Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 483: Why Is Your Face Red?

Chapter 483: Chapter 483: Why Is Your Face Red?

"Ghost Hand, you step back first!"

Fang Bai’s voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.

Upon hearing this, Ghost Hand didn’t dare to hesitate. He slid backward, retreating swiftly. Then, before his eyes blurred, he saw his master Fang Bai already taking his place.

"Think you can block our path? You’re not quite there yet!"

As Fang Bai’s voice rang out, with a casual push of his palm forward, he met Jue Ming’s full-strength Great Strength Vajra Hand.

"Arrogant!"

Seeing Fang Bai’s easy and casual palm, showing no sign of taking his opponent seriously, Jue Ming couldn’t help but snort with anger.

Bang——

As their palms collided, two streams of True Yuan burst outward on collision, creating a thunderous boom that made the space where Fang Bai and Jue Ming stood tremble.

Ghost Hand and the four Shaolin Monks, who were watching from a distance, felt their blood surge and a ringing in their ears, forcing them to circulate their cultivation techniques and gather their True Yuan to counteract the impact of the sound waves from the True Yuan collision.

Following the sound waves came an even more powerful surge of True Yuan shockwaves.

The True Yuan shockwaves, with the intersecting palms of the two as their epicenter, carried a destructive and annihilating force that radiated outwards.

The Reception Pavilion was the first to succumb to the force of the shockwaves, trembling for a moment before finally collapsing outward with a loud crash.

Ghost Hand and the four Shaolin Monks, sensing that the force entwined in the True Yuan shockwave was beyond their ability to withstand, had no choice but to retreat several meters more, avoiding the brunt of the impact.

The two combatants, however, didn’t move back due to the rebounding force of the True Yuan; they stood their ground, seemingly evenly matched in this exchange, with neither gaining an advantage.

However, if one observed closely, they would notice Jue Ming’s body trembling slightly and rapidly, his complexion flushed red, and a trickle of fresh blood spilling slowly from the corner of his mouth.

For any martial artist who saw Jue Ming in this state, it was clear that he had suffered internal injuries, and the damage was not light.

Indeed, Jue Ming had been injured.

In that palm strike just now, a torrential True Yuan from Fang Bai’s palm instantly shattered Jue Ming’s True Yuan, then pressed down like a collapsing mountain, engulfing and drowning him whole.

In that moment, Jue Ming felt as if struck in the chest by a ten thousand-pound hammer, his vision darkened, and blood gushed from his mouth. Then his True Yuan faltered, his organs burned as if afire, and his entire body ached as though falling apart.

Attempting to gather his scattered True Yuan, Jue Ming found himself powerless and realized at that moment that he was like a fish on a chopping board, fully at the mercy of his opponent. If Fang Bai wanted to kill him, it would be as easy as killing an ant.

Only then did Jue Ming understand that Fang Bai’s arrogance was backed by the capital to be so.

Although their cultivation levels were at the same realm, when it came to combat strength, he was far inferior.

Surely, the young man must be practicing a higher tier cultivation technique, or how could his combat strength surpass his own by so much?

"Ghost Hand, let’s head up the mountain!"

After Fang Bai struck down Jue Ming, temporarily incapacitating him as if it was a trivial matter, he called out to Ghost Hand and took a step out of the ruins of the Reception Pavilion, making his way toward Shaolin located on Song Mountain.

Ghost Hand stepped up briskly, his gaze filled with immense admiration for the tall and upright figure of Fang Bai.

The four Shaolin martial monks who had descended the mountain with Jue Ming looked at each other, wanting to stop Fang Bai but were held back by Jue Ming’s gesture.

"Nevermind, Huiyuan, let them go up the mountain! The four of you can’t stop them!"

Jue Ming gazed at Fang Bai’s unconcerned figure with a complicated look, his expression filled with bitterness.

In Shaolin, each hall and abbey, the six great elders are all powerful, renowned throughout Huaxia, and revered by martial artists of the Ancient Martial World as senior figures.

But now, he, an Elder of the Reception Hall, had actually been defeated by an unknown youngster in his early twenties, and the defeat was so crushing that he would be too ashamed to show his face if the story spread.

"Alas... the new waves of the Yangtze River drive on those ahead!"

Jueming sighed deeply, took out a few of Shaolin’s healing pills they formulated themselves, swallowed them, and sat cross-legged on the spot, starting his healing process.

"That old monk Jueming is an Earth Level early-stage martial artist, yet he was defeated by a single move... It seems I might have underestimated this Fang Bai before!"

Several hundred meters away, behind a row of trees, Long Jingtian said with a surprised look on his face.

"Fang Bai won very easily; I guess he has at least the strength of an Earth Level mid-stage! Ah, he’s about the same age as me but his cultivation level is a whole realm higher... Is there no justice in this world?!"

The Dragon Maiden put down her binoculars, her pretty face filled with discouragement.

She was about the same age as Fang Bai and possessed the strength of a Profound Level mid-stage martial artist. In the Ancient Martial World of Huaxia, she was regarded as a favored daughter of the heavens, but she felt eclipsed in comparison to Fang Bai.

Long Jingtian said with a laughing voice, "What’s this, the always defiant Dragon Maiden admits defeat?"

The Dragon Maiden responded listlessly, "There’s no way I can’t admit it. The gap of an entire realm is too hard to catch up to! It seems the title of ’Dragon Guard’s’ number one youngster will no longer belong to me."

Long Jingtian said, "You don’t need to belittle yourself! Our ’Dragon Guard’ also has a powerful heritage. Once your cultivation reaches Earth Level, I will teach you even higher-level cultivation methods. At that time, you will still have a chance to catch up to Fang Bai!"

The Dragon Maiden sighed, "Grandfather, you have said that the path of Martial Dao becomes harder the further one progresses. I’m afraid there’s no hope for me to reach Earth Level within three to five years..."

Long Jingtian said solemnly, "The most taboo thing in a martial artist’s cultivation is impatience and the thirst for quick success. Instead, one must advance in a steady and orderly manner, never rushing for instant results..."

"Grandfather, you’ve said this countless times already! My ears have developed calluses hearing it... Alright, I will pull myself together and strive diligently, hoping to catch up with Fang Bai as soon as possible!"

"Haha... Good! Young people should have aspirations! That’s how my granddaughter should be!"

"Oh my, Fang Bai and his apprentice have already reached the mountain top. We should hurry too!"

"Remember my words, once we’re in Shaolin, keep a tight lip and refrain from speaking carelessly to avoid drawing attention. Shaolin has a heritage of nearly two thousand years, and Dharma Grandmaster was an astounding and brilliant master. It is quite possible that powerful cultivation techniques have been passed down, and they might have produced several super-strong martial artists!"

"Grandfather, do you think there could be Heaven Level martial artists like you in Shaolin?"

"I asked Abbot Jueren the same question, and that old monk wouldn’t say. Anyway, I suspect there should be existences like me within Shaolin. Perhaps only when Shaolin’s survival hangs in the balance will such masters show themselves!"

"Oh no, if there really are Heaven Level martial artists, wouldn’t Fang Bai be at a disadvantage?"

"Why are you so worried? Are you concerned about Fang Bai?"

"..."

"It’s normal to care. Since ancient times, beauties have adored heroes! That youngster Fang Bai is an outstanding young hero; only someone like him could move the heart of a celestial maiden like you... Hehe..."

"Grandfather..."

"Hahaha... I’m just kidding... Huh? Why is your face red?"

"If you say any more... I won’t talk to you ever again!"

"Okay, okay! No more words! Let’s go!"

Two figures swept out from behind the trees, transformed into wisps of smoke, skirted around to the north side of Song Mountain, and began to climb nimbly up the rugged and steep peak like agile monkeys.

After ten minutes or so, the two figures settled on a densely leafed thousand-year-old tree at the mountaintop. Standing on the stout trunk of the ancient tree and peering through the gaps in the leaves, they had a bird’s-eye view of the entire Shaolin.

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