Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 183: Death Manipulator

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: Death Manipulator

Sanhe Dojo entrance.

Jiaqi Zhao stepped out after stopping the car and pushed the car door open.

She touched the Soft Sword at her short skirt’s waist.

Took a lollipop from her pocket and put it in her mouth.

She glanced sideways at Shangguan Min Yue.

"The smell of blood will be strong later, do you want to eat something sweet?"

"I don’t eat candy," Shangguan Min Yue responded.

Dressed in a black long dress, Shangguan Min Yue touched the Qingfeng Sword hanging at her waist.

Her face was veiled in black, and her phoenix eyes appeared even more fierce.

The two women stood there, exuding an aura of lethal intent.

"There might be an ambush inside, let’s enter through the back door," she suggested.

Lin Fan, having gotten out of the car, looked at the tightly shut gates of the Sanhe Dojo.

The other party was already prepared.

There was no need to stick to entering through the front gate.

"Only a sneaky person like you would prefer the back door. What does an ambush matter? I want to fight my way through," Jiaqi Zhao sneered as she turned her head to glare at Lin Fan.

"Exactly, we are not the kind to skulk around," Shangguan Min Yue added coldly.

Now, everything about Lin Fan seemed displeasing to them.

Even his breathing seemed wrong.

"Alright, since the two lady warriors are so fierce, please go ahead," Lin Fan said casually, not minding the reproach.

He took a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

After all, he was just a spectator.

Since the others weren’t keen on his advice,

he was content to watch.

"No need for your comments, we know what to do!" Jiaqi Zhao, rolling her eyes, stepped in her military boots towards the vermilion gate.

The Soft Sword in her hand was unsheathed in an instant.

Followed by a whooshing sound.

"Bang!"

The three-meter high wooden gate, under the sharp edge of the sword,

instantly split into several pieces.

It fell to the ground with a crash, kicking up a cloud of dust.

At this moment, more than twenty men were already standing at the dojo’s front courtyard.

They wore white headbands and gripped samurai swords tightly.

Standing on wooden clogs, each of their eyes brimmed with the will to battle.

"Dressed for a funeral before anyone’s dead, huh? That’s bad luck," Jiaqi Zhao said disdainfully upon seeing their attire.

"That’s called a ’bole roll’. It hides a steel plate beneath. It’s a symbol of a Woguo Martial Artist’s resolve to die in battle. Clearly, they’re ready to fight to the death," Lin Fan followed the two women across the high steps.

He looked disdainfully at the group in front of him.

They were routine samurai with little combat power,

merely novices in martial arts at best.

Trying to use them to stop these two fierce warriors

was like trying to stop a chariot with sheer man power.

"You’re just here to watch, not to comment. You better just look and keep your mouth shut," Shangguan Min Yue said coldly.

Her hand on the sword’s handle, she was ready to strike.

Clearly, they had no intentions of leaving any survivors.

"Don’t you find it strange, though? They sent such a ragtag bunch to block the way although our senior brother is already dead," Lin Fan remarked, cigarette in mouth.

The expression in the eyes of these Woguo martial masters was resolute.

They showed not the slightest fear.

This was strangely odd.

"The Jiuju Sect has been designated a global cult, and anyone can kill them; everyone has to die anyway, it doesn’t matter if they are cannon fodder or not. Just keep your eyes peeled and watch," Jiaqi Zhao said holding her Soft Sword.

She walked down the steps, step by step.

It has to be said, this hot beauty in a short skirt,

looked quite handsome when serious.

As for Shangguan Min Yue, she had already drawn out her Qingfeng Sword.

She walked forward indifferently.

These cannon fodders weren’t even worth talking to.

"Baga!"

Seeing the two women descend the steps,

the more than twenty Woguo samurai suddenly yelled out loud.

Gripping their swords in hand, they charged forward fearlessly.

Such a bizarre response of defiance in the face of obvious defeat was beyond Lin Fan’s comprehension.

Could it be that these guys were really mad?

"Screw you!"

Jiaqi, who had just suffered a defeat at Lin Fan’s hands, shouted loudly.

The soft sword in her hand surged like a snake.

Thrusting directly at the opponent’s throat.

Her figure was graceful, her sword skills excellent.

Typically, it would take only one round to pierce the opponent’s throat.

Her strikes were ruthless and brutal, a stark contrast to her trendy exterior.

"Die, you scoundrel!"

Min Yue, on this side, was no less fierce.

In her hand, the Qingfeng Sword slashed like a swimming dragon.

The blade swept through the air, bringing a chilling wind.

Following the first samurai, whose throat was slit open.

A stream of blood sprayed forth.

"Indeed, so bloody!"

Standing on the stairs, Lin Fan watched the two women fight as if slicing through vegetables.

These little devils watched as their companions fell into pools of blood.

Yet, they showed no hesitation.

Instead, they surged forward one after another.

This made him increasingly feel that something was amiss.

But since he was just a spectator, there was no need to say much.

Smoking a cigarette on the stairs, he watched the bloody spectacle before him.

It was just a few minutes.

More than twenty people had become over twenty corpses.

Even lying down, their eyes were still wide open.

"So boring, they have no skills at all!"

Jiaqi disdainfully looked at the corpses before her.

All had their throats pierced.

From the thin paper-like wounds, only a few drops of fresh blood.

If you didn’t look closely, you might think these folks were just unconscious.

"It seems like Woguo really does consist of cowards, did all the experts run away in fear?"

Min Yue sheathed her long sword.

She looked coldly at the more than ten people who died by her hand.

Their throats were slit, but not much blood had flowed.

Each sword stroke had avoided the major arteries, cutting only the windpipe.

You had to admit, killing was a gruesome affair.

But the women’s method was slick and efficient.

There was also a sense of artistry to it.

The way they killed with little bloodshed also demonstrated the women’s formidable strength.

"I feel that things are not so simple; these people died too easily, as if they were deliberately sent to die."

Lin Fan exhaled a puff of smoke.

These cannon fodders were basically coming forward to die.

This was really strange.

"All I can say is they’re foolish. They know it’s death, yet they don’t bother to hide."

Jiaqi indifferently retracted her soft sword.

Min Yue also sheathed the Qingfeng Sword.

Regarding Lin Fan’s warning, she treated it as mere nonsense.

"Tat-tat-tat..."

Just as they were preparing to storm further inside, a chaotic sound of wooden clogs echoed.

Soon after, the doors and windows of the rooms on three sides all opened.

Dozens of samurai hidden inside leaped out.

Several dozen more people surged out from the passageways on both sides.

Surrounding the entire lobby.

These, all wielding katana, did not display the earlier flurry.

And the middle-most room’s door was also pushed open.

At that moment, a brawny man dressed in a samurai outfit,

with his chest bared, sat in the central Taishi Chair.

His corpulent figure showed off a big belly.

His hair tied back on top of his head, looking like a big dumpling.

The large square face exposed a broad forehead.

A pair of sinister eyes, the corners of his mouth sporting a cold smile.

"Banshan Taoist, people from the Seven Killings Alliance all gathered, today should be interesting!"

Bai Qichao slowly straightened his body.

Barefoot, legs crossed.

"Bai Qichao, you backstabbing traitor, today is the day you die, get out here and face your death!"

Jiaqi glared at Bai Qichao and yelled furiously.

"Today someone must die, but it’s not me, it’s you. Since you’re here, don’t even think about leaving!"

Bai Qichao slowly stood up and stepped forward.

"And stop calling me Bai Qichao. I now go by Beitiao Jiancilang, but you can also call me the Master of Death!"