Urban Super Medical Sage
Chapter 580 - 574: Absolutely Impossible (1 more)

Chapter 580: Chapter 574: Absolutely Impossible (1 more)

"Perhaps three breaths, maybe five breaths," Su Chen smiled.

"It seems you’re quite self-aware!" Yu Paojing snorted, then called out, "Make your move!"

Su Chen nodded. Since Yu Paojing had asked him to strike first, he wouldn’t stand on ceremony.

His figure moved.

Su Chen lunged straight towards Yu Paojing.

"Not bad movement technique!" Yu Paojing was slightly surprised and offered praise, but he didn’t take it seriously.

Because, although Su Chen’s movement was fast, Yu Paojing could still capture it.

The Fate Realm Second Level was not just for show.

Suddenly, his gaze flickered, and the elusive shadow of Su Chen rippled deep within his eyes.

"The speed is terrifying, but there’s no adaptability, no knowledge of changing the movement trajectories, what a waste!" Yu Paojing thought to himself.

Little did he know, Su Chen was too lazy to make his movements more strange because Su Chen had no intention of using movement techniques to defeat Yu Paojing.

Was defeating Yu Paojing that complicated?

A fraction of a breath later.

Whoosh!!!

Su Chen was already standing in front of Yu Paojing, punching out with a well-behaved, straightforward fist.

"No patterns, no Fist Technique, just sheer brute force. And you managed to win the first place in the Qiuqing Martial Path tournament?" As soon as Su Chen’s fist flew out, Yu Paojing scoffed, "Watch closely, what is a fist?!"

As his words fell, Yu Paojing took a deep breath.

Instantly, his muscles wildly rolled and writhed, a compressed, concentrated explosive force surged into his right arm.

Around him, the air fluctuated like massive waves, shooting into the sky.

With the terrifying strength surging into his arm, Yu Paojing’s eyes turned frosty as he suddenly clenched his fist.

Creak!

With that clench, the air around his fist evaporated, accompanied by the clear sound of grinding bones.

After his fist tightened, Yu Paojing’s face showed pride as his wrist skillfully twisted, Fist Technique gathering and rippling.

One after another, silver-white Mysterious Qi glowed like a callosity, entwining around his fist.

When his fist was Gathering Momentum to its Peak, Yu Paojing roared, "Break!!!"

He smashed out a punch, directly facing Su Chen’s fist.

Below, Qin Li anxiously bit her lip, "Why isn’t Brother Su using his sword? Didn’t I tell him that Yu Paojing’s strength is terrifying?"

Qin Li thought that Su Chen had forgotten, and her heart squeezed once more.

Aside from Qin Li, the millions of Martial Cultivators present were scoffing at Su Chen.

Strength was Su Chen’s forte, as many Martial Cultivators knew.

After all, the scene where Su Chen had defeated Giant Fist Sui Zhi with a single punch was still fresh in many Martial Cultivators’ minds.

But though you, Su Chen, excel in strength, Yu Paojing excels even more!

Comparison is the bane of contentment.

Don’t they know that after arriving in Great Cang City, Yu Paojing created the terrifying figure of the Power of Eight Thousand Dragons on the Divine Power Wall? The Power of Eight Thousand Dragons might not even be his limit.

Moreover, Yu Paojing had also awakened the Black Blood War Tribe Bloodline.

Strength could be considered one of Yu Paojing’s strongest points.

I really don’t know if Su Chen is too arrogant or if his brain is waterlogged.

"Do you think you’re in Divine Human City? Do you think your opponents are still those garbage? Do you still want to use your fists to suppress Yu Paojing? Before challenging him, didn’t you think to look up information about Yu Paojing?" Wei Wuqiu said with a cold laugh in the crowd.

Of course, she knew about Yu Paojing.

After all, Yu Paojing’s pursuit of Mo Qingwu was enthusiastic, and the Leiming Sect also wanted to facilitate their union.

If it wasn’t for Mo Qingwu’s refusal to the death, perhaps Yu Paojing would already be the son-in-law of the Leiming Sect.

As for Yu Paojing, the higher-ups of the Leiming Sect knew him all too well.

It was in this instant that suddenly, Yu Paojing’s complexion violently changed.

His fist was on a collision course with Su Chen’s, only an inch away.

At this distance, he finally sensed a dangerous aura emanating from within Su Chen’s fist!

It was subtle, very focused, but very real.

How could this be?

How could the fist of this piece of trash make him feel threatened?

Yu Paojing’s heartbeat quickened for a moment.

"It must be an illusion," he consoled himself subconsciously, but it was too late to withdraw his fist now, with only an inch to go.

This thought had just arisen.

Bang!!!

Suddenly, a thunderclap like sound burst forth from the ground.

The sound waves, like a sharp sword piercing the eardrum, caused Yu Paojing’s head to buzz, slightly dizzying him.

Accompanied by this was the intense pain from his own fist.

Shuffling backwards...

He seemed to be dragged back by an uncontrollable force, and his whole body moved backwards.

And his fist was clearly smashed, with bones crushed, flesh torn, blood startlingly vivid as it dripped down, looking cruelly brutal, as if a heavy hammer had mercilessly crushed it.

Not only that, his wrist had broken, limply dangling.

His internal organs were violently shaken, and the Qi Power that had flooded into his body caused them to be injured. A sweet taste at his throat preceded a gush of fresh blood surging up.

However, despite the violently intense pain sweeping over his entire body, Yu Paojing at this moment couldn’t even feel the pain.

He stared fixedly at Su Chen, with only one thought remaining in his mind—impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

His punch had the Power of Eight Thousand Dragons!!!

In a head-on fight, who could match him? Especially when the opponent was merely a kid at the third level of the Divine Power Realm...

Is this a dream? Yu Paojing’s thoughts churned like turbulent waves, screaming and resonating.

It was like seeing an ant move a car, it was insane!

It was not just Yu Paojing who was stunned.

Around the Martial Battle Platform, tens of millions of people were momentarily silenced.

Astonished.

How could this be?

It seemed that Su Chen’s punch was even more effortless than when he injured Sui Zhi a month ago.

But Sui Zhi’s strength was only Four Thousand Dragon’s Power, whereas Yu Paojing had at least the Power of Eight Thousand Dragons.

Could it be... Could it be for Su Chen, whether it’s Four Thousand Dragon’s Power or Eight Thousand Dragon’s Power, it’s all the same?!

What a joke! But the reality in front of them left no room for disbelief!

"He’s broken through again," Jun Luoying muttered to herself, her beautiful eyes flashing with shock, joy, and battle intent.

In her heart, she longed for Su Chen to progress wildly, not for any other reason but to have a rival among her peers.

And Su Chen clearly had not let her down. Over the past month, as she had made crazy progress, hadn’t Su Chen as well?

"Damn it!!! Impossible!" Wei Wuqiu’s figure trembled, her aged face contorting.

Her reaction was the strongest. Why? Because on the day of the Great Cang Martial Cultivation Competition, she wasn’t present at the scene and didn’t witness Su Chen’s battle with her own eyes.

Subconsciously, her perception of Su Chen was still stuck in Divine Human City.

This scene was too much of a shock for her.

Back in Divine Human City, that kid who wasn’t even an ant, had progressed to this extent?

On the Martial Battle Platform.

Su Chen did not advance aggressively, but just stood there, quietly staring at Yu Paojing, "You are very weak."