Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Quick, fierce, accurate.

Simple, brutal.

Any dazzling tricks pale in comparison to life-taking moves.

Two swords to end it all.

The entire venue fell silent.

More than a dozen Martial Artists at the Sixth Layer, all annihilated by Fang Yu with a single sword strike in the time it takes to breathe.

They didn't even have the chance to self-destruct.

The mercenaries, faces filled with terror, eyes bulging, unbelievingly staring at the bisected corpses on the ground.

Blood flowed freely.

Forming twisting, tiny rivers.

Under the scorching sun, it quickly coagulated together.

Finally, a foreigner couldn't hold it in any longer, and roared:

"Oh! Damn it! A madman… A madman!"

"I have to run! I need to escape... help! help!"

Fang Yu's face was indifferent, eyes looking forward, holding his sword aloft, formidable and awe-inspiring.

Seeing more than a dozen warriors around the Sixth Layer killed instantly, the faces of the four Great Elders of the Lu Family changed slightly.

Lu Tianhao said in horror: "Tianxun, as you predicted, this kid is extraordinarily strong... thankfully, we are in the Forbidden City!"

"Unexpected, truly unexpected..."

"Incredible, the kid who couldn't enter the path back then is now formidable, cutting down many of our Lu Family. A battle between the Lu Family and him sooner or later is inevitable, unavoidable!"

Lu Tianxun snorted coldly, eyes bloodshot, "No matter who he is, he must be slain today! The Lu Family's majesty cannot be violated... my son's blood cannot have been shed in vain."

Lu Tianzong, who had been silent, glanced at Lu Tianxun and said: "The kid is targeting you so severely, isn't it because of how you ostracized his biological father back then?"

"He deserved it! As I've always said, the Lu Family doesn't harbor the weak!"

Everyone sighed.

The situation had escalated to the point of no return.

...

In the arena.

Fang Yu's Dragon Roar Sword gleamed brilliantly in his hand.

The mercenaries kept retreating until they reached the edge of the city wall.

No further retreat was possible.

Swoosh.

Raising his long sword and pointing at the crowd, Fang Yu said coldly: "If you want to live, trade a life for a life from the Lu Family Law Enforcement Hall's disciples! In other words, anyone who kills a Lu Family member can live! Otherwise, everyone must—die!"

This time.

The atmosphere became even more tense and urgent.

Previously, they thought Fang Yu was all talk.

Now, they knew Fang Yu had the strength to back it up.

The mercenaries turned to look at the neat and unflinching disciples of the Lu Family Law Enforcement Hall, swallowing hard.

To kill a Lu Family member would be to earn the enmity of the entire Lu Family; they were bound to die sooner or later!

But Fang Yu's strength was also terrifying.

They faced a tough decision.

Hesitating and undecided—

Fang Yu revealed a pitiful glance, indifferently saying: "It seems you still don't know how strong I am."

He lifted his sword, his body leaning forward sharply.

Swoosh!

Like an arrow released from its bow, like a cheetah from the jungle, he pounced.

"Fight back! Fight back, brothers! Otherwise, we all die!"

Some mercenaries started screaming.

Sweat poured down their foreheads, fear in their hearts.

However—

It was all too late.

Just as they wanted to desperately fight back, Fang Yu's figure moved swiftly through the crowd.

Swoosh swoosh…

Slice.

Slice, slice.

One sword after another struck those with weaker strength.

Heads soared into the air like fountains, one after another, then rolled away on the ground.

Those with greater strength kept retreating.

They were still assessing, assessing just how strong Fang Yu really was.

Otherwise, any blind attack was akin to seeking death.

It was this disorganized combat method that made Fang Yu's massacre all the more effortless.

Utterly defenseless.

In the blink of an eye, another twenty or so mercenaries had fallen.

Swoosh.

Fang Yu held the Dragon Roar Sword in hand, his expression indifferent, gaze sweeping over the mercenaries. He knew there were still many skilled fighters who hadn't made a move. They were hiding behind, waiting for an opportunity.

But why would Fang Yu care?

Sword in hand, he continued to move forward.

Ahead was the city wall.

Dozens of Martial Artists leaned against the wall, faces filled with terror.

They had never felt fear like they did today, never been so terrified.

"Don't come over here, don't come over here..."

"Together, together, together..."

The idea of attacking Fang Yu together was defeated by each individual's selfish human nature.

Even with corpses and blood strewn all over the ground, there was no conviction among them to go to their deaths together.

Fang Yu stopped less than ten meters away from those mercenary martial artists, lifted his indifferent eyes, and mocked, "Is this what they call the expert mercenaries and bounty hunters from all over? Assassins? Pitiful, lamentable."

"Even ants struggle for survival; you lot are worse than ants!"

Buzz—

Buzz buzz—

The sword quivered.

The remaining few foreign mercenaries seemed to have realized something, and fell to their knees with a plop, begging for mercy—

"I was wrong! Spare me! I was wrong, I shouldn't have mocked you!"

"There's an old Chinese saying, 'spare someone when you have the chance to.' Please let me go!"

"Please... I was wrong, I was blind to Taishan [didn't recognize a great person]!"

Bang bang bang!

They kowtowed three times in succession.

Their foreheads were so bruised they started to bleed.

The begging for mercy undoubtedly further undermined everyone's resolve to kill Fang Yu.

Perhaps, this was a path to survival.

However...

Fang Yu's gaze remained cold and detached.

"You've already lost the chance to live. I'm sorry, but I will not repeat myself. If anyone objects, please report to King Yan!"

Whoosh.

The sword lifted abruptly, reaching a forty-five-degree angle!

The light refracted.

It was so bright that you couldn't keep your eyes open.

...

The strong winds blew.

Sand and dust rose within the Forbidden City.

It made people squint their eyes.

Only Fang Yu remained composed and walked with his sword in hand.

Lu Tianxun, witnessing this scene, snorted coldly and said, "Mercenaries will be mercenaries, I thought there would be experts who could hold their ground, but they're so weak! Trash, all trash..."

How could a disorganized combat method possibly stand a chance against Fang Yu?

As Fang Yu approached.

They finally realized the severity of the problem.

The kneeling foreign mercenary, his eyes bloodshot, obviously saw no escape—

Gnashing his teeth, he said, "I'll fight you!"

Fang Yu looked at him indifferently and said, "Martial Arts Fifth Layer, you think that suffices?"

Huh!

"Self-explosion!"

That foreign mercenary was quite a man; unexpectedly, after begging for mercy, he faced death with equanimity.

What a pity, even the self-destruction of a Fifth Layer wasn't enough to hurt Fang Yu.

Boom!

Fang Yu raised his hand.

A swirl-like Inner Essence blocked all the force of the Inner Strength.

The air itself seemed to ripple.

The foreign mercenary died on the spot, while Fang Yu remained unharmed, calm and composed.

"Let's do this!"

"Let's do it!"

Under the pressure of death, even the most foolish of men could unleash endless potential.

Suddenly, over thirty mercenaries charged like a flood from the city walls!

Hammers, greatswords, fists, chains... Various weapons came at him from all directions!

Fang Yu snorted coldly, lifted his sword, and murmured softly, "Rain Slash, Seventh Sword, Coiling Finger!"

The Dragon Roar Sword suddenly trembled, wrapped around Fang Yu's palm and spun rapidly.

Whoosh, whoosh whoosh...

He lifted his sword to meet the onslaught.

Just when Fang Yu thought one sword strike would be enough to deal with these wretches, a ghostly figure attacked from the shadows—

Whoosh!

Incredibly fast.

Suddenly appearing right above Fang Yu.

Fang Yu frowned and looked up.

The scene was as if frozen in time.

A young man dressed in black, his expression cold, his eyes firm, lunged with a sinister dagger.

"Zhou Xuantong?"

The second-ranked on the combat power list, Zhou Xuantong?

Zhou Xuantong spoke indifferently, "Die!"