Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 949: There Are Some People You Can’t Afford to Offend!

Chapter 949: Chapter 949: There Are Some People You Can’t Afford to Offend!

Fang Bai and Yang Lin’s battle was imminent, and the inner court disciples surrounding the Practice Battle Arena were rubbing their hands in eagerness, their spirits lifted. After estimating their current cultivation resources, they began to bet among themselves again.

The recent bout between Hou Ziping and Yang Wei had left some inner court disciples with losses and others with wins. Those who had lost were hoping to turn the tables and win back the cultivation resources they had squandered, while the winners were looking to press their advantage and gain even more.

However, with the precedent set by Hou Ziping and Yang Wei’s duel, the outcome of Fang Bai and Yang Lin’s upcoming clash had become unpredictable.

Initially, the vast majority of the inner court disciples were sceptical about Fang Bai’s chances and were prepared to bet on Yang Lin’s victory. Now, however, they had become more cautious and did not dare to make a decision lightly.

Especially since Fang Bai had maintained an aloof and unconcerned demeanor from the start, which made those inner court disciples feel that this newly initiated fellow disciple was profound and inscrutable.

Following Fang Bai’s instructions, Hou Ziping approached several fellow disciples with whom he had relatively good relations and borrowed cultivation resources from them.

If it had been a few days earlier, those fellow disciples might have refused Hou Ziping’s request, but after his fight with Yang Wei, Hou Ziping had displayed his martial prowess and left an impression. The fellow disciples showed exceptional enthusiasm towards him and generously pooled together 10,000 Essence Stones and hundreds of Elixirs for him.

With these cultivation resources, Hou Ziping placed bets against several disciples who had wagered on Yang Lin. He had absolute confidence in Fang Bai and was not worried about the possibility of Fang Bai losing at all.

Influenced by Hou Ziping, many other inner court disciples also started placing their bets on Fang Bai.

Even Huang Miao, after some momentary consideration, decided to wager 10,000 Essence Stones and hundreds of Elixirs on Fang Bai’s victory.

Though Huang Miao had amassed quite a number of cultivation resources over the years, the recent loss to Fang Bai of 10,000 Essence Stones and hundreds of Elixirs still stung, and she saw this as an opportunity to win it all back.

Although the Martial Artist Aura exuded by Fang Bai was on par with Yang Lin’s, and the duel’s outcome was uncertain, Fang Bai’s composed demeanor, as opposed to Yang Lin’s furious intensity, gave Huang Miao the impression of having the situation well in hand.

The inner court disciples around the Practice Battle Arena were busy betting, while Fang Bai and Yang Lin standing in the center had already faced each other off.

Yang Lin’s expression was ice-cold, his fists tightly clenched, his fighting spirit rising ceaselessly. True Yuan swirled around his body, and he resembled an unsheathed sword brimming with sharp Killing Qi. His wolf-like eyes fixed on Fang Bai, as if ready to strike at any moment.

Yang Lin at that moment seemed like a volcano on the verge of erupting, storing up immense power, ready to unleash catastrophic destruction once released.

Fang Bai, however, stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression indifferent, giving no sense of rising fighting spirit, surging True Yuan, or any pre-battle tension.

To the average inner court disciple, Fang Bai appeared completely overwhelmed by Yang Lin in terms of aura; however, to a standout inner court disciple like Huang Miao, Fang Bai seemed like a vast ocean—calm on the surface with undercurrents stirring below, harboring unpredictable dangers.

Whether it was a volcano ready to erupt or an ocean with surging undercurrents, the power within them, once unleashed, was sure to shake the heavens and earth with terrifying might.

"Junior Brother Fang, in Bitao Martial Academy, there are some people you can’t afford to provoke. Once you do, you must pay the price! Today, I’ll just give you a lesson," Yang Lin said.

Yang Lin’s body was slightly bent, and then he suddenly sprang forward like a fierce cheetah, pouncing towards Fang Bai.

"It seems that Junior Brother Yang’s prowess has improved since before. No wonder he was recently talking about challenging me," Huang Miao watched the unfolding battle, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly as her expression turned solemn.

Swish!

Yang Lin moved with extreme speed, leaving a blur behind him. Even though he was initially three yards away from Fang Bai, in the blink of an eye, he had closed the distance between them.

Whoosh!

A fist wind rose abruptly, and in the next instant, Yang Lin threw a punch aimed directly at Fang Bai’s face.

His punch, containing the True Essence of a mid-stage Heaven Level Martial Artist, could shatter a thousand-pound giant rock with a single strike. Fang Bai was merely flesh and blood—if he were to be hit by such a punch, the consequences were easy to imagine.

"As expected of someone ranked third on the Inner Court Disciples’ strength leaderboard, I still have some gaps compared to him,"

Hou Ziping thought to himself as he watched Yang Lin’s simple yet devastatingly powerful punch.

Even though Hou Ziping had great confidence in Fang Bai, he had never witnessed Fang Bai reveal his true strength, and thus, his heart couldn’t help but be suspended in worry. His gaze was tightly fixed on Fang Bai, eager to see how he would respond.

"Yang Lin’s punch is fierce and forceful. If it were me, I would choose to dodge its sharpness and wait for an opportunity to counterattack."

This was the thought shared by most of the Inner Court disciples at the scene, including Huang Miao.

However, contrary to expectations, Fang Bai didn’t evade. He just stood there quietly until Yang Lin’s fist was about to smash into his nose—only then did he finally move.

He dug his heels in and leveraged his body to swiftly retreat backward. His retreating speed appeared slow, but no matter how Yang Lin accelerated his charge, his fist always fell short of touching Fang Bai’s face.

The two moved back and forth, swiftly traversing the wide space of the Practice Battle Arena, reaching the edge of the large lake at the southern end of the arena.

"Let’s see where you can retreat to now!"

A sinister smile flashed across Yang Lin’s lips as he saw the large lake emerge behind Fang Bai.

A mid-stage Heaven Level Martial Artist could stand on the surface of the lake for a moment, but as time passed, they would inevitably fall into the water.

If Fang Bai continued to retreat, he would end up in the lake; then, Yang Lin would simply need to stand at the edge of the lake to ensure Fang Bai’s defeat.

And if Fang Bai didn’t retreat, he would have no choice but to fight Yang Lin.

Facing Fang Bai head-on, Yang Lin was confident that his rich combat experience would help him defeat Fang Bai.

In a flash, Fang Bai had already reached the edge of the lake, with unfathomably deep waters directly behind his heels. There was no more room to retreat.

Hou Ziping’s brow furrowed tightly, his clenched fists now soaked with sweat.

For Hou Ziping, whether Fang Bai won or lost this duel would greatly determine his own future.

If Fang Bai won, Hou Ziping would have a strong backer in the Inner Court and a secure foothold.

If Fang Bai lost, Hou Ziping would face retaliation from the brothers Yang Lin and Yang Wei, and whether he could even stay alive was an unknown.

Huang Miao, too, widened her phoenix eyes with a hint of worry between her brows.

What concerned Huang Miao was not that her ten thousand Essence Stones and one hundred Elixirs had been wasted on Fang Bai losing the duel.

In fact, like the higher-ups of Bitao Martial Academy, Huang Miao greatly valued Fang Bai’s talent and potential, placing high hopes on him in the expectation that one day he would lead Bitao Martial Academy to rise in the True Martial Realm.

Thus, Huang Miao didn’t wish for Fang Bai to lose to Yang Lin because she knew that if he did, the result would be that Yang Lin would inflict severe injuries on him, consequently affecting Fang Bai’s future cultivation.

Unfortunately, in such a duel between disciples, other disciples of Bitao Martial Academy were not allowed to intervene. So even if Yang Lin were to severely injure Fang Bai, Huang Miao could only watch helplessly. That was what worried her the most.