Invincible Immortal Doctor
Chapter 87: Grandmaster’s Strike

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Grandmaster’s Strike

Wan Chuanxiong rose to his feet and walked towards an unoccupied area of the courtyard. He looked at Su Luo and said, "Since that’s the case, let me see if Xiao Da died at your hands unjustly!"

Su Luo also walked over, standing face to face with Wan Chuanxiong.

He didn’t waste words, simply saying, "Make your move."

"I’ll give you thirty seconds to prepare, to bring yourself to your peak condition," Wan Chuanxiong said.

Su Luo didn’t refuse.

In fact, he was already gathering his strength, with the True Qi from the Fifth Level of Qi Refinement swirling within him.

He was very clear that his strength was far inferior to that of Wan Chuanxiong.

Therefore, Su Luo planned to circulate his True Qi in the Tai Chi manner, intending to use its technique to divert the overwhelming force of Wan Chuanxiong’s expected palm strike.

Of course, the best defense is a good offense.

Thus, Su Luo had no intention of just defending; he planned to balance his power with the Tai Chi Yin Yang Path and achieve unity between offense and defense.

Although Su Luo and Wan Chuanxiong hadn’t yet clashed,

the atmosphere in the arena had become somewhat tense and grim.

That made Rose involuntarily tense up.

Previously, when facing Zhou Shihao, she hadn’t been so nervous, but now, seeing Su Luo about to take a palm strike from Wan Chuanxiong, she felt even more anxious, her heart fluttering with worry for Su Luo.

And she wasn’t the only one; Shen Qingzhi felt the same way.

She had been trying her best to remain calm, so as not to let Zhou Shihao notice her concern for Su Luo, but she was human, not a deity, incapable of perfectly concealing all her emotions.

As a result, Shen Qingzhi also subconsciously gripped Rose’s hand tightly, her full chest heaving more pronouncedly than before.

Through her breathing rhythm, one could feel that Shen Qingzhi’s heart was not as calm and composed as she appeared on the surface.

However, at that moment, all eyes from Zhou Mansion, including Zhou Shihao and Zhao Li, were on Su Luo and Wan Chuanxiong, so no one noticed Shen Qingzhi.

In the arena,

the thirty seconds passed quickly.

"Su Luo, your time is up," Wan Chuanxiong opened his eyes, looking at Su Luo once more.

"Come on," Su Luo responded.

"Take this," Wan Chuanxiong said only two words and suddenly made his move.

His speed was incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, he had crossed several meters, appearing before Su Luo, his palm striking directly at Su Luo’s chest.

It seemed to be just a simple move.

But only Su Luo, the one directly involved, could understand how powerful it truly was.

The fierce sound of the air tearing as the palm moved was evidence of its power.

Especially the force of Inner Strength gathered in the palm, which had already taken shape, a clear sign of Inner Strength being projected outward, ready to explode with his palm strike.

Controlled at will.

This was a prowess completely beyond that of an Inner Strength Expert.

After all, a hallmark of a Martial Arts Grandmaster was the ability to project their Inner Strength, condensing it into Protective Gang Qi.

It meant that if a Martial Arts Grandmaster wanted to kill someone, they could simply condense their Inner Strength and release it from a distance, killing their target unseen. In contrast, an Inner Strength Expert would need a medium, such as steel needles or pebbles, to momentarily carry their Inner Strength, unable to kill someone from a distance with their bare hands.

At this moment, although Wan Chuanxiong hadn’t truly externalized his Inner Strength, the ferocity of his palm strike was beyond comparison with Lin Jiangpu, Xiao Da, and others.

A feeling of extreme crisis surged up in Su Luo’s heart in an instant.

He dared not be careless.

With his left hand forming a palm, True Qi concentrated within it as if he was wearing a True Qi glove to protect his hand. Using the technique of Tai Chi Strength, he skillfully diverted the power of Wan Chuanxiong’s palm strike.

But Su Luo was well aware that even doing so, he wouldn’t be able to fully withstand that palm strike.

After all, such power was too much for him to absorb.

So, at the same time, Su Luo clenched his right hand into a fist and executed Lightning Fist.

His fist was as fast as lightning, unbelievably quick—so much so that one could faintly hear the crackle of electric arcs, imbued with an authoritarian essence, carrying the might of thunder as it directly targeted Wan Chuanxiong’s heart.

A hint of surprise flickered in Wan Chuanxiong’s eyes.

He had not expected that Su Luo would know Tai Chi and understand how to deflect his power with the technique of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds.

Even less had he anticipated that Su Luo would counterattack while defending, with such a ruthlessly domineering punch at that—its speed verging on the extreme.

If the gap in their strength had not been so substantial, that punch could have posed a lethal threat to him.

Of course, Wan Chuanxiong was also astonished by Su Luo’s combat awareness; facing such a blow from a Martial Arts Grandmaster, he still dared to think about counterattacking.

Attack and defense as one.

This was undoubtedly the best approach.

For Su Luo, whether he chose to only defend or only attack, facing such a palm strike from his opponent, it would be difficult to resist.

But now, with both attack and defense at play, the result was different.

His left hand wielded Tai Chi, employing mere ounces to move large force to dissipate part of Wan Chuanxiong’s power, while the rest, due to Su Luo’s punch, forced Wan Chuanxiong to divide his attention. If Su Luo could indeed repel him, then the power of his palm strike would have part of its force pulled back.

At that time, the damage to Su Luo would be limited.

"Nice idea, but pity the strength gap is too big, it won’t work," Wan Chuanxiong snorted coldly. He didn’t bother to defend against Su Luo’s punch, letting Su Luo’s fist hit his chest directly.

"Bang!"

A rebounding force suddenly exploded from Wan Chuanxiong’s chest.

"Pfff!"

Su Luo instantly spat out blood, flew backward seven or eight meters, and fell to the ground.

"Su Luo."

Rose’s complexion changed drastically upon seeing this. She turned pale, quickly got up, and rushed towards Su Luo.

Shen Qingzhi instinctively started to stand up as well, but her backside barely lifted before she calmly sat back down without drawing attention to herself.

Her knuckles turned white from clenching, her breath hitched, yet her expression remained unchanged—as if the sight of Su Luo being struck by Wan Chuanxiong to the point of spitting blood and falling to the ground didn’t concern her much.

Wan Chuanxiong’s face also underwent a slight change.

His brows furrowed slightly.

He had been careless.

He had assumed that Su Luo’s punch, even if it landed on him, wouldn’t be able to break through his Protective Gang Qi and would instead shock Su Luo into injury.

In reality, it was indeed the case.

Under Su Luo’s punch, his Protective Gang Qi was not shattered, and Su Luo was indeed shocked into injury. Coupled with Wan Chuanxiong’s palm strike force, it caused Su Luo to spit blood and fly backward.

However, his chest did feel a jolt of pain, especially his heart, which experienced a sense of discomfort.

The force from Su Luo’s punch was much stronger than he had anticipated, affecting him.

Even though it was not severe, it was enough to startle him.

He was, after all, a Martial Arts Grandmaster, whereas Su Luo was merely an Inner Strength Expert. Not only had Su Luo’s inner strength not fully matured, failing to reach the Ninth Segment Peak Realm, but in terms of martial arts, he was also a full realm below. Given such a vast gap in strength, it was unthinkable that Su Luo could inflict even slight damage on him during a direct confrontation.

"Su Luo, how are you? Don’t scare me!"

Rose rushed over, immediately supporting Su Luo, her eyes moistening, on the verge of tears.

If it hadn’t been for her, Su Luo wouldn’t have needed to take such a risk today, nor would he have sustained such a grave injury, and this filled Rose with worry and remorse.