Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 419: Asking for Help

Chapter 419: Chapter 419: Asking for Help

"If you won’t hand it over, then I’ll just have to take it myself! Heh heh, Junior Sister Wang, you look quite fine, and your figure is top-notch. I’m really worried that while searching your body, I might not be able to control myself!"

Nangong Ming’s sneer had now turned into a grim smile as he took another step closer.

The Hidden Sect that Nangong Ming belonged to, Ghost Doctor Valley, was never considered an upright and honorable sect. The disciples of the valley had a history of robbing others of their money and forcing themselves on women, and their reputation in the Hidden Sect World was very poor, looked down upon by many martial artists.

Nangong Ming harbored resentment towards Wang Miaomiao, and didn’t feel any psychological burden about taking cultivation treasures from her body and, incidentally, violating her physical integrity.

Despite fearing potential retribution from Fang Bai, Nangong Ming thought that after silencing Wang Miaomiao, he would make his escape and return to his Hidden Sect. Then, could Fang Bai really charge into the Ghost Doctor Valley to seek justice?

With hundreds of disciples in Ghost Doctor Valley and Earth Level Experts abundant, and the Valley Master Li Ao being a Heaven Rank early-stage powerhouse, even if Fang Bai dared to attack the Ghost Doctor Valley, he would face an assault from all sides. At that time, even with immense capabilities, he wouldn’t be able to escape alive.

"Doctor Fang is my benevolent teacher, if you dare to touch me, he will not let you go!"

Confronted with Nangong Ming’s sinister, evil, crazed, and greedy gaze, Wang Miaomiao felt a surge of panic, retreating while shouting loudly in hopes of deterring him.

"I have to admit, that Fang Bai is indeed formidable, and I’m somewhat wary of him. But... after I finish here, I’ll make a clean getaway, and I doubt he has the means to find me. Heh heh..."

Nangong Ming was smug, with a sinister smile on his face, his steps relentless as he continued to advance on Wang Miaomiao at a steady pace.

In his eyes, Wang Miaomiao, dressed all in white, was no more than a plump and tender lamb ready for slaughter.

Seeing her threats had no effect, Wang Miaomiao suddenly drew a half-foot-long cylinder from her sleeve, pressed hard on the bottom of the cylinder, then lifted her arm high, pointing it toward the sky.

Whoosh—

A fiery streak shot out from within the cylinder, soaring skyward with a whistling sound, and exploded in a brilliant burst of plum-shaped sparks high up in the night sky.

This was a specialized signal flare for requesting aid, made by the Doctor Pavilion. Each Doctor Pavilion disciple carried one, and any disciple in the vicinity would come to help at the first sight of it.

The distance from here to the headquarters of the Doctor Pavilion wasn’t too far, and Wang Miaomiao believed that as long as she could hold off Nangong Ming’s attacks for a while, she could wait for reinforcements from her fellow disciples.

"Asking for help? Heh, too late! By the time your rescuers arrive, I’ll have done everything I needed to!"

Nangong Ming spoke with a chilling voice as his figure suddenly sped up. One moment he was about ten meters from Wang Miaomiao, and the next, he was less than a meter in front of her, with his fingers spread out like talons, swiftly reaching for the clothing over her chest.

His hands, like the claw of a hawk, carried a fierce gust of wind, intending to shred the clothing over Wang Miaomiao’s chest to see what treasures she had hidden there.

Wang Miaomiao clenched her fists tightly, bit down on her silver teeth, and with a forceful push against the ground with her heels, her body recoiled backward, attempting to dodge Nangong Ming’s surprisingly fast grab.

Wang Miaomiao’s retreat was fast enough that ordinary people might not even catch a clear glimpse of her figure, but in Nangong Ming’s eyes, this speed was laughable.

"You can’t dodge it, just stand still for me!"

Nangong Ming let out a sinister chuckle and quickened his pace once more. The arm he stretched out seemed to suddenly lengthen, and it was less than a foot from touching the clothing over Wang Miaomiao’s chest.

"Despicable cur! I’ll fight you to the death!"

Seeing Nangong Ming reaching for her chest, Wang Miaomiao felt a mix of shame and rage. She knew the gap between their strengths was too vast and that escaping his grasp was highly unlikely. A look of determination flashed across her eyes as she braced herself for a desperate struggle.

She pushed off the ground, spinning her body like a swift that deftly threads through the trees, barely evading Nangong Ming’s ferocious grab. At the same time, she unleashed her "Swallow Dance Breeze Fist."

Her punches lacked the raw power and overwhelming dominance of Fang Bai’s, but they carried the lightness and speed of a swallow and a breeze. She struck out with a fist, stirring True Yuan energy that howled through the air, aiming fast and true for Nangong Ming’s throat.

Even though she was merely a Yellow Level High Rank Martial Artist, her punch burst forth with the formidable combat strength usually seen in a Profound Level Martial Artist.

"This kind of technique could not possibly exist in the Secular Ancient Martial World! You still say you haven’t obtained a Heaven Rank Martial Artist’s treasure? Hmph, hand it over, and I’ll spare your life!"

The sight of the technique Wang Miaomiao demonstrated, with its potential to challenge those above her level, sent Nangong Ming into ecstatic delirium. He grew tantalizingly eager and issued another threatening demand.

It was well-known that a martial artist could only challenge those above their level if two conditions were met.

First was an innate talent, possessing an exceedingly powerful physique; and second, the cultivation of an exceptional High Rank cultivation technique.

Although Wang Miaomiao had only revealed a fraction—one-tenth or two-tenths—of the true power of her "Swallow Dance Breeze Fist," Nangong Ming still found it stunningly exquisite.

To Nangong Ming, the rank of this fist technique clearly far surpassed Wang Miaomiao’s own cultivation level and could not possibly exist in the Secular Ancient Martial World. Surely, she must have stumbled upon the legacy of some Heaven Rank Martial Artist, maybe even from a legendary cultivator.

Despite the vast difference in their strengths, Nangong Ming did not dare to underestimate Wang Miaomiao. His expression grew solemn as he channeled True Yuan to neutralize her punch, then with even greater speed and ferocity, he lunged again towards her chest.

Seeing the technique Wang Miaomiao had used, Nangong Ming grew more impatient than ever, desperately wanting to seize the treasure she had acquired for himself.

Nangong Ming had only used thirty percent of his strength in his first attempt, but this time he exerted seventy percent. The speed and force he unleashed were beyond what a martial artist of Wang Miaomiao’s level could withstand.

As Nangong Ming’s fingers approached, a powerful oppressive force enveloped her, rendering her immobile as if trapped in a quagmire. Despair welled up in Wang Miaomiao’s heart, and she cried out, not backing down, her fists driven by all her might to meet Nangong Ming’s oncoming grip.

"Court death!"

A scornful and mocking smile played upon Nangong Ming’s lips as he swiftly turned his grab into a punch. True Yuan converged at his fist, on the brink of erupting.

The disparity in strength between a Yellow Level High Rank Martial Artist and an Earth Level Initial Stage Martial Artist was so vast, it could be described as heaven and earth apart.

Predictably, when their fists collided, Nangong Ming’s robust True Yuan would explode instantaneously, engulfing and overwhelming Wang Miaomiao as if a mountainous tide crashed down upon her.

Nangong Ming was never the type to be merciful to the fairer sex, and his eagerness to obtain the treasure Wang Miaomiao held left no place for concerns of her wellbeing or life.

What Nangong Ming failed to anticipate was the three strands of killing intent Fang Bai had infused into the jade pendant worn by Wang Miaomiao. (PS: Vote for me! Reward me!)