Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 471 True Dragon Against Evil Jiao

Chapter 471: Chapter 471 True Dragon Against Evil Jiao

Accompanied by a sound that seemed like mournful music,

another group of people appeared on the opposite side of the street.

The women leading the procession wore loose kimonos and wooden clogs on their feet.

Their faces were painted a deathly white.

The loose garments brought to mind the image of an old mountain demon.

The exaggerated hairstyles and strange movements immediately piqued the curiosity of the onlookers.

"This must be the geisha street procession," someone commented.

"How odd, it’s even more somber than when my grandfather passed away," another remarked.

"In the dead of night like this, I thought I saw a ghost," a third added.

"These Japanese just love to dampen the mood, turning fine women into ghost-like figures!" yelled another.

"I’ve heard this thing is called the Summer Festival, a traditional holiday in Japan!" someone else piped in.

The bystanders along the street were discussing the scene, but their conversation wasn’t changing anything.

The women continued to dance gracefully, but their eerie demeanor made people uncomfortable.

At that moment, Lin Fan was also frowning, looking at the approaching geisha troupe.

"What’s this Japanese performance about?" he wondered aloud.

"Boss, it’s the Japanese dragon dance team!"

Luo Jiuying, who was holding the dragon’s head, shouted loudly.

Because of his involvement with the dragon dance, he naturally recognized similar celebrations from all around the world.

"Japanese dragon dance?"

Lin Fan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

His mind was racing with thoughts.

Logically, with the Jiazi Project currently underway,

Hino Hiroshi wouldn’t have allowed these Japanese to show off like this.

Yet at that moment, the grand procession had already arrived nearby.

The leading geisha split to the left and right,

and a drumming team of dozens rushed in.

The women, clad in tight red kimonos with double-sided drums hanging in front of them,

moved apart once more as the thunderous sound of the drums echoed.

It was only then that Lin Fan, standing opposite them, could clearly see what was hidden behind them.

There was a black procession, its length nearly matching that of the dragon dance team on his side.

The difference, however, was that they were half-crouching as they moved along.

If one didn’t look carefully, they might mistake them for a centipede crawling over.

As for the leading head of the dragon, it was not the image of a five-clawed golden dragon,

but rather an evil dragon with a single horn.

They advanced close to the ground, yet their speed was not slow.

Moving in an S-shape along to the beat of the drum, they took up all four lanes of the road.

"The Japanese are challenging us to a showdown,"

Luo Jiuying spat into his palm and, shouldering the head of the dragon, turned back to look at his disciples.

"My students, put all your strength into this! Knock that evil dragon down!"

"Yes!"

Upon hearing the command, the hundred-plus disciples’ eyes widened with determination.

Over the years, the Martial Alliance and the Woguo dojos had accumulated too many grudges.

Amplified by the awakening of their bloodlines, they felt a surge of fiery energy.

"Give me a charge drum! Charge!"

In a dragon dance showdown, the standing side wins, the fallen side loses.

Following Luo Jiuying’s order,

the drummers, led by the young master Luo Shaoyong, summoned all their strength.

The thunderous sounds of drums filled the air,

as Luo Jiuying, holding high the golden dragon, charged towards the evil dragon on the other side.

The Lion Dance Team also charged forward with roaring momentum.

And beside the rival dragon, dozens of men in turtle shells rolled out.

Their faces painted black, they directly faced the oncoming lions.

Suddenly, a chaotic battle unfolded on the street.

The spectators watching thought it was a special performance.

Excited smiles spread across their faces as they held up their mobile phones high.

But Lin Fan’s brow was furrowed,

because he knew that this seemingly performative ceremony,

had turned into a brawl.

With the golden dragon locked in battle with the evil dragon, the disciples holding up the dragon could only kick at their opponents’ dragon.

But the metal scales were impenetrable.

Instead, the crouching evil dragon, after defending, suddenly rolled over in unison,

targeting their opponents’ lower bodies.

A moment of carelessness, and one would be cut by the hook hidden in the opponent’s hand.

Fallen disciples littered the ground, causing Luo Jiuying’s heart to ache.

"You crafty little devils, circling around me like that!"

The opponents had clearly come prepared.

If this turned into a proper fight, the unarmed Golden Dragon on this side would clearly be at a disadvantage.

So, Luo Jiuying issued an order, and the giant dragon quickly started revolving around him as the center.

Just now, over a dozen tables had been stacked up in front of the Phoenix Building to form a high platform.

It was originally prepared for the final bow.

But now, it had become the best defense.

As Luo Jiuying held high the dragon’s head and climbed onto the platform, over ten meters high,

The entire giant dragon coiled around the platform into a ball.

At the same time, disciples who were free pulled out the wooden sticks used for the dragon dance.

They hurled them toward the opponent’s metal skins.

Amid a series of strikes, the little devils hidden under the malevolent serpent were struck, grasping their bleeding faces as they fell to the ground.

Elsewhere, the lion group and the tortoise shells also clashed fiercely.

The pairs of lion dancers, however, were at a disadvantage because both their hands were occupied, thus they could only grapple with the opponents.

Both sides suffered injuries, and the fight had reached its climax.

Lu Feifei, having heard the news, walked over to Lin Fan with a puzzled expression.

"Master, what’s happening?"

"I’m not sure either, but it seems to me that they’re not here for the Phoenix Building, but rather to make trouble for the Martial Alliance."

Lin Fan had been watching the battle all along.

The opponents had been targeting the Martial Alliance from the start.

The specific reasons were unclear.

But previously, the Martial Alliance had had a conflict with the Sanhe Dojo and had even lost a person.

It made sense for the opponents to come for retaliation now.

"The main road is completely blocked now, and many guests can’t get in, what do we do?"

Lu Feifei was anxious.

Half the guests were still outside.

And the guests inside the house were now standing at the windows, gazing outward.

If this situation dragged on, it would upset the auspicious timing.

"Almost over, it should be ending soon!"

Lin Fan rubbed his chin.

The Martial Alliance’s Golden Dragon clearly had the upper hand.

Under the onslaught of clubs and sticks, the opponent’s malevolent serpent was heavily injured.

A little more and it should be all over.

"Beep beep beep..."

Just as Lin Fan’s words fell, a piercing, sharp noise sounded.

Immediately after, the malevolent serpent encircling the Golden Dragon suddenly twisted.

"Puff puff puff..."

A noxious fluid sprayed out from the sides of the malevolent serpent.

Instantly, it coated the Golden Dragon at the center.

Before the crowd could react from their astonishment,

A few sparks landed on the Golden Dragon.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a muffled explosion,

The Golden Dragon was instantly enveloped in raging flames.

Caught off guard, many disciples were burned.

It was only when they were rolling on the ground that they realized something was wrong.

"It’s kerosene... retreat quickly!"

The body of the Golden Dragon, originally made from straw, was an excellent combustible material when paired with coarse cloth.

The burning kerosene turned the Golden Dragon into a fire dragon in an instant.

As a large number of disciples abandoned the dragon body and rolled away,

The central area’s Luo Jiuying was completely engulfed by the fierce flames.

"Master, hurry and run!"

A few disciples around Luo Jiuying urgently implored him.

The fire was too great to be extinguished.

"No, the dragon’s head cannot fall, or else how will the Martial Alliance command respect in the future? You go first!"

Grasping the three hundred or more pounds of the dragon’s head, Luo Jiuying knew he couldn’t escape with such a cumbersome load.

Yet if the dragon’s head was destroyed, how could he face his deceased master who had taught him?

So, he lifted his foot and kicked the disciples off the platform.

Rather than compromising, he would rather sacrifice his life—so that the Golden Dragon would never bow its head!

This was the final dignity of a martial artist.