Ultimate Village Doctor

Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty-One

"Xiaoshan." Chun Tao grabbed Long Xiaoshan's hand, her face full of worry and fear.

If she hadn't watched the earlier competitions, she wouldn't have been so scared, for she had confidence in her man.

But having seen the earlier competitions, Chun Tao became frightened.

None of those who went on stage were ordinary people; each one was like a superhero, assassin, mountain of flesh, or magician driving Corpse Refinement straight out of a TV show...

Even more terrifying, up to this point, except for the fourth match, everyone who lost in the other four matches had died.

This was a competition without rules.

Death here had become an ordinary thing.

The people here also lacked reverence for life.

So Chun Tao was afraid; she didn't want Long Xiaoshan to participate, regardless of how powerful he was, she didn't want him to go—that was an emotion any woman would feel for her loved one.

"Taozi, if there's danger, I'll definitely be the first to run," Long Xiaoshan said with a reassuring smile.

But his reassurances didn't have much effect; Chun Tao was still very worried.

Long Xiaoshan sighed helplessly. He really shouldn't have let Chun Tao come, but now that they were here, it was impossible not to participate. Besides, he really did want to meet these experts. Opportunities to encounter so many of them were truly rare.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Hardening his heart, Long Xiaoshan walked out of the private booth.

When Long Xiaoshan stepped out of booth number five, almost everyone was stunned. Everyone knew that booth number five belonged to Wang Sihai, but nobody expected that the person Wang Sihai invited to fight would be such a young man.

Dressed in casual clothes from a street stall, with dark skin.

He looked completely like a young fellow from the countryside.

He didn't carry a single shred of the demeanor of an expert, especially in contrast to the previous experts. The crowd in the stands burst into hooting laughter.

This was particularly true for the forces that were on bad terms with Wang Sihai. Your next chapter is on empire

The sound of mockery was especially intense.

"Where's this green kid from? Go home and drink your milk, this place isn't for you."

"Don't wet yourself later.

"Boss Wang, if you really can't find anyone, you could ask me to go up. I could beat ten of these kids," someone jeered.

Laughter erupted from below.

However, the reactions from several private booths were different.

From booth number one, standing behind Zhou Yushan, Patriarch Hai exclaimed, "It's that kid," his face showing a change of expression.

"Uncle Hai, what is it?" Zhou Yushan asked.

"I know him because he's the one who injured Ye Tiannan at Jingheng Hotel last time," Patriarch Hai said.

"So, it's him." Zhou Yushan frowned slightly.

"Ye Tiannan, is that someone from the Ye Family?" the middle-aged swordsman asked.

The Ye Family was also a well-known noble family in Xichuan, not exactly aligned with the Tang Family, but he recognized them.

"That's right," Zhou Yushan said.

"Let's hear about it," the middle-aged swordsman showed a hint of interest.

After Patriarch Hai recounted the story, the middle-aged swordsman laughed, "Him, a Martial Dao Tongxuan? Impossible."

A Xuan-level Practitioner was extremely powerful. Even the middle-aged swordsman had not reached the Xuan level himself, and within the Tang Family, even the most talented Tang Hao had not yet reached the Xuan level. The Xuan level was a considerable barrier, one that many people could not overcome in their lifetime.

And this young man, he looked even younger than Tang Hao.

"Could I have been mistaken?" Patriarch Hai wondered doubtfully, since the middle-aged swordsman was from the Tang Family and, in both vision and strength, was far superior to him.

"You must have seen wrong. When he gets on the ring, the truth will naturally come out," the middle-aged swordsman said indifferently.

Patriarch Hai is just at the Early Huang Stage, how would he know the strength of the Xuan Level?

Box No. 2.

Wei Zhentian suddenly stood up from his seat, staring at Long Xiaoshan with rapid breaths and eyes filled with deep-seated hatred.

"What's wrong?" Yu Cheng asked indifferently.

"He's the one who destroyed my dantian and my son's. I didn't expect this kid to show up here, and to participate in the ring battle, too," Wei Zhentian said word by word, the hatred erupting from his bones.

Yu Cheng narrowed his eyes and also set his gaze on Long Xiaoshan, saying, "Him? Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"It's him! I'd recognize him even if he turned to ash," Wei Zhentian asserted.

Yu Cheng narrowed his eyes, sizing him up, and shook his head, "I can't tell. His temples aren't bulging, and there are no marks of a martial artist on his body."

"Senior brother, please help me take revenge," Wei Zhentian knelt down, bowing his head to the ground.

"Get up. Since you're sure it's him, I'll kill him when it's my turn. But, he might not even get to face me," Yu Cheng said, shaking his head.

Because he saw that the person coming out of Box No. 17 was also a martial artist.

A martial artist who was even stronger than Wei Zhentian before he was crippled.

Wei Zhentian had only stepped into the Huang Level a year ago and had also been engaged in secular business all along. His strength could be considered the very bottom among martial artists. A martial artist who could cripple Wei Zhentian might not necessarily be that impressive.

The martial artist from Box No. 11 had a sallow face and thick, toad-like legs. He leaped down the spectator steps two at a time, and with a ten-meter distance from the ring, he stomped fiercely on the stair.

His body shot across the ten meters like an arrow and landed on the meter-high ring.

"Excellent!"

This move garnered applause from the entire hall.

Compared to Long Xiaoshan who slowly descended the steps and honestly climbed the wooden ladder to the edge of the ring...

It was clear who was superior and who was inferior.

Sizing up Long Xiaoshan stepping onto the ring, the sallow-faced martial artist showed a trace of disdain and said, "Battles in the ring are silent, fists and kicks need no words. Young man, this is not the place for you, it's still not too late to step down."

Long Xiaoshan scratched his head and gave a simple grin, "Uncle, I came to fight because I'm getting paid for it. How about you let me win? You don't look like someone who's short on cash."

The sallow-faced martial artist indeed didn't look like he was short on cash, because, although he was a martial artist, his attire was all global designer brands, while Long Xiaoshan at a glance was just a simple countryman.

The sallow-faced martial artist's face darkened as he spoke, "It seems you'd rather have money than your life."

"Uncle, you've got it wrong. I want the money, but I want my life too," Long Xiaoshan shook his head.

"Alas, why are there always so many insatiable people in this world? Those who are greedy never live long," the sallow-faced martial artist lamented with his hands behind his back, a visage of loneliness.

There was a sense of a master's loneliness. Then, he took to the air, his foot kicking towards Long Xiaoshan—whoo! A strong whooshing sound of the wind signaled the ferocity of the kick, as if it were a great knife.

Long Xiaoshan raised his foot as well.

A hint of a cold smile appeared on the sallow-faced martial artist's face.

His kick could break a stout wooden post as thick as a bowl; could human bones be harder than wood?

Bang!

Crack!

The two feet collided mid-air.

He clearly heard the sound of bones breaking.

The sallow-faced martial artist revealed a hint of a smile, knowing the young man's leg must have broken.

After passing over Long Xiaoshan, he landed gently on the ground, but suddenly his expression changed, he let out a pained groan, and fell to the ground. Hastily looking down, he found his own lower leg twisted.