Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 950: Reversal

Chapter 950: Chapter 950: Reversal

Hou Ziping, Huang Miao, and those Inner Court disciples who had bet on Fang Bai to win had their hearts lodged firmly in their throats, their gazes intensely focused on Fang Bai.

Hou Ziping and Huang Miao were worried that Fang Bai would get injured, while those betting on Fang Bai’s victory were afraid they would lose their cultivation resources.

Thus, they were all eagerly hoping for Fang Bai to win the duel.

However, ever since the duel began, Fang Bai had been forced to continuously retreat. Now, with no way out unless he could "burn his boats" and withstand Yang Lin’s attacks before counterattacking.

Yet, it seemed highly unlikely!

Fang Bai continued to retreat; his heels had already stepped into the lake water, splashing droplets everywhere.

"Junior Brother Fang, you’ve lost!"

Yang Lin shouted loudly, his martial artist aura rising again as True Yuan wildly circulated around him, remarkably unleashing twelvefold potential. He soared into the air, his right leg, carrying a torrential force like a steel whip, lashed out in his strongest strike towards Fang Bai.

This strike was Yang Lin’s commitment to victory, intending to severely injure Fang Bai.

"Sweeping Mountain Kick! Who would’ve thought Junior Brother Yang managed to master this martial arts technique!"

Huang Miao’s pretty face turned pale as she murmured to herself.

The leg technique displayed by Yang Lin was a very powerful martial art from the Bitao Martial Academy, known for its fierce and mighty force, embodying the power to sweep across mountains—hence the name "Sweeping Mountain Kick."

This formidable technique, recently mastered by Yang Lin, was something he had planned to polish further before challenging Huang Miao, ranked second, and Tu Hu, ranked first, among the Inner Court disciples.

But now, Yang Lin, to inflict heavy damage on Fang Bai and to avenge his cousin Yang Wei’s humiliation, prematurely unleashed this martial art.

Yang Lin unleashed a kick with lightning speed, accompanied by a sharp and piercing howl of wind which formed a high-speed rotating vortex, sweeping towards Fang Bai.

Even before the leg arrived, the vortex had engulfed Fang Bai, its violent winds, like spinning blades, tearing and slicing at Fang Bai’s clothes.

If it had been any other Inner Court disciple, their clothes might have been reduced to shreds under the onslaught of the vortex, but an invisible, sturdy Defense Qi Shield seemingly surrounded Fang Bai, isolating the vortex and protecting him from harm.

"Boom!"

A deafening thud echoed as Yang Lin’s sweeping right leg collided midair with Fang Bai’s suddenly extended left arm, sending shockwaves of True Yuan that stirred up waves in the lake behind Fang Bai.

"To actually block my kick with your arm, it’s like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, sheer folly!"

In the instant of contact between leg and arm, Yang Lin sneered to himself with contempt.

In the very next moment, however, Yang Lin heard the crisp sound of a bone snapping. His first reaction was that Fang Bai’s arm bone had broken.

But... why was there a sharp pain surging through his right leg?

Before Yang Lin could understand the situation, he realized his nearly numb right leg had been firmly grasped by Fang Bai, who then swung him around.

"How is this possible?"

Yang Lin was horrified, instinctively trying to struggle. But even the slightest twist of his right leg resulted in bone-piercing agony, forcing him to scream out in pain.

Yang Lin finally came to realize that the crisp sound when his right leg collided with Fang Bai’s left arm was not the breaking of Fang Bai’s arm, but of his own leg bone.

"Go for a swim!"

Suddenly, a light shout from Fang Bai echoed in Yang Lin’s ears, causing his scalp to tingle and the wind to whoosh by. He saw his body being hurled away like a cannonball, soaring high and quickly gaining distance from Fang Bai.

Under the astonished gaze of the many onlooking Inner Court disciples, Yang Lin’s body flew upwards in a parabolic arc towards the lake before plummeting down swiftly.

"Splash!"

Yang Lin’s body smashed harshly into the lake water, instantly stirring up a great spray.

Even though a Martial Artist’s body is highly resistant to strikes, Yang Lin had first sustained a heavy injury, greatly reducing his strength, followed by a fall from a great height. The reaction force produced when his body "intimately contacted" the lake surface actually knocked the Inner Court disciple, ranked third on the combat power list, unconscious.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long for some Inner Court disciples to jump into the lake and fish out the unconscious Yang Lin, placing him beside the equally unconscious Yang Wei.

As some Inner Court disciples watched the domineering Yang Lin and Yang Wei, who had once proudly roamed wild inside the Inner Court, now both lying on the Practice Battle Arena, they couldn’t help but sigh. Most of the other disciples, however, cast admiring glances at Fang Bai.

This newly advanced Junior Brother Fang within the Inner Court had nearly defeated Yang Lin upon their first encounter, highlighting his strength as incredibly formidable.

Some Inner Court disciples couldn’t help but glance at Huang Miao, thinking that not even Senior Sister Huang, ranked second on the combat power list, let alone Tu Hu, who had long occupied the top spot, might not be a match for Junior Brother Fang.

Junior Brother Fang, with his Dual Attribute Innate Spiritual Root, had always kept a low profile, but today he had shown his might and made his mark, causing all present Inner Court disciples to regard him with new respect.

It was foreseeable that, starting from today, the positions of both Hou Ziping and Fang Bai within the Inner Court would rise significantly, and they would receive even more attention from the higher ranks of the Martial Academy.

Fang Bai’s victory caused mixed reactions among the Inner Court disciples; some were joyful, and others were distressed. Those who were distressed had naturally lost their Cultivation Resources, while those smiling had undoubtedly won.

However, at that moment, very few Inner Court disciples were truly concerned with winning or losing. What mattered more to them was how the rankings on the Inner Court disciples’ combat power list would change in the future.

Hou Ziping and Huang Miao both heaved sighs of relief. The heavy burden lifted from their hearts, and their faces showed signs of letting go of a heavy load.

"I just knew that Junior Brother Fang would surely win!" Hou Ziping excitedly waved his fist.

"Why were you so certain that Junior Brother Fang could win?" Huang Miao asked with a smile.

She had previously lost ten thousand Essence Stones and hundreds of Elixirs to Fang Bai, but now, having won so much, she could make up for the deficit. She felt indescribably happy.

"Because I ... Because Junior Brother Fang is a Dual Attribute Innate Spiritual Root, his talent is exceptional, and his Cultivation Level is not inferior to Junior Brother Yang, so it was only natural for him to win," Hou Ziping almost blurted out that he himself had advanced in strength thanks to Fang Bai’s guidance but managed to revise his words in time.

Huang Miao always felt that Hou Ziping was hiding something, and after giving Fang Bai a meaningful look, she nodded in agreement, "You make a good point. With such an extraordinary talent as Junior Brother Fang has, it’s only natural that he defeated Junior Brother Yang."

After a pause and a sigh, she added, "Junior Brother Yang Lin’s strength is only slightly less than mine. If Fang Bai can defeat him with ease, then he is capable of defeating me. I have no choice but to give up the second position on the Inner Court disciples’ combat power list."