Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 457: You’re Unfit to Be Human!

Chapter 457: Chapter 457: You’re Unfit to Be Human!

"Today, even if you grow three heads and six arms, you can’t escape death! You harmed my son, and I won’t rest until I tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

As Wen Xiangxin spoke, a flexible sword was already in his hand, the tip pointing directly at Ghost Hand, an endless killing Qi encompassing him like an invisible net.

"You don’t deserve to be human!"

Ghost Hand, wearing a mocking smile, coldly laughed and circulated the True Essence inside his body, his fighting spirit boiling as he shouted, "I will send you to hell, where you can repent for your sins!"

"You think you, a mere Profound Level initial-stage martial artist, can kill me? Wishful thinking!"

Wen Xiangxin laughed wildly towards the sky.

He had no desire to stoop to personally dealing with Ghost Hand, but Ghost Hand had crippled his son, Wen Shiba, and completely enraged him; he could not quell the hatred in his heart without taking his life.

"Is that so?"

Ghost Hand proudly smiled, rapidly circulating his True Essence with the "Buddha’s Fury Golden Staff Technique," his aura climbing higher with each passing second, instantly dispelling the pressure Wen Xiangxin had placed on him.

Although Ghost Hand’s cultivation level was far from Wen Xiangxin’s, the rank of the cultivation technique he practiced far surpassed Wen Xiangxin’s. As True Essence flowed rapidly, his desire to fight crazily soared, and it seemed as if he might even surpass Wen Xiangxin in might.

"Heaven Rank Technique... The one you’re practicing must undoubtedly be a Heaven Rank Technique..."

Wen Xiangxin, looking into Ghost Hand’s eyes, spoke with a fervent and greedy gleam.

After obtaining a Heaven Rank Technique from Myriad Medicine Valley, despite pondering and meditating on it day and night, the profound and mysterious Heaven Rank Technique eluded his grasp.

Seeing Ghost Hand’s fighting spirit rise madly under his own pressure, to the point of standing on equal footing with him, Wen Xiangxin surmised that Ghost Hand was practicing a Heaven Rank Technique, and one he understood more deeply no less.

The gap in their realms could be compensated with a higher-ranked cultivation technique; this was one reason some martial artists had the ability to challenge opponents beyond their level.

If he could subdue Ghost Hand and force him to reveal his Heaven Rank Technique and insights on cultivation, wouldn’t that be a shortcut?

"Come and meet your end!"

Wen Xiangxin surged forward, striding over snow. After a few steps, his feet left the ground, turning into a white streak of light that swept across the air. At the same time, his long sword trembled, conjuring countless sword flowers en route to the steadfast Ghost Hand atop the stone pillar.

He knew that Ghost Hand was an extremely proud person and that forcing Ghost Hand to divulge the secrets of the Heaven Rank Technique would not be easy. He must first defeat him with absolute strength, instilling fear in him, to have any hope of learning what he wanted to know.

The same "Rapid Wind, Sudden Rain Eighteen Swords," when executed by Wen Xiangxin, possessed a power far surpassing that of Wen Shiba,

When Wen Shiba wielded the "Rapid Wind, Sudden Rain Eighteen Swords," it was a combination of six layers released in an instant, whereas Wen Xiangxin stacked nine layers into one explosive strike, with a sword momentum beyond comparison.

Full of confidence, Wen Xiangxin believed that while Ghost Hand could handle his son’s full-powered strike, he would struggle to withstand his own sword technique.

An ordinary Profound Level initial-stage martial artist, facing Wen Xiangxin’s ultimate strike that brought the speed, ferocity, and precision of swordplay to their pinnacle, would surely despair, close their eyes, and await death, but Ghost Hand remained undaunted.

In Ghost Hand’s chest burned a blazing desire for battle, and his right fist, already filled with Golden Attribute True Essence, swung forward just as Wen Xiangxin’s flexible sword neared.

Whoosh—

The punch roared through the air, True Essence churning, its speed seemingly surpassing that of Wen Xiangxin’s sword, on the verge of breaking the sound barrier, emitting a faint rumbling noise.

"You’re asking for death!"

Seeing Ghost Hand counter his sword’s tip with a bare fist was recklessly arrogant in the extreme, and Wen Xiangxin’s eyes grew cold.

The flexible sword in his hand was crafted from a special material, much more pliable and sharp than ordinary long swords. Not to mention flesh and blood, it could easily pierce through a thin sheet of iron once he infused it with True Essence Force.

Wen Xiangxin eagerly anticipated that his thrust would tear through Ghost Hand’s fist and pierce his entire arm.

The moment the fist met the sword tip, Wen Xiangxin seemed to see a faint glint of gold shine from Ghost Hand’s fist, causing a dazzle in his eyes.

Immediately after, an illusion appeared before him—Ghost Hand transformed into a Buddha, and his punch seemed to be a golden Zen staff wielded by the Buddha.

The Buddha, with a stern and angry brow, struck directly with the Zen staff, carrying the forceful pressure of a mountain, smashing heavily against his sword tip.

Clang—

The sound of metal clashing rang out as a force imbued with a strong attacking aura traveled along the blade, like a massive wave sweeping over, crashing against the shore, surging into Wen Xiangxin’s body, shaking him so violently that his chest heaved tumultuously.

Wen Xiangxin struggled to suppress it, yet a trickle of fresh blood still slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth.

In this exchange, Wen Xiangxin had actually sustained injuries from the rebound force of Ghost Hand’s punch.

Wen Xiangxin rapidly retreated, landing on the ground. His right hand suddenly clenched tightly, barely managing to hold onto the flexible sword; otherwise, it would have flown from his grasp.

Wen Xiangxin was greatly alarmed. Only now did he understand why, back in Jinling, his son Wen Shiba, during his bout with Ghost Hand, had his long sword flung from his hand and the web between his thumb and index finger torn.

It wasn’t that his son was too weak, but that Ghost Hand’s boxing technique was too formidable.

The power of Ghost Hand’s punch just now had far surpassed the limit of a Profound Level beginner martial artist.

The greed and frenzy in Wen Xiangxin’s eyes became even more intense. He became increasingly convinced that Ghost Hand must be cultivating a Heaven Rank Technique.

Otherwise, with just Ghost Hand’s cultivation level at his realm, how could he possess such incredible combat power? How could he withstand his sharp flexible sword with just his bare hands?

Standing atop a stone pillar, Ghost Hand was also filled with astonishment.

Although his punch had resolved Wen Xiangxin’s attack, he hadn’t gained any advantage.

The "Buddha’s Fury Golden Staff Technique" he cultivated was a Golden System Technique. Cultivating such a technique meant that the Golden Attribute True Essence born within his Dantian’s Qi Sea was more destructive and had greater annihilative power than True Essence of other attributes; and his physical body would also be stronger than martial artists of the same level.

He had thought his full-powered punch could break Wen Xiangxin’s flexible sword and cause Wen Xiangxin to vomit blood and fly backward. However, the outcome was somewhat disappointing.

While Wen Xiangxin had blood spilling from his mouth, it seemed he was not severely injured. On the contrary, his own fist had been pierced through by the sword’s tip, which Wen Xiangxin had infused with True Essence, but fortunately, the wound was minor and would not affect his combat power.

Ghost Hand’s targets for revenge were the three major Sects: Shaolin, Qingcheng Temple, and Misty Rain Tower. And among those, Misty Rain Tower was relatively weaker. If he couldn’t even handle Misty Rain Tower, how could he possibly confront the other two great Sects?

Ghost Hand took a deep breath, calming his anxious emotions, then leapt down from the stone pillar and rushed towards Wen Xiangxin with great speed.

He decided he would no longer be on the defensive but would take the initiative to attack.

Off to the side, more than a dozen Profound Level martial artists from Misty Rain Tower were watching him like tigers eyeing their prey. If he couldn’t quickly kill Wen Xiangxin, and should the disciples of Misty Rain Tower break the rules of the Ancient Martial World and swarm him in a group assault, he would have difficulty coping alone.

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