clang!

Both of them drew their swords almost simultaneously.

Neither one was ahead of the other.

The swords gleamed as brightly as exploding stars.

“Aotian! Lay down!” Ying Qingfeng said, a cruel, mocking smile playing on his lips as he made his move, shattering the air like ripples in water. He darted forward, sword and all, lunged at Ying Aotian.

Ying Aotian also charged headlong without hesitation.

However, He was seven steps into his charge when Ying Qingfeng had already covered ten steps. Clearly, in terms of explosive power and speed, Ying Qingfeng was superior.

Even before they met, Ying Qingfeng gave his wrist a flick, and his longsword began to vibrate. The ordinary longsword, in his hand, seemed to be imbued with a kind of magic, a kind of indescribable vitality. The sword tip flickered, transforming into a sea of brilliant, gorgeous flowers that covered Ying Aotian overwhelmingly.

This is the “Hundred Flower Swordsmanship”, not an inherited Ying family swordsmanship, but an opportunity Ying Qingfeng obtained from his travels. While it may not surpass the inherited Ying family swordsmanship in terms of quality, its advantage lies in its unexpectedness.

You should know that if they were using the Ying family’s ancestral swordsmanship, which Ying Qingfeng was skilled in, Ying Aotian naturally would be too. This would allow Ying Aotian to perhaps count on his familiarity with the swordsmanship routines, and fight tooth and nail with Ying Qingfeng, confusing him for a few moves.

However, Ying Qingfeng didn’t play cards according to common sense. He started off with a swordsmanship technique that Ying Aotian had never seen before, intending to kill Ying Aotian in one move!

The sword light transformed into hundreds of flowers, which wilted and dried up in an instant.

The wilting of the flowers is for the purpose of blooming.

The blooming of the flowers is for the purpose of wilting.

At the moment when the hundreds of flowers wilted, the killing intent of this move abruptly surfaced!

“Hmph!” Ying Aotian snorted coldly, his face very stern. The pressure he was under was too great. He hadn’t anticipated that Ying Qingfeng’s progress in just one year was this significant, much more impressive than last year.

A genius is indeed a genius; one can’t estimate their power with common logic.

Ying Aotian thrust out his sword, and the sword strike produced a roar of thunder.

The sword wailed with thunderous sound, like a venomous snake, another extremely fierce move.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Ying Aotian’s sword shredded more than half of the sword flowers, yet there were still a small proportion lingering between wilting and blooming, enveloping Ying Aotian.

But at this point, Ying Aotian’s pressure had significantly been reduced. His movements were graceful and quick, without a trace of smoke. He moved to the left, dodging the attack.

“Hahahaha~~ Aotian, you’ve been fooled.” Ying Qingfeng’s face changed, his left hand formed into a claw, instantly striking at Ying Aotian.

As it turned out, Ying Qingfeng had calculated that Ying Aotian would dodge to the left, so he had been building up his strength, using his claw to seal off Ying Aotian’s retreat. In this way, the sword in his right hand and the claw in his left hand were enough to take down Ying Aotian.

The power of this claw was extremely strange and bizarre. True Qi rubbed against the air at high speed, generating a terrifying heat. As he clawed through, the air was filled with a turbulent surge of heat, causing the air to explode like boiling water.

It was no surprise that Ying Qingfeng was a genius, simultaneously using two kinds of martial arts, which were extremely difficult to control. Ordinary martial artists couldn’t do it, but Ying Qingfeng got it just right.

It appeared that Ying Aotian would be caught by the steaming claw power.

The members of the Ying Chong faction were in high spirits, cheerfully exclaiming.

Ying Chong teasingly said to Ying Xiao, “Tsk, tsk, third brother, your Aotian can’t even handle one move? How weak.”

On the stage, in an instant at a critical moment, Ying Aotian jabbed with his thumb!

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Invisible Sword Qi shot out!

This was from the Six Pulse Divine Sword, a segment of the Shaoshang Sword. The sword’s pathway was forceful, giving the sense of a strong storm about to arrive!

This wisp of Sword Qi perfectly counteracted the incoming claw power from the left, letting Ying Aotian continue to move to the left, escaping Ying Qingfeng’s sure-kill Hundred Flowers swordsmanship.

“Hu~~~~~” Ying Aotian’s face was covered in sweat, he was slightly panting, looking at Ying Qingfeng.

“Hmph!” Ying Qingfeng was very dissatisfied. He originally thought he could kill Ying Aotian instantly, causing shock. But to his surprise, Ying Aotian defended himself with the beginner-level Six Pulse Divine Sword, retreating all over his body.

“Aotian, well done, you were able to resist the first move. But… Next, you won’t be so lucky. I said I will defeat you in three moves, so I will defeat you in three moves!” Ying Qingfeng, his momentum like a rainbow, attacked Ying Aotian once again.