Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 176: The Irreversible Dragon Might

Chapter 176: Chapter 176: The Irreversible Dragon Might

In Medicine King House.

The place was bustling with people.

All of them were disciples dressed in Martial Alliance t-shirts.

At that moment, each of their eyes was bloodshot, hands clenched into fists.

In the vast courtyard, about a dozen martial masters lay there, covered in blood.

Leading them was none other than Luo Shaoyong, the younger head of the Martial Alliance.

He lay there, barely breathing.

And next to him, Luo Jiuying sat in a chair, his face as pale as death.

He couldn’t stop coughing, clearly having sustained serious internal injuries.

Watching the disciples and grandchildren lying in front of him, his fists were tightly clenched.

His nails dug into his flesh, but he didn’t seem to feel it.

"Mr. Luo, don’t worry, Lin Fan will be here soon, everything will get better. Maybe you should drink some tea first."

Li Qiqi came over carrying a teacup.

But Luo Jiuying didn’t pay her any attention.

After all, today the Martial Alliance had suffered heavy losses.

It was a fatal blow for him.

"Turnip head, don’t be angry with yourself, it would be troublesome if it harmed your body,"

Li Yizhen, who had just finished treating a few martial masters, hurriedly came over.

Although Luo Jiuying was sitting there,

he seemed unharmed.

But his internal injuries had already damaged his organs.

He was merely holding on by sheer will.

If he were to collapse, the Martial Alliance would be headless.

"Mr. Li, I am filled with hatred,"

Luo Jiuying clenched his teeth, his eyes bloody red, "As the Hierarch of the Martial Alliance, I allowed those little devils to run amok on our ancestors’ land. I have dishonored my ancestors and the position of the Hierarch of the Martial Alliance."

"The opponent is a national treasure-level master, naturally not someone we can handle, but don’t worry. Once the boss comes back, he’ll definitely take care of this for you."

Li Yizhen comforted Luo Jiuying.

But he too had his doubts.

Ever since Lin Fan killed Fujihara Kosuke,

the Martial Alliance and the Karate School had been at odds.

The other side had secretly hired a master.

It was said to be a national treasure class martial artist from Woguo.

This very morning, he had barged into the Martial Alliance meeting venue,

alone he inflicted heavy injuries on so many martial masters.

Even Luo Jiuying, who intervened, ended up with internal injuries.

Moreover, the opponent had declared that within a month, he would challenge all the martial arts schools in Jiangning,

intending to use their dismantled signs to pave roads back in their country.

This was surely the most malicious act.

"You sick men, hiding here weeping?"

Just as the group was engulfed with indignation,

the door to Medicine King House was kicked open.

A short man dressed in samurai attire, wearing wooden clogs, walked in.

He carried an oriental sword on his shoulder, taller than himself,

and walked as if he were a crab.

Following him, more than twenty men, each carrying long blades,

strode arrogantly into Medicine King House.

"Xiaoquan Jianlang, what are you doing here, get out!"

Luo Jiuying, sitting in his chair, glared furiously at the short man.

He was the new head of the Jiangning district Karate School

and also a disciple of that national treasure-level master.

"Mr. Luo, I didn’t expect you still had the energy to shout at people. It seems my master still cares too much about old ties,"

Xiaoquan Jianlang, with long blades on his shoulders, smirked arrogantly.

"Enough, this is a medical house, not a martial school, and you are not welcome here. Get out!"

Li Yizhen quickly intervened,

blocking the belligerent crowd.

Now, the elite of the Martial Alliance had already been decimated.

If they were to clash with the opponent again, they were destined to suffer losses.

"Old man, we’re not here to make trouble, we’re just here to take something,"

Xiaoquan Jianlang smirked.

He slowly raised his head, looking at the flag fluttering in the wind in the courtyard.

This was the symbol of the Martial Alliance and the foundation of its awe.

Just before his arrival, Luo Jiuying was worried about them seizing it, so he brought it here.

"Take what?"

Li Yizhen naturally did not understand the principles involved.

He asked coldly.

"Since you all have already lost, keeping the Martial Alliance’s flag is useless now. Today, I will cut it down and take it back to use as a footmat."

Xiaoquan Jianlang said with a smug smile on his face.

"Right, such a large flag could make so many footmat towels."

"I think we should keep a piece as a doormat."

"This kind of fabric should be nice; I want to use it to wipe my woman’s ass."

The martial artists following behind him laughed loudly, joining in.

Hearing that vulgar language, everyone clenched their fists tightly.

"You dare!"

Seeing the opponents pressing in, Luo Jiuying stood up with a cold face.

"You, a defeated subordinate, still dare to act fierce? Watch if I dare!"

Xiaoquan Jianlang carried that long Eastern sword.

He walked forward with a smug look on his face.

"Mr. Luo, you are seriously injured now; you cannot act impulsively... if it must be given to them, then let it be. Later, we can just buy another one. Right now, preserving life is the priority!"

Li Qiqi hurriedly stopped Luo Jiuying, who was preparing to confront them.

He could hardly stand steady now.

Let alone stop these people.

"Girl, this is the Martial Alliance’s flag. If it’s taken by these villains, how could I have the face to live in this world."

Luo Jiuying brushed off Li Qiqi’s arm.

With a tragic expression, he faced the ferocious-looking martial artists from Woguo.

At this moment, he knew he was facing death, yet he had to fight.

"All disciples, heed my command!"

"Present!"

The disciples in the yard responded loudly.

"Today, if Woguo invaders seize our flag, would you agree to it?"

Luo Jiuying, propping himself up, stood by the flagpole.

His eyes blood-red as he glared at the approaching Xiaoquan Jianlang.

"As long as the flag exists, I exist; if I perish, the flag perishes!"

Luo Shaoyong, severely injured and lying on a stretcher, struggled to stand up.

Stumbling, he gripped the flagpole, shouting furiously.

"As long as the flag exists, I exist; if I perish, the flag perishes!"

The other disciples also rushed over.

They interlocked their arms, forming a human wall in front of the flag.

Their eyes filled with blood, they glared angrily at their foes.

They couldn’t fight them off, but they wouldn’t lose their spirit.

"Today, I have decided to take this flag. Those who don’t want to die, get out of my way!"

Xiaoquan Jianlang wore a cold smirk.

He slowly placed the sword, longer than him, on the ground.

Taking a step forward, a glint of cold light reflected on the disciples’ faces.

"You little devils...I fuck your grandmothers..."

"Come on, you things bred by turtles, if I move, I’m a disgrace to my ancestors!"

"Fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations, you animals, try stepping over your grandpa’s dead body!"

The dozens of disciples, with eyes wide open.

The hatred ingrained in their genes made them seem like dying wild animals.

They roared endlessly.

"What a bunch of lowly tough nuts. Let’s see if your bones are harder or my sword in my hand. You won’t give way, right? Then, I will cut down all of you together!"

Xiaoquan Jianlang’s lips curled into a cruel smile.

Today, his purpose for coming here was to bloodily cleanse the Martial Alliance.

Thus, his right hand holding the sword, he channeled all his strength into the blade.

Following this, he stepped quickly forward, his right hand sweeping the sword in a silver arc.

He slashed at the disciples standing there with a sweeping cut.

The sound of the blade tearing through the air was deafening.

Qi Qi screamed, covering her ears with her hands and crouching on the ground.

With this strike, some were sure to be bloodily struck down on the spot.

"Clang!"