Ultimate Village Doctor

Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty

Master Zhong's sinister cold laughter cackled, "To kill you, one of my precious ones is enough."

After he spoke, he shook the bell in his hand.

Dinglingling!

The grating sound of the bell arose, and upon hearing this sound, everyone felt a wave of irritation in their chests, a highly agitated sensation.

The refined corpse standing behind Master Zhong suddenly opened its eyes wide, its yellowish-brown pupils turning a vivid red, extremely eerie. The refined corpse let out a strange howl, much like a night owl.

It pounced fiercely.

In that moment, its stiff body moved with surprising speed.

Almost as fast as the assassin, Poison Sting, whose head was crushed just a moment ago.

The one-eyed middle-aged man's expression became stern; he clearly hadn't expected this creature to be so fast. But he was no pushover either, for he was not an ordinary person but an ancient martial artist, a Huang Level ancient martial artist at that.

Ancient martial artists were rare and powerful.

Previously, all of Hechuan City had only Wei Zhentian, and after Wei Zhentian was crippled, it was very hard to find a second one.

But today, at this arena competition related to the battle for the Dragon Head position,

martial artists had become quite common.

The one-eyed middle-aged man, gathering his inner strength, dodged the refined corpse's attack and swung his palm, which glowed red, fiercely toward the refined corpse.

Although the refined corpse was fast, it wasn't agile.

Thud!

The refined corpse was struck and sent tumbling.

A dent appeared on its body, and after rolling on the ground, the refined corpse climbed up as if nothing had happened and charged at the middle-aged man again, just as fast.

The one-eyed middle-aged man's complexion changed slightly. His palm strike, fueled by inner strength, could crack even a stone, yet this person seemed unaffected by it and showed no signs of injury.

"Could this be a master of horizontal kung fu?" the one-eyed middle-aged man speculated.

"What does it matter if you're a master of horizontal kung fu? I'd like to see how many blows you can take from me."

The one-eyed middle-aged man constantly used footwork to entangle with the refined corpse. Though his absolute speed was not as fast as that of the refined corpse, the agility of a martial artist was something the refined corpse couldn't compare with. Therefore, in the fight, the one-eyed middle-aged man clearly had the upper hand.

The refined corpse was knocked over by the one-eyed middle-aged man from time to time.

Many dents had appeared on its body.

Once, the refined corpse's head was even caved in by the one-eyed middle-aged man's chop.

Yet the refined corpse remained as lively as a dragon.

The one-eyed middle-aged man gradually showed a trace of anxiety. Even a master of horizontal kung fu wouldn't be fine after having their head caved in. He now doubted whether this was a normal human at all. Faced with an existence that couldn't be killed, even an ancient martial artist would feel nervous.

Suddenly, he felt a slight dizziness in his head.

In that instant, a shadow pounced over, and with a 'puchi,'

a large chunk of flesh was gouged from the one-eyed middle-aged man's body by the refined corpse's sharp nails.

The one-eyed middle-aged man howled in pain.

He looked at the wound on his chest where the flesh had been gouged out and turned pitch black, while a spreading numbness and intense itching sensation enveloped him.

"Poison!" he exclaimed in horror.

"Despicable! To actually use..."

The one-eyed middle-aged man cursed, but before he could finish, the refined corpse had already pounced over and launched a ferocious attack, its claw shadows fluttering wildly.

The one-eyed middle-aged man felt the numbness in his body becoming more and more severe, as the poison from the corpse spread throughout him.

His movements became clumsy and slow, and as the Corpse Refinement caught him over and over, chunks of flesh were ripped from his body, turning the one-eyed middle-aged man's face a ghastly shade of green.

He knew he was finished. Under the severe poison, he simply couldn't fend off the Corpse Refinement.

"Die!"

Suddenly disregarding the Corpse Refinement, the one-eyed middle-aged man lunged toward Master Zhong, who stood at the edge of the arena, cackling coldly.

He might not recognize the Corpse Refinement, but he could tell this was far from a normal human being, and that Master Zhong was the real instigator. So, facing the inevitability of his doom, he chose to try to kill Master Zhong.

Under the stimulus of imminent death, the one-eyed middle-aged man burst forth with speed greater than usual.

Even the Corpse Refinement couldn't catch up with him.

In almost an instant, he was upon Master Zhong.

As if he had anticipated this, Master Zhong's withered face revealed a sinister smile; he stretched out his bony finger toward the one-eyed middle-aged man and pointed, sending a surge of black qi that enveloped him.

The one-eyed middle-aged man immediately collapsed to the ground, his body engulfed in black qi. He screamed, flopping on the ground like a fish on a chopping board, and quickly withered away, transforming into a dried-up corpse.

"How terrifying!"

"What a horrible way to die."

The audience below was shocked by Master Zhong's display of power.

Inside box number 4, Zheng Laoshi wore a smug expression, speaking to Zhao Jun next to him, "See that? You still think your Brother Long is a match for Master Zhong?"

On the way here, Zheng Laoshi certainly didn't miss the chance to ask Zhao Jun why he showed such respect for Xiaoshan, a mere kid.

It wasn't because he felt slighted that Zhao Jun showed more respect to Xiaoshan than to him.

It was because Xiaoshan stood next to Wang Sihai.

So, of course, he had to inquire about the background of such a young man.

Zhao Jun had shared his own losses with Zheng Laoshi, to warn him not to provoke Xiaoshan.

However, his caution obviously had no effect.

And having witnessed Master Zhong's action, he had to admit Master Zhong was formidable, easily turning a man into a dry corpse with just a flick of his finger. This inhuman method was almost on par with Xiaoshan's demonstrated ability to withstand bullets.

Thus, after Zheng Laoshi's comment, he wasn't sure Xiaoshan could match Master Zhong at all.

So he fell silent.

Seeing Zhao Jun's silence, Zheng Laoshi said indifferently, "You're now a big shot who dominates a county. Yet, you are controlled by a kid. When he meets Master Zhong, I will have Master Zhong force that kid to hand over the antidote, then you can deal with him however you please."

Zhao Jun did not respond.

But his eyes clearly showed a flicker of interest, after all, no one likes to be controlled for life, especially at his status, where every man is a formidable figure.

After Master Zhong left with the Corpse Refinement,

The one-eyed middle-aged man's body was quickly carried away.

The arena was cleaned up and then the numbers began to spin again.

This time, the chosen numbers were for boxes 11 and 13.

Two men came down and started an intense battle on the arena...

Soon, three more fights had gone by.

The most impressive was the man covered in scars from box number 10.

After his appearance, Xiaoshan learned that the man's name was Wang Chao, the well-known King of Underground Fist from Zhonghai. Upon entering the arena, he kicked his opponent's neck and broke it, finishing the fight swiftly and decisively, nearly achieving an instant kill.

The sixth match.

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Wang Sihai took a sharp breath, turning to look at Xiaoshan.

Xiaoshan nodded slightly; he knew it was his turn to enter the fray. He slowly stood up!