Urban Super Medical Sage-Chapter 597 - 591 All is within my control (6 updates)

They are all disciples of the Leiming Sect!

What Mo Qingwu represents now is the Leiming Sect!

Isn’t this a fucking disgrace, what else could it be?

"Sect Master Chen is very kind!" Zhang Daokun was very satisfied, his smile growing richer as he glanced at Chen Qingbei.

He Qingyuan nodded in agreement, "Sect Master Chen is not bad!"

"It’s what I should do!" Overjoyed, Chen Qingbei quickly nodded, his smile also becoming much fuller; everything was left unspoken.

On the Martial Battle Platform.

"Mo Qingwu, take my sword!!!" Zhang Xingxiao suddenly shouted, her wrist flipping in an unsparing movement, a sword technique unfurling, the sword light flickering, and Sword Intent reinforcing her attack. The sword, like lightning in pursuit of light, with a distinct purple hue, thrust directly towards Mo Qingwu’s wrist.

Mo Qingwu sensed the danger but couldn’t dodge.

Her Mysterious Qi was moving very slowly!

It was as if what was once the speed of an airplane had now turned into that of a truck.

The difference was too great.

Such a slow Mysterious Qi Flow directly caused her to be unable not only to raise her sword in response, but even to execute a movement technique to dodge—it was very difficult.

The next breath.

Hisss...

Indeed, Mo Qingwu was unable to dodge.

Zhang Xingxiao’s purple longsword struck Mo Qingwu’s wrist, penetrating skin and bone, while her Green Butterfly Sword dropped to the ground, accompanied by the rapid flow of fresh blood.

Severe pain spread throughout her body as Mo Qingwu stumbled backward again.

Meanwhile, Zhang Xingxiao drew back her purple longsword, unhurried.

Hehe...

She wanted to torture Mo Qingwu, to vent the hatred in her heart.

Down below the Martial Battle Platform, the faces of the Leiming Sect disciples were unsightly to the extreme:

"Fuck! Her sword has dropped!"

"Aside from being beautiful, she has nothing."

"All that’s left is just a shell!"

"This strength is simply too pitiful to watch."

"She calls herself a Saintess? She’s worlds apart from the Tingyun Saintess."

"If I had known, I wouldn’t have come to watch. It’s infuriating. I could beat Mo Qingwu myself!"

.........

Mo Qingwu was mercilessly mocked.

No one cared about her injury, her bleeding; they only cared that she was not as good as Zhang Xingxiao, only that she brought shame to the Leiming Sect.

"No, it’s not like this!" Only Little Luo was crying out loudly, desperately sobbing. She was aware of Mo Qingwu’s strength, which she knew was much stronger than this. Something must have happened that led to this chain of events.

Alas, her cries were ignored by all, not taken seriously by anyone.

On the Martial Battle Platform, Zhang Xingxiao’s smile was incredibly radiant.

Listening to the noisy cursing and angry voices which were all directed against Mo Qingwu felt as blissful and comfortable as a soul dancing in the clouds.

"Damn bitch, who allowed you to compete with this lady for a man?" Zhang Xingxiao laughed and cursed, "Do you think you’re worthy?!!! Do you think you’re very beautiful?"

Speaking of beauty, Zhang Xingxiao’s expression paused, then she raised her sword again.

Whoosh!

The sword’s sound was piercing and desolate.

This sword was aimed directly at Mo Qingwu’s face.

Mo Qingwu was very beautiful, so beautiful that even Zhang Xingxiao was jealous. Thus, that stunning face should be ruined by her own sword, shouldn’t it?

One-tenth of a breath later, Zhang Xingxiao’s purple longsword was already in front of Mo Qingwu’s face, only about three inches away from that beautiful visage.

Yet Mo Qingwu couldn’t avoid it at all; she stood there despairingly and absent-minded, with only tears streaming down.

Zhang Xingxiao was extremely excited, as if she had already seen the scene of Mo Qingwu’s disfigurement, as if she had already seen Mo Qingwu’s ugly and ferocious face covered in fresh blood.

But just then.

Suddenly.

Zhang Xingxiao paused, her longsword in hand coming to a halt, as though it had encountered meteorite iron that it couldn’t penetrate.

And in her eyes, there appeared a strange face!

It was a young man’s countenance, quiet, indifferent, and disdainful of everything.

Su Chen.

Had arrived!!!

Under the watchful eyes of all, Su Chen stood in front of Mo Qingwu, grabbing the sword blade of Zhang Xingxiao with one hand, firmly catching it.

The sword blade pierced his palm, and blood flowed over the sword, but it was as if Su Chen felt no pain at all.

Below the Martial Battle Platform, Chen Qingbei, Zhang Daokun, and others were all startled.

Just now, Su Chen had appeared suddenly, so fast that in the blink of an eye, they hardly had time to react.

By the time they did react, Su Chen was already on the platform.

Who was this sudden young man? How was he so fast? Why did he suddenly stop the fight?

In the entire Martial Training Field, everyone quieted down, all eyes on Su Chen, completely unaware of what had just happened.

The next moment.

Suddenly, Su Chen let go of the hand that held Zhang Xingxiao’s longsword!

Under everyone’s gaze, that hand of Su Chen’s, deeply slashed by Zhang Xingxiao’s longsword, was marked with clear sword scars and dripping with blood.

After that, Su Chen turned around, taking Mo Qingwu’s broken wrist with that bloodied hand, holding it tightly.

A few breaths later, he lifted that bloodied hand again, gently caressing the wounds on Mo Qingwu’s shoulder, arm, and neck, his movements slow and imbued with an indulgent and graceful aura.

The whole process lasted but three to five breaths.

And by the time he finished this process.

Miracles!!!

Suddenly occurred.

Before their eyes, Mo Qingwu’s broken wrist was... it was... it was healed, and the wounds on her neck, arms, and shoulders had also disappeared.

It was as if they were seeing a ghost.

Even Su Chen’s own hand, which had been cut by Zhang Xingxiao’s longsword, was now unharmed.

Not just the disciples of Leiming Sect from top to bottom, but even Chen Qingbei, Mu Zong, Zhang Daokun, and the others were dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded.

Were they seeing hallucinations?

Thousands of Leiming Sect disciples unconsciously rubbed their eyes.

And in that dead silence of the Netherworld, Su Chen took Mo Qingwu’s small hand again, a Mysterious Qi Flow entered directly into her body.

The quality of Su Chen’s Mysterious Qi Flow was extremely high, easily scattering the potency of the Elixir that Chen Qingbei had made Mo Qingwu swallow into oblivion.

"Qing Wu, I’ve got everything under control," Su Chen said softly, his eyes full of tenderness, affection, and longing.

Then, his voice turned bone-chillingly cold, "Qing Wu, continue the fight!!! Since it is a sparring match, let’s properly spar! With me here, whoever dares to interfere, I’ll make them wish they were dead!"

As his words fell, Su Chen’s figure flashed and disappeared, only to appear below the Martial Battle Platform, landing beside Chen Qingbei, Mu Zong, Zhang Daokun, He Qingyuan, and the others.

He stood there, quietly, with only a trace of a cold, amused curve tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Not until that moment did Mo Qingwu awaken on the platform, as if from a dream.

Su... Su... Su Chen was still alive?

Still alive?!

Not only that, but her injuries had miraculously healed, even the speed of her Mysterious Qi Flow had returned, bringing her back to peak condition.

Is this... is this really not a dream?

[The excitement continues tomorrow, seeking recommendation tickets aaa]