Ultimate Village Doctor

"I've waited so long that I'm almost asleep. Are you done yet? It must be my turn now."

In the utter silence, one could hear a pin drop.

This faint voice, though not loud, reached everyone's ears.

In an instant, all eyes turned toward the source of the sound.

At the edge of the arena, Long Xiaoshan appeared as if he had just woken up, stretched languidly, and slowly stood up.

A thought rose in everyone's mind.

Courting death!

Yu Cheng, with the fierce reputation of killing a member of the Tang Family, was overwhelmingly domineering.

Didn't you see that not a single big shot in the audience dared to utter a sound? Yet Long Xiaoshan dared to speak at this moment; had this kid been scared silly?

Even Wang Sihai was keeping his head down at this time, for Yu Cheng was too ferocious, daring to kill people from the Tang Family. Even if, in his heart, Long Xiaoshan was almost akin to a Heavenly Being, Wang Sihai still believed that compared to the untouchable Tang Family, Long Xiaoshan couldn't be mentioned in the same breath.

Chun Tao was so anxious she felt like crying.

She rushed to the doorway of the private box and yelled, "Xiaoshan, come back! Don't go up there."

If not for Wang Sihai having his people stop her.

Chun Tao would have charged down already.

Now that Yu Cheng's murderous intent had risen, aiming to use overwhelming martial force to intimidate the entire Hechuan City, whoever dared to provoke him was courting death.

And at this time, Long Xiaoshan chose to provoke Yu Cheng.

This battle had become inevitable.

No one could stop it.

Long Xiaoshan turned his head, smiled faintly, "Taozi, it's okay, I'm not afraid of him."

After saying this, Long Xiaoshan took one slow step at a time, ascending the stairs beside the arena.

When Long Xiaoshan finally stood firm on the stage,

Wei Zhentian burst out of the private box, bellowing, "Kill him, Senior Brother! Kill this little beast!"

The hatred of having his Dantian destroyed was more distressing than being killed.

Yu Cheng, looking at Long Xiaoshan as he approached, hadn't actually expected that Long Xiaoshan would dare to stand out at this time. Ah, youth, truly like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers. At this moment, he indeed had some admiration for Long Xiaoshan's courage.

However, admiration was just admiration.

He had originally intended to kill Long Xiaoshan to avenge Wei Zhentian.

Now Long Xiaoshan dared to challenge him while he was suppressing the heavyweights of Hechuan City.

If he didn't forcefully kill Long Xiaoshan now, how could he command respect!

With a casual flick, Yu Cheng threw Tang Mo's body down from the arena.

With his hands behind his back, he said indifferently, "I didn't expect you to have the guts to step forward. In recognition of your courage, I will leave a whole corpse for you later."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Long Xiaoshan replied calmly, "Just because of what you said, I will give you a quick end as well."

Yu Cheng's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he burst into hearty laughter, "Good, very good!"

At the second "good," Yu Cheng had already stepped on the ground and swung a palm towards Long Xiaoshan's head, the dull sound of the palm wind sweeping over the arena, the pitch-black hand flickering with a metallic luster.

If this palm struck, even if Long Xiaoshan's head were made of iron, it would be flattened.

Long Xiaoshan stood with his feet apart, neither dodging nor evading, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. Watching the fierce iron palm, he remained unmoved, pulled his fist back, and with a sudden arc, it shot out like an arrow released from a drawn bow.

Bang!

The fist and palm collided rapidly, emitting a thunderous noise.

To everyone's astonishment,

It was Yu Cheng who stumbled backward.

Long Xiaoshan, aside from tremors running through his body, had not moved from his spot.

"How is this possible!"

No one had expected that in a head-on collision, Long Xiaoshan would actually have the upper hand.

Even Yu Cheng had not anticipated this.

Although he had only exerted thirty percent of his strength just now, with his Half-Step Profound Level capabilities, thirty percent of his power should have been more than enough to cripple a martial artist at the Huang Level Middle Stage.

Based on Long Xiaoshan's previously demonstrated strength, he seemed to be at most equivalent to that sallow-faced martial artist. To say that he was at the Huang Level Middle Stage was already giving him too much credit.

"I didn't expect you were hiding your strength!"

Yu Cheng said coldly.

Long Xiaoshan simply smiled without saying a word.

Yu Cheng's face darkened and he sneered with a chilling smile, "Well then, let me show you my true power!"

With a muffled roar reminiscent of a tiger's bellow, Yu Cheng's body seemed to suddenly grow three inches taller. His bare arms swelled as if injected with molten iron, his body glided forward, and he appeared ghost-like at Long Xiaoshan's side.

A palm strike descended!

Like lightning!

This palm strike was worlds apart from the previous one.

The ferocious palm wind kicked up a storm, tearing the air apart, and compared to the palm that flung Tang Mo just before, it was not much different. It was powerful enough to blow away a martial artist at the Late Huang Level with a single strike.

The Iron Palm had yet to arrive.

The roaring palm wind already had Long Xiaoshan's clothes flapping wildly!

Facing this violent Iron Palm.

Long Xiaoshan's expression remained calm. He suddenly stomped on the ground, his right foot drawing a semicircle to form a pivot point, his body leaning backwards as if he were an arrow pulled back on a fully drawn bow, and he launched a punch with explosive force.

Bang!

That punch, like the roar of a cannon, shredded the air!

This punch was several times more powerful than the previous one!

Even Yu Cheng, pressing down with his Iron Palm, had his expression change abruptly. He had not anticipated that Long Xiaoshan had concealed so much strength; that last punch still wasn't his true power.

Watching the fist that thundered towards him like a cannonball.

Tearing through the palm wind!

Yu Cheng no longer had time to retract his palm, he could only press down with all his might!

Boom!

At the center of their clash, ripples visible to the naked eye radiated outwards explosively!

The fences on the stage were swept up by the strong wind, uprooted from their places.

Splat!

Yu Cheng spat out blood!

He was sent flying, falling off the stage, and stumbled back more than ten meters on the ground before he came to a stop.

Everyone in the audience had their eyes wide open, witnessing this scene.

Even Wei Zhentian, who was roaring, suddenly stopped as if his throat had been grabbed.

In his eyes, the nearly invincible Yu Cheng had actually been sent flying!

Equally shocked were the many Hechuan bigshots and spectators present. They had witnessed firsthand how arrogant and insurmountable Yu Cheng had been. Even Tang Mo, the top-level expert from the Tang Family, couldn't withstand his palm and had his neck broken by him.

The impact Yu Cheng had given them just before was too intense.

So much so that now, the sight of Yu Cheng being punched by Long Xiaoshan and spewing blood was almost absurd!

From the beginning to the end, Long Xiaoshan was the one least noticed.

Dressed in items from a roadside stall, his face bore a look of simplicity, reminiscent of a farm boy.

Who would have thought that this farm boy was actually a true dragon in disguise?

Down below the stage, Yu Cheng finally steadied himself. He stared intently at Long Xiaoshan, blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, his chest heaving violently like a bellows, and with bloodied teeth, he spat out word by word, "I didn't expect that at such a young age, you've already cultivated to the Huang Level Peak! And your schemes run so deep, biding your time until now to reveal your strength!"

"I'm not at the Huang Level Peak," Long Xiaoshan shook his head.

"Haha, you still want to deny it even now?" Yu Cheng's eyes were filled with a dark and murderous glint as he slowly said, "But it ends here. Whether you admit it or not, today you will die here. To kill a twenty-year-old at the Huang Level Peak, this battle will not have been in vain."

Yu Cheng's eyes suddenly bulged, and bloodshot veins spread out as he let out a series of hoarse roars. His already abnormally strong arms swelled even larger, nearly as thick as his waist, covered in blue veins and as dark as iron...