Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 127: You Only Remember the Good, Not the Bad

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: You Only Remember the Good, Not the Bad

Before the martial arts dojo, chaos reigned.

About seventy to eighty disciples of Sanhe Hall, all dressed in white training gear, displayed an imposing demeanor.

Leading them was a burly man with a black belt tied around his waist.

He was particularly arrogant, hands on his hips.

The disciples of the Martial Alliance, however, were clad in black.

They blocked them at the entrance.

"Fujihara Kosuke, you dare to cause trouble at the Martial Alliance!"

Luo Shaoyong, who rushed out first, helped two injured disciples to their feet.

His eyes angrily glared at the guy opposite him.

That guy was Fujihara Kosuke, the master of Sanhe Hall and the one who had injured his father last time.

"You’re not qualified to talk to me, tell your father to come out!"

Fujihara Kosuke twisted his mouth.

The small mustache under his nose made him look even more sinister.

"You dare to insult my father, I’ll take your life!"

Luo Shaoyong, frantic with rage, rolled up his sleeves, ready to make a move.

Fortunately, Luo Jiuying, who had hurried over, firmly held him by the shoulder.

"This guy is not weak, you’re no match for him, leave this to me to handle."

Luo Jiuying knew well that this guy was ruthless.

If his son charged forward, he would only embarrass himself.

"Luo, long time no see, I heard you’ve rarely shown your face since our last fight; couldn’t be because I beat you so badly that you couldn’t get up?"

Fujihara Kosuke wore a sleazy grin.

The disciples of Sanhe Hall behind him laughed loudly, hands on their hips.

"Nonsense, with your soft, weak punches, you couldn’t even kill a mosquito."

Luo Jiuying naturally wouldn’t admit to this.

The two, with hands on their hips, locked eyes.

There was an obvious tension in the air.

"Only those who’ve been beaten know how painful it is, and today, I’m not here to expose your wounds. Your bastard disciples injured mine. Hand them over, and we’ll call it even."

Fujihara Kosuke said with a face full of contempt.

"Nonsense, you openly harassed innocent women, more than ten of you against just two or three of us, and you still want us to hand over people, have you no shame?"

Luo Shaoyong, knowing the full story, immediately stepped forward.

If they handed over anyone now, the Martial Alliance might as well close up shop.

"What do you mean ’innocent women’? In my eyes, they’re just everyday items for us, only pretending to be modest because the price wasn’t right. But I must say, your women are indeed very seductive, quite delightful to use, especially my female disciples, who are no better than dogs at the beck and call of others!"

Fujihara Kosuke wore a sleazy grin.

While speaking, he even looked back over his shoulder.

Yet those women also appeared shy.

Not at all ashamed.

"Fujihara Kosuke, don’t think your few scoundrels mean you can bully everyone here. If the current laws permitted, this land would not welcome your kind. Didn’t your ancestors also try to come in, only to be beaten back? Do you still want to follow in their footsteps today?"

Luo Jiuying clenched his fists, glaring fiercely at Fujihara Kosuke.

This guy was clearly here to stir up trouble today.

"Some things weren’t achieved in the past, but now they surely can be, ’Luo’ don’t waste words, I’m asking you today, are you handing them over or not?"

Fujihara Kosuke, with a fierce glint in his eyes, glared at Luo Jiuying.

Regardless of his response.

The Martial Alliance wouldn’t continue any longer today.

"Nonsense, Laozi wants you to hand over those who injured my disciples."

Luo Jiuying knew well that the other party came with ill intentions.

With a stern face, he was ready.

"It looks like we can’t come to an agreement today, so according to the rules of martial arts, let our fists and feet determine the victor. If you lose, hand over the people and take down the signboard of this Martial Alliance!"

Fujihara Kosuke stepped back, fists clenched.

After the last contest, he had pinpointed Luo Jiuying’s weaknesses.

Today, he was utterly confident.

"You little devil, thinking of taking down my signboard, I’ll break your bones!"

Luo Jiuying rolled up his sleeves, and pushed his palms forward.

Since talking couldn’t resolve it, only a demonstration of their skills under their fists and feet would.

"You overconfident fool, today marks the end of your Martial Alliance!"

Without further small talk, Fujihara Kosuke launched an attack with both fists, seizing the initiative.

He aimed directly at the midsection, his fists generating a fierce wind.

"Big words for someone who isn’t capable, today you’ll learn what Zhonghua Martial Arts truly is!"

Luo Jiuying’s palms opened and closed to his left and right.

He effortlessly deflected the fierce onslaught from his opponent.

At the same time, his feet moved in the Seven Star Steps, maintaining a calm and balanced defense and offense.

When two great masters made their move, they went all out.

Within a ten-meter radius, the wind from their strikes howled.

Amidst the flickering shadows, everyone else had no choice but to retreat.

Meanwhile, Li Yizhen, standing behind the crowd, was naturally an outsider to this.

He craned his neck trying to see, yet he couldn’t tell who was stronger or weaker.

"Boss, isn’t it said that ’the young fear the fists and the old fear the sticks’? In this barehanded fight, isn’t Luo at a disadvantage?"

Not understanding, he could only seek advice from Lin Fan beside him.

After all, his understanding of martial arts was so profound that even Luo Jiuying felt inferior.

"That only applies when the fighters’ abilities are equal. Young people have better stamina and a greater capacity to withstand hits, but today’s situation is different. Mr. Luo hasn’t been slacking off recently; his martial arts have greatly improved, and his energy alone is enough to completely overwhelm the opponent. As long as he doesn’t get too arrogant, he won’t lose."

Lin Fan looked relaxed.

The two might have been fast, but not faster than his eyes.

In both technique and power, Luo Jiuying was a notch above him.

"This cunning old man, he’s secretly been learning and improving. Looks like I need to delve into medicine and stop just idly playing chess with him."

Hearing that his old friend was likely to win, Li Yizhen finally felt relieved.

"Winning and conquering are two different things; he just needs to remember the hits and not just the victories."

Lin Fan squinted his eyes, observing the two fighters in the fray.

The improved Luo Jiuying was now completely dominating.

His iron palms continuously struck at Fujihara Kosuke’s chest.

The successive heavy hits pushed him back five or six steps.

"Pu!"

Fujihara Kosuke spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Clutching his chest, he stared intently at Luo Jiuying.

He had never anticipated that in just a few days,

Luo Jiuying would improve so quickly, his strength now completely overwhelming his own.

"Little foreigner, now do you understand what Zhonghua Martial Arts is? Weren’t you arrogantly threatening to tear down my sign just a moment ago?"

Luo Jiuying stepped forward, his face as stern as water.

His eyes gleamed with a chilling intent to kill.

"I was wrong..."

Originally, one might have expected Fujihara Kosuke to struggle desperately like a cornered beast,

Or perhaps run away with lingering resentment.

Unexpectedly, he kneeled down on both knees.

Hands stretched out, he directly prostrated on the ground, knocking his forehead to the ground repeatedly.

"This little foreigner admits his fault rather quickly, get down on his knees just like that, truly a spineless creature,"

Luo Jiuying looked at Fujihara Kosuke with a face full of surprise.

This guy knelt so smoothly.

"I am no match, useless against you. Please, Mr. Luo, spare my life!"

Ignoring the disapproval of those around him,

Fujihara Kosuke on the ground kept begging pitifully.

His behavior was indeed like a whimpering dog.

But Lin Fan in the crowd frowned slightly at Luo Jiuying, who was standing with his hands on his hips.

This guy really never learned from his mistakes.

"You dog-like thing, today you know what the Celestial Empire is..."

Luo Jiuying sneered, his speech tinged with a sense of superiority.

But suddenly, the kneeling Fujihara Kosuke moved.

His right hand reached back, and he pulled a short blade from his bosom.

He swept it toward Luo Jiuying’s throat.