Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Outside the city gate.

It was utterly silent.

Not a sound could be heard.

The Hidden Dragon Guards stood neatly behind Ye Xingkong.

With just one command, even at the risk of death, they were ready to charge in.

However, Ye Xingkong did not do so.

Otherwise, retreating would be meaningless.

After a long silence, Ye Xingkong finally spoke:

"Everyone, stand by on the spot, ready to rush in at any moment!"

"Yes!" The Hidden Dragon Guards answered in unison.

Ye Xingkong slowly turned around, facing the Ye Family's last resort, his eyes resolute, "Are you afraid of death?"

"Not afraid!"

"Not afraid!"

"Not afraid!"

Seeing the Hidden Dragon Guards' resolute responses, Ye Xingkong was deeply moved and exclaimed, "Good! The Ye Family's future lies with you! I am here to thank everyone! Not longing for comrades in birth, but comrades in death on the same day, same month, same year!"

Most of the Hidden Dragon Guards had been beneficiaries of the Ye Family.

To this day, those who remained were the loyal and the good.

"We swear to die loyal to the Ye Family!"

"Swear to die loyal to the Ye Family!"

...

In the city.

The sun was blazing in the sky.

The air was stagnant and eerie, filling every corner of the square with a suffocating aura.

In the center of the square.

Fang Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent as he faced the four Great Elders.

Even with dozens of Law Enforcement Hall disciples in between, his gaze never wavered.

"The first in combat power rankings, Iron Fist King?"

"Bold, very bold!"

"Now that you're here, don't think about leaving!"

Amidst the crowd, someone loudly exclaimed, "Whoever wants a billion bounty, make your move now!"

The Lu family's disciples stepped back one after another.

Clearly, they were reluctant to be the first to strike.

Mercenaries, poised for action.

Someone has put out money, naturally, they would step back.

Wanting to get paid without putting in the effort?

But...

Who would strike first?

Fang Yu, still standing at the very center.

Before long, the mercenaries surrounded him at the core.

A smile crossed Fang Yu's lips, he calmly said, "Knowing that I am the top of the combat power rankings, don't underestimate me... now — let's all come at once."

All at once?

What audacity.

Half were Martial Arts Fifth Layer experts, thirty to forty were Martial Arts Sixth Layer experts, and the rest were of unknown strength.

Not to mention the Iron Fist King, even the four Great Elders combined with the Law Enforcement Hall disciples wouldn't dare to face them head-on!

Yet...

Still, no one made a move.

These people, all too cunning, who would volunteer to be the test subject?

Even though the Iron Fist King was completely surrounded, still, no one attacked.

It seemed as if it was anticipated—

Lu Tianxun spoke loudly: "What are you waiting for, make your move! The first to act, the Lu family will add a Solid Foundation Cultivation Elixir as a bonus!"

With great rewards comes great bravery!

"I'll go!"

A tall foreigner, as burly as a bear, pounded his chest.

Just as he stepped forward.

Woosh—

A strange figure burst out from behind the burly man.

Fang Yu, with a cold gaze, said, "A pitiful jester!"

He promptly lifted his foot on the spot, delivering a straight one hundred eighty-degree kick!

Bang!

The shadow was kicked down.

Plummeting straight to the ground.

Everyone looked down.

"He's dead!"

"So strong!"

"Such ruthless tactics!"

A sense of unprecedented tension pressed down on everyone. The clear sky made it difficult to breathe.

One kick.

Just one kick to kill a Martial Arts Fifth Layer assassin!

The number one on the combat strength rankings, who would dare to question?

The dead man was the brother of the burly giant.

With his brother dead, how could the burly giant contain his rage? In a thunderous rage, he bellowed, "Stop scheming! This youngster is not simple! Let's all attack together!"

The mercenaries moved about.

Fang Yu chuckled—

"The weak will always be weak, they will always hide in dark corners scheming against their own... Did you really think you could leave after coming here today?"

His voice paused, more elevated and resonant, "From the moment you stepped through the city gates, your fate was sealed! Remember my name—Iron Fist King!"

The enemy remains motionless, so it's time to take the initiative.

Fang Yu lifts his massive fist, and even the dazzling sunlight cannot block the glimmering light emanating from it.

In the corner, Fu Sinin trembles with fear and keeps retreating— "Iron Fist King, Ninth Layer, it must be the Ninth Layer..."

Her thought is simple; that is to flee.

She knows very well, everyone present has misunderstood one thing, the strength of the Iron Fist King isn't at the Seventh Layer, nor the Eighth Layer… but rather, the Ninth!

A realm unreachable.

Everyone before him is mere ants!

Fu Sinin keeps retreating... Escape, she must escape!

...

In front of the Taihe Palace, a fierce wind is sweeping across the square.

Fang Yu steps down and leaves an afterimage on the spot.

Bang!

The foreign brawny man nearest to him is sent flying.

Boom!

As one falls, others in direct succession are sent flying.

Like a row of dominoes! Effortlessly taken down.

"He must be at least at the peak of the Seventh Layer, attack together!" The mercenaries screamed.

The wrongful estimations continue.

Fang Yu turns a deaf ear, continuing to swing his fist.

Whoosh!

The sound of his fist moves through the air.

Pummeling another person.

That martial artist raises his arms.

Crack.

Crack.

Both arms are completely broken!

Bang!

Another row of people is sent flying.

"Effortlessly taken down!" Fang Yu says coldly.

Seeing this scene, Lu Tianxun's face turns shocked, he turns to the other three elders, saying, "Elders, wasn't I right? This youngster's strength is extraordinary! Otherwise, he wouldn't dare to oppose the Lu family with ten times his courage!"

"No wonder he is so arrogant!"

"Only... He couldn't enter the path back then, what exactly happened that he achieved so much today!"

The four elders remained motionless, continually observing the dynamics in the field.

...

Boom!

Fang Yu sends several people flying with another punch.

In an instant, over twenty mercenaries have died.

Mercenaries at the Martial Arts Sixth Layer, fully prepared, while low rank martial artists are merely cannon fodder.

Yet, Fang Yu is not the least bit afraid, advancing step by step.

His tall figure slowly approaches, like the Death God walking toward them.

Tap.

Tap.

"Attack!"

In an instant, over ten martial artists around the Sixth Layer swarm from every direction.

From front to back, left to right, southeast to northwest, covering three levels vertically. Completely sealed off!

"That's more like it." Fang Yu sneers.

These are the strongest opponents Fang Yu has faced so far.

Over ten martial artists at the Sixth Layer.

Yet, his expression remains calm.

In this flash of light—

Swish!

"Dragon Roar Sword!"

The sunlight shines on the Dragon Roar Sword, reflecting dazzling lights.

"What is that?"

"What a bizarre weapon!"

"When did he pick up a sword?"

Everyone present no longer has the time to ponder this question.

Over ten mercenaries lunged at once.

"Rain Slash, Second Sword, Jade Belt!"

Schick!

The Dragon Roar Sword whirls around Fang Yu's waist like a wind and fire wheel... any mercenaries who come near are sliced by the sword!

Schick, Schick...

"Rain Slash, Eighth Sword, Startling Swan!"

The Dragon Roar Sword leaps into his hands, and with a stomp, a deep crater immediately forms on the ground!

Fang Yu's figure soars into the sky.

Then rotates 180 degrees, plunging swiftly downward!

The Dragon Roar Sword aims straight down!

Schick!

Inner Essence bursts forth, rippling outward like ripples.

Fang Yu, light as a swallow, lands gently as if nothing happened.

His face expressionless, the sword tilts downward.

Around him, there is not a single trace of blood.

But… those ten or more Sixth Layer martial artists, not a single one stirs.

After a moment—

Thud, thud, thud... falling on cue, all severed at the waist, the last one even had a sword puncture from the forehead down.