Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 140: Sparring in the Courtyard

Chapter 140: Chapter 140: Sparring in the Courtyard

Lu Shengguo was stunned for a moment, then after thinking it over, he nodded and said, "Yes. I now feel like my body is filled with strength, as if I’ve returned to my prime... Is there something wrong with that?"

Fang Bai said, "The physical functions of the elderly decline significantly. Practicing such a fist technique is equivalent to overdrawing one’s life. Although it may make one feel extremely excited in the short term, over time, there will be adverse consequences. Insomnia is just a minor problem..."

Yang Hu’s face looked ugly, and his eyebrows twitched a few times as he wanted to retort Fang Bai but couldn’t find a reason to do so.

In fact, upon hearing Fang Bai’s words, Yang Hu also felt there was some truth to them.

While Yang Hu himself practiced Wudang Pure Yang Fist, he would also practice Tai Chi Fist and other more yielding and gentle skills. Therefore, the phenomenon of heightened spirits that Lu Shengguo experienced during his practice had never occurred to him; at most, it just made him feel energized.

After carefully pondering Fang Bai’s words, Yang Hu increasingly felt that he had led Old Master Lu astray.

With that thought, Yang Hu couldn’t help but feel a flush of heat on his face, filled with embarrassment and shame.

Having observed the look on Yang Hu’s face, Lu Shengguo seemed to understand something. He was not angry but waved his hand and said, "Let’s not talk about this. Doctor Fang, Yang Hu, why don’t the two of you spar a little in martial arts and give us something to watch?"

Although Yang Hu was not the topmost in strength among Lu Shengguo’s security forces, he was first-rate. Lu Shengguo would only feel at ease learning fist techniques from Fang Bai if Fang Bai could defeat him.

If Fang Bai’s strength was not much to speak of, then his fist techniques would not be much either, and Lu Shengguo would have no interest in learning them.

"Doctor Fang, please teach me."

Yang Hu voluntarily walked to the center of the courtyard, gave Fang Bai a gentle fist salute, and adopted an inviting gesture.

Fang Bai sighed, appearing reluctant as he walked over to face Yang Hu, and drawled, "Come on then."

He did not take any defensive stance, just stood there with a careless demeanor, waiting for Yang Hu to launch an attack.

Yang Hu’s gaze was fixed intently on Fang Bai, his fists clenched tight. Knowing that Fang Bai was a formidable opponent, he didn’t rush to attack. Instead, he started moving in a certain footwork pattern, circling around Fang Bai.

The speed of his movements grew faster and faster, until his figure began to blur. Lu Shengguo, feeling a bit impatient and somewhat dizzy, shouted, "Yang Hu, what’s with all this circling? Just attack already!"

After circling Fang Bai over a dozen times and seeing that Fang Bai seemed full of openings yet simultaneously without any at all, Yang Hu hesitated. Hearing Old Master Lu’s shout, knowing that the old master was growing impatient, he felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

Ah—

Yang Hu let out a roar, slid his foot forward, and his right fist shot forth directly at Fang Bai’s chest.

There was no fancy technique to his punch; it was straight and simple, but the force behind it was remarkable.

A few fallen leaves on the ground of the small courtyard were swept up by the force of his punch, flying towards Fang Bai along with his own charging figure.

A slight tear of the air could be heard as those tiny leaves passed through the air, as if they were sharp and formidable throwing weapons.

One of the leaves grazed by Fang Bai’s side, and with a faint "pfft" sound, it embedded deeply into the locust tree behind Fang Bai, engulfing the entire leaf.

If it had been an ordinary person, just this leaf alone could have killed them.

Unfortunately, Lu Shengguo, Lu Xingping, and Li Yujie were all mere mortals and only saw the leaves chaotically flying around due to the force of Yang Hu’s punch, blissfully unaware of the peril within.

Even Tang Wenrou, a Quasi-Martial Artist, hadn’t noticed the leaves nailed into the tree trunk; she only knew that their flight was not as simple as it seemed.

The distance between Yang Hu and Fang Bai was less than two zhang, a negligible distance for a Martial Artist. With a mere flicker, Yang Hu was already standing in front of Fang Bai.

Those few leaves, of course, couldn’t harm Fang Bai and all flew past him, on either side of his body.

Compared to the leaves, Yang Hu’s fist undoubtedly posed a greater power and threat.

Yang Hu’s punch was straightforward and swift, swift as thunder, faster than lightning, and it contained the True Essence Force of a Profound Level Martial Artist.

Others might only see the speed, ferocity, and precision of this punch; however, only a Martial Artist enveloped by the force of this punch could understand its peril and terror, as if watching a thousand-pound bell pestle hurtling straight towards them.

As a Profound Level Martial Artist, Yang Hu’s attacks reached the realm where he could unleash and withdraw them at will. Considering that Fang Bai was a guest of Old Master Lu, Yang Hu decided that should Fang Bai fail to dodge or defend against his attack, he would immediately withdraw and hold back his punch.

When the fist was just a foot away from Fang Bai’s chest, Fang Bai’s body subtly shifted to the side, narrowly evading Yang Hu’s straight punch at the critical moment.

Yang Hu’s fully charged punch grazed past Fang Bai’s chest, striking the air, causing him to be taken aback. Seeing Fang Bai evade with such ease, he knew he had underestimated his opponent.

Though surprised, he did not panic. He pushed against the ground with the ball of his foot, propelling his body backward a zhang. Then he crossed his arms in front of his chest, taking a defensive stance to prevent Fang Bai from seizing the opportunity to attack.

"You’re worried about hurting me and making Old Master Lu lose face, so you’re holding back, aren’t you? Come on, attack me full force. If your fists or kicks can touch my body, I’ll admit defeat! Even if I get hurt, I won’t let Old Master Lu blame you!"

Fang Bai said with a smile, watching Yang Hu’s serious and solemn expression.

Yang Hu glanced at Lu Shengguo, seemingly seeking his approval.

Lu Shengguo’s eyes also held some discernment. Seeing that Yang Hu would not have an easy time defeating Fang Bai, he frowned and said, "Doctor Fang, fists and kicks are blind; aren’t you afraid of getting hurt?"

Fang Bai replied with a proud smile, "Old Master, you should be worried not about me but about your security captain here!"

Lu Shengguo laughed heartily, "You’re all Martial Artists; minor injuries will heal quickly. Just don’t fight to the death or inflict serious damage. Yang Hu, go ahead and fight freely!"

Upon receiving the command, Yang Hu let out a thunderous roar, his momentum surging.

"He really has been hiding his strength!"

Tang Wenrou felt the increasing pressure from Yang Hu and had to take two steps back.

Being a Quasi-Martial Artist, her endurance was somewhat stronger. When she looked at Lu Shengguo, Lu Xingping, and Li Yujie, she noticed they had moved even further back, almost standing inside the room to the south.

Yang Hu, like a raging tiger, let out his aura in full force, stepping towards Fang Bai, his imposing Martial Artist Aura pressing down on Fang Bai with each advancing step, overwhelming in its intensity.

As a disciple of the Taoist Sect, Taoist Martial Arts usually emphasize turning minimal effort into immense power, valuing softness over strength, but Yang Hu excelled in the yang and vigorous aspect of Taoist Martial Arts, such as the Wudang Pure Yang Fist and the Light Divine Fist, and so on.

With each step he took, the ground in the courtyard trembled slightly, and where his feet landed, a visible network of cracks appeared on the paved bluestone floor.

Old Master Lu sighed, realizing that after this battle, the floor of his courtyard would likely need significant repairs.