Ultimate Village Doctor

A massive suction force, like the mouth of an octopus, clung tightly onto Wang Chao's leg and dragged him.

Cotton Belly!

Wang Chao's expression slightly changed.

Demon Mountain was not merely a simpleton with only physical strength; he had cultivated Inner Strength, and his body fat was as hard as steel and as soft as cotton.

After grabbing hold of Wang Chao, Demon Mountain's simple face revealed a fierce smile.

With a strong grasp, his big hand squeezed towards Wang Chao's head.

Once caught by him, even an iron ball could be crushed flat.

Crack!

In a critical moment, Wang Chao fiercely grabbed Demon Mountain's swinging arm.

Demon Mountain's arm was thick like a log, so much so that even with both of Wang Chao's palms, he couldn't grasp it fully, crackle!

Wang Chao's two arms resisted against Demon Mountain's strength that was monstrous and demonic.

His face turned beet red!

Demon Mountain's strength was too terrifying, moving down bit by bit, as his large hand had already grabbed Wang Chao's head and clenched fiercely, causing the entire audience to roar wildly.

"Crush him!"

"Crush him!"

Demon Mountain's face was fierce, and with a little effort, Wang Chao's skull immediately let out a fragile groan. At that moment, Wang Chao let out a wild roar. His body violently expanded, like a sponge filling with blood, with blue veins throbbing, his skin as blue-black as iron.

Wang Chao tightened his grip on Demon Mountain's hand, which was as solid as steel, and forcefully twisted it.

Snap!

Demon Mountain's thick arm was brutally broken, bone shards burst out, and Demon Mountain, in agonizing pain, couldn't maintain his Cotton Belly stance. Wang Chao flipped backward onto the ground. The normally 1.7-meter tall Wang Chao now stood a full twenty centimeters taller, his entire body blue-black as iron, like a Demon God descending to the world.

With a low growl, he rushed in front of Demon Mountain and threw a fierce punch!

Boom!

This punch pierced directly through Demon Mountain's belly, his whole arm buried deeply within Demon Mountain's stomach, his terrifying force blasting a basin-sized bloody hole in Demon Mountain's back, resembling a force king.

Wang Chao pulled out his arm, staggering back a few steps.

Splash!

A massive amount of innards mixed with blood flowed out from the gaping wound traversing Demon Mountain's belly.

Demon Mountain, head lowered, looked at the hole in his belly, howling as he tried to rush towards Wang Chao. He stepped on his own spilled guts, tearing everything out of his stomach, bang!

The huge body, like a small hill, fell, causing the platform to shake violently.

Everyone was stunned.

Such a fearsome power!

Such a domineering attack!

"Wang Chao!"

"Wang Chao!"

"Wang Chao!"

No one knew who started the first shout, but soon the entire venue echoed with the cries of "Wang Chao," as the underworld figures worship the strong the most. Wang Chao's Demon God-like figure and force king-like attack completely conquered them.

Wang Chao's body rapidly shrank back to his 1.7-meter height.

A trace of blood swept across his face.

He walked emotionlessly over Demon Mountain's corpse and descended the platform.

Upon seeing Wang Chao's terrifying power,

among the nine experts of the second round, save for a few, the expression on the rest tightened with seriousness.

Long Xiaoshan frowned.

The swelling power that Wang Chao showcased during his "transformation" was indeed terrifying, but he felt that after its use, Wang Chao's body weakened a notch. This must be some sort of self-damaging secret technique.

The fight continued.

Whether by coincidence or not,

this round, the middle-aged swordsman Yu Cheng, and a few other top-level experts didn't meet. They still appeared serene and effortless, instantly defeating their opponents.

This understatement, although not as shocking as Wang Chao's recent slaying of Demon Mountain,

was even more terrifying in the eyes of the truly discerning.

The last match of the second round was between Master Zhong and a Huang Level Martial Artist.

Whether out of fear for Master Zhong's bizarre techniques, afraid of ending up as another dried-up corpse, the Huang Level Martial Artist immediately admitted defeat.

Long Xiaoshan unexpectedly got a bye.

That is to say, he could enter the third round without fighting in the second round.

This caused many to sigh at Long Xiaoshan's streak of dumb luck.

However, there were others who secretly laughed at Long Xiaoshan's misfortune; although he had advanced to the third round, this was not a competition for ranking, and there were no prizes for advancing. On the contrary, entering the third round meant facing terrifying opponents.

Wang Chao's ferocity.

Master Zhong's weirdness.

Yu Cheng's ruthlessness.

Aside from the middle-aged swordsman who seemed to show mercy, encountering any of the other three meant certain death.

And the third round was a free-for-all challenge.

No more drawing lots.

Which means, to reach the top, you had to beat the other three.

There was no escaping it.

Given Long Xiaoshan's disadvantaged position, it was clear that he would be targeted as the easiest pick, and likely become someone else's stepping stone as soon as he entered the third round.

The third round began.

All five contestants who had made it to the third round stepped out of their private rooms and descended to the arena.

They were to draw lots for the order in which they would select their opponents.

Long Xiaoshan felt a gaze filled with murderous intent; looking over, he saw it came from Yu Cheng, who sneered upon noticing Long Xiaoshan's gaze.

Long Xiaoshan knew that Wei Zhentian must have recognized him, so Yu Cheng would surely seek revenge for Wei Zhentian.

He just smiled faintly, unconcerned.

He could tell that Yu Cheng was formidable, likely the most so among those present.

But he was not afraid.

After advancing to the Third Layer of Qi Drawing, he had not yet found a worthy opponent and hoped Yu Cheng wouldn't disappoint him.

The few contestants drew a sequence of numbers from the box.

The results were in: first was Wang Chao, second Master Zhong, third Yu Cheng, fourth Long Xiaoshan, and fifth the middle-aged swordsman, Tang Mo.

Wang Chao was the first to choose an opponent.

Wang Chao stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the faces of Master Zhong, Yu Cheng, Long Xiaoshan, and Tang Mo.

Everyone thought he would choose Long Xiaoshan, Explore hidden tales at empire

as Long Xiaoshan had shown himself to be the weakest, and the one to select first had the advantage of picking the easiest opponent.

However, Wang Chao's glance swept past them, and he pointed his finger at Yu Cheng, saying, "You, come out."

Yu Cheng was stunned.

He had not expected to be the first one chosen.

Did he really appear to be such an easy target?

This made Yu Cheng very angry, his gaze towards Wang Chao turned icy—martial artists are proud creatures, and prideful people cannot tolerate being looked down upon.

Yu Cheng thought he had been too low-profile before, which wouldn't intimidate the power players in Hechuan City or make the local big shots fear him. So from now on, he would make the entire Hechuan City fear him, Yu Cheng's eyes flashing dangerously.

But Long Xiaoshan watched Wang Chao thoughtfully.

No matter how he looked at it, choosing Yu Cheng was the worst option for Wang Chao, yet he still made that choice.

Yu Cheng didn't waste words, his steps light as he floated onto the stage.

Wang Chao also pushed off from the edge of the stage and leaped up.

"Challenging me is the worst decision you've made in your life, of course, you won't have a chance to make decisions anymore," Yu Cheng said coolly, his murderous aura chilling.

Wang Chao was a man of few words; he had hardly spoken since arriving.

This time was no exception; his body sprang like a coil, and his right foot swept towards Yu Cheng like a fierce battle-ax.