The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine-Chapter 460 - : His Life is Mine

Chapter 460: Chapter 460: His Life is Mine

You see, for a second-tier family in the domestic antiques circle like the Wei Family, producing a martial arts grandmaster is no easy feat. Unlike the top ten clans, their line of grandmasters doesn’t continue unbroken.

The Wei Family loses a grandmaster every time one dies. Moreover, there’s no telling when a new grandmaster might emerge to take the fallen one’s place.

Worse yet, a grandmaster like Wei Feibao, who has cultivated 14 paths of True Qi and has refined himself abroad for many years, can stand on his own.

To put it bluntly, Wei Feibao’s death is a massive, irreplaceable loss to the Wei Family, gravely impairing their vitality!

Throughout these years, the Xia Family has been a direct competitor with the Wei Family domestically, and at this moment, the people of the Xia Family are both shocked and elated.

What delights them, naturally, is the collapse of a pillar within the Wei Family.

What shocks them is Huang Xiaolong’s prowess. It’s beyond their imagination. They initially coveted Huang Xiaolong’s body refinement secrets, but now they’ll have to reconsider.

One misstep could lead to their ruin.

However, the stronger Huang Xiaolong proves himself to be, the more the Xia Family craves his body refinement secrets, wishing to acquire them immediately.

‘No one can really see through you… Indeed, it’s just as you said…’ Xia Ying suddenly recalled Huang Xiaolong’s words.

At the VIP seating area, many masters have begun a heated debate.

Old Master Jin is speechless with astonishment. “To kill a martial arts grandmaster with one’s bare flesh and blood, and not least Wei Feibao… this… this is simply inconceivably powerful~~”.

The Jin Family members are all perspiring heavily, feeling fortunate that Jin Mengqi had seen through Huang Xiaolong early on and restrained their family from provoking him. Otherwise, today’s Wei Feibao could have been their fate!

Uncle Yun remarks with emotion, “Miss, Young Master Huang’s body refinement technique is unbelievably strong… none of the many ancient martial arts passed down in our top ten clans have such a formidable body refinement secret… it’s rumored that in ancient times, superior body refinement techniques were closely-guarded secrets. Could Young Master Huang come from some hidden ancient martial arts family?”

“Let’s not speculate about Young Master Huang’s identity and background. In any case, our Ying Family absolutely cannot make an enemy of him,” says Ying Aoshan seriously.

In her heart, though, she thinks—our ancestor of the Ying Family refers to Huang Xiaolong as “sir”, could his background be simple?

In the Sun Family’s camp, Sun Hu holds the deed to the Wei Family’s martial arts hall, so excited he cannot speak.

It’s as if everyone in the Sun Family is dreaming—what kind of a mountain, really, has our Sun Family found to lean on? This man is simply the reversal of heaven and earth!

Over on the Wei Family’s side, amid sorrow and anger, resentment permeates the air as they begin to concoct their plan for revenge.

Now that one of the Wei triumvirate is done for, the question is: do they send out the strongest, Wei Feilong, or Wei Feihu, who is only slightly better than Wei Feibao?

Suddenly, Huangfu Tusun says calmly, “That kid, although he killed Wei Feibao, must have expended a great deal of energy. We’re still humans made from flesh and blood after all. No matter how well-trained one’s body, it’s impossible to have an inexhaustible supply of strength. He’s not some sort of monster or machine. Perhaps he only appears to be fine on the surface, but in truth he may be running on fumes.”

“Hm?” At his words, light kindles in the eyes of both Wei Feilong and Wei Feihu.

Indeed, human strength has its limits. No one, no matter how outstanding, could have infinite stamina.

Killing a martial arts grandmaster would certainly cost a great deal.

It’s a situation of corrosive attrition—killing ten thousand enemies at the cost of eight thousand of one’s own.

Besides, these words are coming from the mouth of Huangfu Tusun, the man known as Satan! In foreign lands, his name alone sends shivers down spines, and even the presidents of many Western countries show him great respect. His cultivation in martial arts far surpasses Wei Feilong—he could defeat Wei Feilong in three moves.

They believe Huangfu Tusun’s judgment would never miss the mark!

“In that case, I’ll go.” Wei Feihu volunteers, his eyes filled with sharp and ferocious light, like an injured beast.

The brotherly bond between him and Wei Feibao runs deep. Now that his brother has tragically died, he swears to personally torture Huang Xiaolong to death! Using Huang Xiaolong’s head, he will soothe his brother’s soul in the afterlife.

“Alright, Feihu, you go,” Wei Feilong deliberates for a moment before nodding. “Make use of weapons. You are good at knife techniques, so fight him with your knife techniques. Moreover, aren’t you skilled with hidden weapons?”

As he is speaking, Wei Feilong’s eyes flash a malicious light. In a low voice, he says, “On the hidden weapon, smear it with poison.”

“This–” Wei Feihu is taken aback and then shakes his head. “Big brother, I can’t… I can’t do something like applying poison to hidden weapons… Nevermind, I’ll simply butcher that bastard with my knife techniques!”

Having said that, Wei Feihu took a single knife from a fellow clansman, then walked directly to the Sun Family’s fighting platform with the knife in hand.

A member of the Wei Family, grief-stricken and furious, stepped onto the fighting platform, carefully lifted Wei Feibao’s corpse and took it down. He couldn’t help shedding tears. And, with a vengeful glare that seemed to seethe with bone-deep hatred, he looked at Huang Xiaolong and gritted his teeth, cursing, “You won’t die a good death!”

“Hehe, still being defiant? Today, the Wei Family will perish; when I say, I will. If a Wei clan member comes, I kill one; if a pair comes, I annihilate both.” These arrogant words came from Huang Xiaolong’s mouth.

Arrogant! Too arrogant!

Provoking the Wei Family once again was equivalent to completely disrespecting the Wei Family.

“You little bastard… I’ll make sure you have no place to die! I, Wei Feihu, swear!” Wei Feihu jumped onto the fighting platform. He raised his single knife, and the blade’s edge burst into light. “I will not take any advantage over you. What weapon will you use?”

This Wei Feihu had condensed 15 streams of True Qi within his body, making him slightly stronger than Wei Feibao. Moreover, he was good at using a knife.

Any Grandmaster martial artist skilled in using weaponry is bound to have more attacks than those using bare hands.

Especially the knife and the sword.

In Huaxia, from ancient times onwards, the sword represented royalty, while the knife symbolized tyranny.

Those skilled in using knives and swords were all powerhouses!

But just then, before Huang Xiaolong could even reply!

Suddenly!

A man’s gloomy voice rang out. “Wait a moment~~~”

This voice was extremely harsh, as if it could pierce through people’s eardrums.

Many people followed the voice.

They saw a thin man slowly walking down from the grandstand.

This man, around thirty years old, tall and skinny with an aloof gaze. His left eye was blind, covered by an eyepatch which made him seem more sinister.

“You may step back.” The one-eyed man looked at Wei Feihu, “I’ll take care of this youngster. His life belongs to me now.”

Having finished speaking, the one-eyed man, with his right eye full of strangeness and arrogance, glared murderously at Huang Xiaolong.

“Who are you?” Wei Feihu asked angrily.

Huang Xiaolong was also looking at the one-eyed man, totally bewildered. “Right, who are you? As far as I recall, I don’t even know you, right?”

At just one glance, Huang Xiaolong saw that there were 19 streams of True Qi circulating within the body of the one-eyed man.

An ancient martial Grandmaster again, even stronger than Wei Feilong and Wei Feihu!

“Hold on, who are you?” Uncle Yun intervened, “The second part of the fistfest is a battle of vengeance. Who do you hold a grudge against? Do you hold a grudge against Young Master Huang? If you have no resentment, step down, because you have no right to challenge.”

“Me? I don’t know him.” The one-eyed man laughed, “But someone offered me 200 billion to kill him. I can’t refuse 200 billion. I am a martial artist, but even martial artists need to eat, right?”

200 billion?!!!!!!

Many people were shocked!

Someone was offering 200 billion to take Huang Xiaolong’s life!

What a big player!

“Huang!!! From the VIP seats, Chen Xiong, who had been suppressing his anger for a long time, finally stood up. He looked at Huang Xiaolong with resentful eyes and cursed in a voice filled with hatred, “You killed my son, Chen Zihuan. A father can’t let a son’s killer go unpunished! Today, I want you to pay for your blood debt in blood!”