The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine

Chapter 584: Chapter 584: The Sure-Kill Sword
 

The martial arts competition finally enters its last phase – the ten-strong battle.

It will decide the champion of this year’s competition, to see who outshines all the others. It’s a great honor.

However, the focal point lies in whether Ying Qingfeng will be dethroned.

After all, he has been the top of the younger generation in the family for years consecutively.

After a short break, the Family Head personally draws lots.

“Ten-strong battle, the first battle-” The Family Head pulls out two willow wood plaques from the box and announces. “Ying Tianpeng will face off – Huang Xiaolong!”

“Huh…” Huang Xiaolong is momentarily stunned before he lazily stands up. “Am I the first one to compete?”

“Son-in-law, there are no weak opponents in the ten-strong battle. However… never mind, my worries were all unfounded. Now, as long as you don’t face Ying Qingfeng, you should be able to handle it calmly.” Ying Xiao nodded at Huang Xiaolong. “Son-in-law, you are the biggest dark horse in this year’s martial arts competition! You have given me such a big surprise, impact, I can hardly catch my breath, haha~~~!”n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

This year’s martial arts competition is a lifesaver for Ying Xiao’s faction. They were originally on the verge of losing, but Huang Xiaolong’s appearance turned the tables.

Now, Ying Chong’s faction’s hope is really only Ying Qingfeng. Even if Ying Qingfeng reclaims the title of competition champion, the Family Head may reconsider who will inherit the position in the future.

Huang Xiaolong leisurely walks onto the stage. His opponent, ‘Ying Tianpeng’, has practiced 73 True Qi throughout his body. He’s a composed and imposing young man with a glint of wisdom flashing in his eyes.

“Let’s get started,” says Huang Xiaolong, eager to try.

“Wait~~” Ying Tianpeng suddenly gives a helpless laugh. “Although my state is slightly higher than Ying Qingquan, his understanding of Sword Dao and his talent are stronger than mine… And you, you are a phenomenal talent in this field… I won’t fight, I concede the first battle, and congratulations on getting two points. Haha, I better conserve my energy to go all out in the following battles.”

Weighing the pros and cons, Ying Tianpeng surprisingly admits defeat.

This is the ten-strong battle, which determines the final ranking. Conceding so easily is quite a pity.

But Ying Tianpeng has his own calculations. He feels a deep sense of powerlessness facing Huang Xiaolong, so he’d rather save his strength for the following fights.

“Coward!” Ying Chong glares at Ying Tianpeng with some dissatisfaction. He originally hoped that every opponent of Huang Xiaolong would go all out to deplete Huang Xiaolong’s strength continuously. Thus, when Huang Xiaolong encounters Ying Qingfeng, Ying Qingfeng would have an easier time.

The battle continues.

Ying Aotian and Ying Qingfeng take the stage one after another. They both pass the round with ease and score 2 points.

These two are indeed the pride of the fourth generation of the Ying Family, outclassing others in terms of talent. Especially in their comprehension of martial arts, they have a unique view. Therefore, even simple moves in their hands can exert great power, leading to effortless victories.

In the second round, Huang Xiaolong’s opponent is a young man named “Ying Qingliu”.

The status of “Ying Qingliu” is quite peculiar. He is the child born from an affair between Ying Chong and a maid during one of his drunken escapades.

Although he is Ying Chong’s own flesh and blood, his lowly birth puts him in sharp contrast with Ying Qingfeng and Ying Qingquan.

From childhood to adulthood, Ying Qingliu has lived through beatings, verbal abuse, and ridicule. However, his resolute temperament and decent talent in martial arts, the lowly birth did not make him lose his faith in life, but became a driving force for his constant striving!

Now, he too has condensed 63 strands of True Qi, commanding all respect.

“Father, I’m going to fight.” Ying Qingliu said with a light smile.

“Hmm, Qingliu, as for that scum dog, you’re well aware of our grudge against him. Do your best.” Ying Chong encouraged him. However, he knew very well that if even Ying Qingquan had lost, what Ying Qingliu could do was probably just consume Huang Xiaolong’s stamina, a victory was hardly likely.

“Snappy move!” Ying Qingfeng said disdainfully. “You’re in luck, advancing to the top ten with your second-place group score. However, your good luck is about to run out. Your score in the top ten battle will be the lowest.”

“Brother Qingfeng, it’s not like you said.” Ying Qingliu glanced at Ying Qingfeng coldly.

“Oh? You dare to talk back? Ying Qingliu, does your skin itch again?” Ying Qingfeng sneered, looking at Ying Qingliu, as if looking at an insignificant ant.

Ying Qingfeng, from a young age, rarely missed an opportunity to insult this half-brother of his, who was born to a maid. The two had a deep-rooted mutual resentment, only that Ying Qingliu, fearing Ying Qingfeng’s martial arts cultivation, had always endured.

“Dad, I’ll be honest.” Suddenly, a strangely excited light flashed in Ying Qingliu’s eyes. “Last year, I found a sword technique in an ancient tomb. This sword technique is almost invincible… Originally, I planned to use this technique against Brother Qingfeng. However, since our branch is now in crisis, I will use this technique ahead of schedule. In the upcoming battle, I will take care of that trouble for you! I hope that you will consider the great contribution I’ve made and give my mother a title.”

“Oh?” Ying Chong’s eyes gleamed. “Qingliu, what kind of sword technique have you learned?”

“Dad, it’s an ancient sword technique, it’s incomplete and only includes one move.” A somber expression suddenly appeared in Ying Qingliu’s eyes as he spoke in a low voice. “This move can only be used once in a lifetime.”

“How strange?” Ying Chong looked surprised.

“Hahaha… just some tricks!” Disdain was written all over Ying Qingfeng’s face.

“Father! This one move will surely kill that scum dog! I hope you can understand the hardships I’ve suffered over the years and give my mother a title!” Ying Qingliu gritted his teeth, his eyes filling with tears.

“Good! Qingliu, if you can kill that scum dog, I will naturally grant your mother a title. Over the years, both you and your mother have indeed suffered.” A trace of guilt flashed across Ying Chong’s face.

“You can beat that scum dog? I don’t think you’re capable. If you really can, I’ll personally apologize to you and swear never to insult or bully you again. Hahahaha… But then again, you’re nothing but a loser!” Ying Qingfeng didn’t think highly of Ying Qingliu at all. He considered him illegitimate.

“Good! Brother Qingfeng, it’s a deal!” Ying Qingliu nodded solemnly, then strode out to the stage, ready to risk his life.

On the stage, Huang Xiaolong and Ying Qingliu stood face to face, only ten steps apart.

“You’re quite strong.” Ying Qingliu smiled at Huang Xiaolong, his eyes fixed on him like a hawk. “In fact, I think you’ve concealed a lot of your strength. You’re no weaker than my brother Qingfeng. In fact, you’re even stronger.”

“Heh, of course, I’m stronger than whomever Ying Qingfeng is.” Huang Xiaolong responded naturally with a laugh. “You don’t seem to have as much skill as that Ying Qingquan. Why don’t you just admit defeat? Let’s not waste time.”

“No, you’re wrong.” Ying Qingliu shook his head mockingly. “You’re strong, but you’re going to die today. I don’t really want to kill you, after all, you could humble my Brother Qingfeng… But for the sake of my mother’s honor, I must kill you. Sorry. To make sure you understand why you died, I can tell you that I have a sure-kill sword technique. I found it in a mural in a tomb… I hope after you die, you won’t blame me. In the world of martial arts, we are not masters of our own destiny.”

Beneath the stage, Ying Xiao was watching the battle, his eyebrows furrowed. “Ying Qingliu, the son of my eldest brother and a maid, has a decent martial talent, but it’s not as good as Ying Qingquan’s. In last year’s martial arts tournament, he ranked outside the top ten and was eliminated in the group stage. Why on earth is he so arrogant today, incessantly claiming he’ll kill my son-in-law? Where does his confidence come from?”

“Alright! Remember, don’t blame me when you die!” Ying Qingliu roared maliciously. His body was surrounded by True Qi, tearing through the air as he pounced on Huang Xiaolong, sword in his right hand, like a mad tiger, directly stabbing towards Huang Xiaolong’s heart! “You’re the first to see this sure-kill sword technique! You should feel honored! Die with peace!”