Urban Super Medical Sage-Chapter 618 - 612: Die for Me (3 More)

"Alright, it’s your turn, you two." The next moment, Su Chen turned his head, looking at Woo Xiang and Duan Ling. He was no saint; anyone who wanted to kill him had to be prepared to be killed by him.

"You... you..." Woo Xiang took a deep breath, his complexion slightly pale, trying to say something but not knowing what to say. Duan Ling, on the other hand, took a step back, extremely wary of Su Chen.

Yu Qingrou stared at Su Chen, her heart shaken to the extreme. Body Cultivation was really too powerful!!! fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

No wonder Su Chen was so arrogant and overbearing; he truly had something to rely on!

Yu Qingrou took a deep breath and stood out, "Young Master Su... "

"Are you still trying to stop me?" Su Chen did not give Yu Qingrou a chance to speak. "Miss Yu, I have a good impression of you and hope you will not ruin the feeling you have in my heart."

"Young Master Su, after all, the two of them are human Martial Cultivators. Although they were wrong first, they are also part of the strength of the Four Great Dynasties. Keeping them could be beneficial to confront the six Demon Beasts," Yu Qingrou said softly, her voice carrying a hint of plea and entreaty.

Indeed, Woo Xiang and Duan Ling’s strength was not bad, and their demise would be detrimental to the Four Great Dynasties entering the Ruins.

"I can handle those six Demon Beasts alone," Su Chen laughed, showing no intention of giving face.

"Young Master Su," Yu Qingrou was stunned, feeling helpless and annoyed, then said, "Can’t you just give Qingrou a little face?"

Her tone held a touch of spoiled arrogance, and she walked toward Su Chen, moving gracefully and brimming with sensuality. Even though Su Chen was mentally prepared, he was still stirred.

"Young Master Su, please." Yu Qingrou came up to Su Chen, her voice even more seductive.

But Su Chen was Su Chen.

He shook his head.

Yu Qingrou’s eyes faltered, shocked. Even after pleading like this, was there really no hint of wavering in Su Chen’s heart?

Su Chen’s mind was indeed very resolute.

"Sister Yu, don’t beg him. If it comes down to it, we’ll fight!!! He’s only physically strong; if we don’t get close, what can he do, kill us?" Behind her, Woo Xiang gritted his teeth and said in a heavy tone, pushed to the brink of desperation. He was filled with regret; he really had misjudged the situation. If he had known Su Chen was so terrifying, so ruthless, he wouldn’t have dared, not for ten times the courage!

But was there a pill for regret?

"Sister Yu, you fight as well. No matter how formidable this guy is, he cannot be a match for you!" Duan Ling said, full of hope. Yu Qingrou’s strength was extremely formidable.

"Miss Yu, are you going to take action, too? You have that choice," Su Chen said, raising an eyebrow and asking with a smile.

Yu Qingrou frowned slightly, hesitation appearing on her beautiful face.

If she took action, she believed she could definitely stop Su Chen, even capture him.

But if she did, she was even more certain that she would become Su Chen’s enemy.

She did not wish to be enemies with Su Chen.

Another thought, Su Chen seemed not to mind her joining the fray at all. Could it be that he was confident he could even defeat her? If that was the case, it would be terrifying.

But not to save them? After all, both Woo Xiang and Duan Ling hailed from the Wanlong Dynasty.

Thus, she hesitated.

"Young Master Su, do you really have to kill Woo Xiang and Duan Ling?" Yu Qingrou’s expression turned solemn as she stared at Su Chen. "Is there not even a bit of leeway? I can have them apologize, apologize to you formally, even offer compensation and so on. As long as you spare their lives."

"I must kill!" Su Chen uttered just these four words.

Yu Qingrou took a deep breath, and then, unexpectedly, she stepped aside: "If so, then Young Master Su, please proceed! I won’t interfere!"

Intuition!!!

She didn’t know what to choose, but intuition told her that choosing Su Chen was not wrong.

As for Woo Xiang and Duan Ling, if they truly died, they could only blame their own lack of insight.

She only came from the Wanlong Dynasty, just like Woo Xiang and Duan Ling—there was no other connection, nor was there any obligation to protect them.

Not far away, Woo Xiang and Duan Ling’s breath trembled.

Sister Yu actually chose not to act? They could hardly believe it.

But that was the reality.

"Brother Woo, what... what do we do?" Duan Ling’s heartbeat accelerated, and with clenched teeth, he asked in a trembling voice.

"Fight! What else can we do?" Woo Xiang gritted his teeth. He felt a surge of resentment and anger towards Yu Qingrou, but he couldn’t voice it. Roaring and bellowing in his heart, he thought, "I must win! I must survive! I must kill that bastard Su Chen! I will prove myself to that bitch Yu Qingrou!"

The next second, suddenly, Woo Xiang let out a loud cry: "Duan Ling, we retreat... Long-range battle!"

As his words fell.

Woo Xiang’s body surged with Mysterious Qi, glowing with a bright azure light. His movement technique was fluid as he eerily retreated.

Duan Ling was a bit slower but nearly the same.

A tenth of a breath later, they had put a distance of twenty meters between themselves and Su Chen.

Woo Xiang’s face looked much better, but his eyes were fierce, staring at Su Chen, "Su Chen, you damn bastard, you just have a stronger physical body, right? If we fight from a distance, it’s not certain who will live and who will die."

"Yes! Su Chen, the one who will die is definitely you!!!" Duan Ling regained some confidence, and he roared.

Subsequently, as Woo Xiang’s mind moved, he grasped a longsword in his hand—a Middle-grade Divine Artifact. The longsword was slender and thin, yet incredibly sharp. Its cold light danced in the air, chilling to the bone. The blade glowed fiercely, thin to almost transparency, with a tip sharp to the extreme.

Meanwhile, Duan Ling held a large blade, also a Middle-grade Divine Artifact. The blade was somewhat short, just one meter in length, quite broad and with distinct edges, entirely purplish-red, and equally sharp.

Standing not far from Su Chen, Yu Qingrou was somewhat puzzled and cast a strange glance at Su Chen.

"It’s clear he practices Body Cultivation and needs close-combat, so why didn’t Su Chen charge at Woo Xiang and Duan Ling when they retreated?" Yu Qingrou muttered to herself. She wondered if Su Chen was being too complacent?

Body Cultivation was indeed powerful.

But there were limitations too. Once they couldn’t engage in close combat, it was like having their legs tied up.

Yet, observing Su Chen’s expression and aura, which remained calm and indifferent, still brimming with confidence, she truly was baffled.

"Make your move. You only have one chance," Su Chen then said abruptly.

At his words, Yu Qingrou grew even more astonished. This kind of long-range battle, and he wanted Woo Xiang and Duan Ling to strike first? Wasn’t that a bit too arrogant? Even when a lion fights a rabbit, it uses all its might—such arrogance could easily lead to unexpected defeat.

Woo Xiang and Duan Ling were not weak!

However, she did not offer any reminders. She was already doing the utmost by not helping Woo Xiang and Duan Ling. She certainly wasn’t going to warn Su Chen.

"Damn it!!! Boy, die!" Woo Xiang roared furiously, his throat trembling, his roar like thunder: "Sui Xuan Sword!"

As the voice fell.

Woo Xiang’s wrist vibrated thousands of times in an instant, completing the motion in a blink. The Sword Intent and aura piled up, surging like a raging sea.

And then.

The supremely beautiful sword flowers shone, and the thin blade in Woo Xiang’s hand flickered, taking on a ghostly and strange appearance. Thousands of sword silhouettes connected in succession, each flickering like a soaring snake, making one’s scalp tingle.

After that.

Swish, swish, swish, swish...

The endless sword silhouettes converged towards Su Chen, their speed extremely fast, and eerily harmonious with nature itself, without causing any disturbance in the air as they moved through it with Netherworld strangeness.