Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 362: One Punch

Chapter 362: Chapter 362: One Punch

According to Fang Bai’s original intention, he had planned to find time to break Wang Dong’s limbs, condemning him to spend the rest of his life in bed. However, considering Wang Huashan didn’t seem like a bad person, Fang Bai decided to take a step back.

In Fang Bai’s view, Wang Dong was hot-tempered and arrogant. Sooner or later, he would bring a great disaster upon the Wang Family. Breaking his legs would be, to Wang Dong and the Wang Family, a favor in disguise.

Wang Huashan, who was old and cunning, understood Fang Bai’s "kindness" after a little thought.

But no matter what, Wang Dong was still Wang Huashan’s grandson. Breaking Wang Dong’s legs, rendering him disabled, would ruin his life. Therefore, Wang Huashan would rather compensate with a huge sum of money or negotiate with other benefits, hoping Fang Bai would show mercy.

"One billion, or you could propose some other conditions. As long as it’s within the capability of the Wang Family, we’ll certainly satisfy you! Wang Dong is still young, and I hope you can give him a chance to redeem himself!"

Wang Huashan said earnestly.

Fang Bai sneered and replied, "Mr. Wang, being a martial artist yourself, you know what martial artists seek. If a martial artist is easily swayed by wealth, then his journey in the Martial Dao will likely end there."

Upon hearing Fang Bai’s words, Wang Huashan understood there was no room for further negotiation. He sighed and said, "I have thought too much."

His expression turned grave, and he said solemnly, "As Mr. Fang says, this matter concerns a martial artist’s face and dignity. As I am a martial artist, and a member of the Wang Family, I should fight to protect my family’s interests and reputation. Therefore..."

"So you are prepared to battle with me, is that it?"

Fang Bai knew that Wang Huashan was dissatisfied and wanted to use force to turn the situation around. He smiled and nodded, "Good, martial artists should let their fists do the talking! Come on, if you can defeat me, I’ll let you deal with me as you wish; and if you’re not my match, you should know what to do!"

"If so, please forgive my offense!"

Since Fang Bai had made his stance clear, Wang Huashan did not say more. With a solemn expression, he gave a respectful bow to Fang Bai. Suddenly, his demeanor changed as a fierce battle spirit ignited within him, burning and rising like a raging fire.

Fang Bai stood there nonchalantly, feeling Wang Huashan’s aura steadily increase. Watching him start to move his feet, employing his movement technique, circling around him, Fang Bai remained unfazed.

Wang Huashan had cultivated Buddhist Martial Arts, namely the Arhat Fist, to a state of perfection—a peak of mastery.

Buddhist Martial Arts were known for their stability, magnanimity, grandiosity, and virility. Although the Arhat Fist was just a common fist technique within Buddhist Martial Arts, when cultivated to the extreme by someone like Wang Huashan, it could unleash tremendous power.

Wang Huashan had fought in hundreds of battles throughout his life, with more victories than defeats, and a glowing track record. When he threw a full-powered punch, his True Yuan surged forth, fierce and unparalleled. In the Secular Ancient Martial World, very few could withstand the might of his punch.

The movement technique Wang Huashan was using was the Buddhist Great Shift Body Method. With a light glide of his feet, he could shift several meters instantly, its speed incredibly fast. In close combat, it was difficult to defend against.

The Arhat Fist paired with the Great Shift Body Method was Wang Huashan’s ultimate skill. For nearly twenty years, whenever he fought, he dealt with opponents straightforwardly, with powerful, direct punches that were simple, brutal, and effective.

Using the Great Shift Body Method together with the Arhat Fist to engage an opponent at full strength, as he was now with Fang Bai, was a first for Wang Huashan in twenty years, revealing the extent to which he took Fang Bai seriously.

Wang Huashan moved as if the wind were in his feet, his figure flitting unpredictably, seeking to find a weakness in Fang Bai’s defense and then launch a sudden attack to quickly end the fight.

Fang Bai showed no intention of defending at all. He simply stood there, hands behind his back, an expression of nonchalance on his face, not even bothering to watch Wang Huashan’s movements.

Wang Huashan felt that Fang Bai was full of openings, then felt that there were none at all, hesitating, unsure whether to strike.

"You won’t make a move? Then I will!"

Fang Bai needed to get to the Mirror Lake Hotel by around seven to meet Su Linglong for a colleague’s birthday dinner. He had neither the time nor the patience to continue entangling with Wang Huashan here.

With a light shout, using the sound to pinpoint Wang Huashan’s location, he casually swung his right fist, aimed straight at Wang Huashan’s chest.

There hadn’t been a trace of energy fluctuation from him, but when the punch was thrown, the energy erupted like a volcanic explosion.

Wang Huashan felt as if a mountain was collapsing onto him. The oppressive force, heavy as tens of thousands of pounds, squeezed out all the air around him. It made his breathing halt, and his chest felt so stifled he almost coughed up blood.

Wang Huashan wanted desperately to dodge the punch enveloped with terrifying force, but to his horror, he found his body moving sluggishly as if he were trapped in a quagmire.

Fang Bai’s punch was simple, without any flash or showmanship, yet it made Wang Huashan sense a whiff of death from hell.

A willow leaf drifted down, passing in front of the trajectory of Fang Bai’s punch, and was instantly shattered by the strong fist wind, turning into dust scattered by the breeze.

Seeing Fang Bai’s fist rapidly enlarging before his eyes and having no way to escape, Wang Huashan had no choice but to brace himself to face the attack.

Roar—

Wang Huashan’s eyes flashed, and he let out a tiger’s roar, throwing a punch with the same explosive force.

Fang Bai’s punch was casual, but Wang Huashan had to summon every bit of his hidden potential to counter it.

He had no choice; the pressure from Fang Bai’s punch was immense, nearly shattering all of Wang Huashan’s confidence.

Wang Huashan suspected if he didn’t tap into all his potential to defend himself, he’d likely suffer a crushing defeat.

Boom—

Their fists collided, True Yuan bursting from both sides, clashing like waves, echoing with a thud as profound as thunder.

The True Yuan, converted into shockwaves, expanded from their fists in all directions, causing the dead branches and fallen leaves on the ground to scatter as if swept by a fierce wind.

The moment Wang Huashan’s fist made contact with Fang Bai’s, it felt as if a massive wave was crashing down on him, his stance faltering. He was sent flying along with the twigs and leaves, stumbling backward.

Wang Huashan was shocked by the oppressive ferocity of Fang Bai’s punch. He had expected serious injury, but midair, that intense force suddenly vanished.

After flipping in the air, Wang Huashan landed steadily on his feet and checked himself. Aside from the surging Qi and blood within him, he was astonishingly unharmed.

"Old Master Wang, you’re no match for me. Please take care of yourself."

After defeating Wang Huashan with a single move, Fang Bai didn’t exhibit an aggressive stance. Instead, he left those words behind and turned to walk away from the willow grove.

Although Fang Bai was walking, each step he took covered a distance of more than ten meters, using the movement technique he’d created himself, "Dragon Soaring to the Heavens."