Urban Super Medical Sage-Chapter 625 - 619 Not Good (4 updates)

Qiuhao finished speaking.

Pfft pfft pfft...

He spat out three mouthfuls of fresh blood.

Severely injured.

It was due to the oppressive aura of Qiu Su.

"There won’t be a next time, if there is a next time, you will die. Whatever this City Lord does or says, you, cannot question!" Qiu Su stared deeply at Qiuhao, speaking each word distinctly.

As Qiu Su’s voice fell, Qiuhao knelt on the ground, on the brink of death.

Only after Qiu Su withdrew his aura did Qiuhao manage to stand up shakily with the help of Qiubing, casting a resentful glance at Su Chen, then swallowed a low-grade healing Elixir.

Next to Su Chen, Yu Qingrou couldn’t help but glance at Su Chen; even though Yu Tai was highly remarkable, she would not truly consider Yu Tai a match for Su Chen.

It was her intuition.

Especially since Su Chen, up until now, had maintained a calm demeanor and an indifferent expression, with not a hint of emotional fluctuation, which meant that, in Su Chen’s eyes, Yu Tai’s impressive performance was just so-so.

But why hadn’t Su Chen made a move yet?

Yu Qingrou did not ask; she knew that Su Chen must have his own reasons.

Meanwhile.

In the center of the Martial Hall.

Yu Tai and Mang He, battled!!!

Suddenly.

"Roar roar roar..." Mang He roared, and with that roar...

Bang bang bang!

The entire Martial Hall shook and fluctuated wildly, almost as if it were about to shatter.

Clearly, Mang He had stretched out his true form!

For a Demon Beast, naturally, the true form is stronger.

On one hand, the true form of a Demon Beast is immensely vast; on the other hand, the true form of a Demon Beast serves as a natural defense, with astonishing defensive power.

In the center of the Martial Hall, as Mang He’s true form stretched out, it was truly terrifying!

It was a twenty-meter-long python, entirely purple-gold in color, and on the python’s head, there was a bulging, a sign of becoming a Jiao Long soon!

Those purple-gold scales were extremely dazzling and glistening. The purple-gold brilliance permeated the entire Martial Hall.

A powerful oppressive force emanated from Mang He’s true form, rippling outward in all directions, solidifying the air with the Serpent’s Breath.

Inside the Martial Hall, many people’s faces were extremely solemn; they could feel the pressure from Mang He like mountains collapsing, the Heavens suppressing, and all things shattering.

"Your true form is impressive," Yu Tai said, standing about four or five meters in front of Mang He, his voice steady, his expression unchanging, but his eyes showed seriousness.

"I assure you, you will die!!!" Mang He spoke; this was the voice of his true form, somewhat hoarse and grating. As he spoke, suddenly...

Behind him, that giant tail lifted suddenly, its speed so fast that the air couldn’t keep up, leaving behind a large imprint of the tail in the air.

That giant tail locked onto Yu Tai and thunderously descended.

In that instant, Yu Tai’s reaction was equally astonishing. His feet rippled like waves, the Mysterious Qi circled, his movement technique gathered momentum, and he seemed like a wisp of smoke, vanishing all at once.

A thousandth of a breath later.

Bang...

In the center of the Martial Hall, the stone tiles annihilated, and a long, dazzlingly bright pit appeared, causing the Martial Hall to tremble toward shattering. All the tables, tea tables, and so forth turned into dust, and the undrunk wine even steamed into vapor. Amid the scattered debris and dense mist, one could faintly see the ground hit by Mang He, where a deep pit over ten meters deep had formed.

It was at that moment.

"Die!" Yu Tai’s figure rippled to Mang He’s side, his hand gripping the longsword, which surged fiercely toward the Heavens, the Sword Edge at its ultimate, Sword Intent forming, his wrist flicking, thousands of sword shadows stacking into a glow, a sword thrusting toward Mang He’s body.

However.

With a ’ding,’ Yu Tai’s form trembled uncontrollably as he retreated. His sword hadn’t penetrated Mang He’s body; it had been completely blocked by the purple-gold scales. On the struck purple-gold scale, there was merely a faint trace.

"Hmph, my defensive power, can you even imagine it?" Mang He roared mockingly, his body suddenly coiled up as fast as a vortex, intending to wrap around Yu Tai.

"Damn it!!!" Yu Tai sensed the danger. If he were really wrapped by Mang He, he knew his Physical Body would crumble into the Void in an instant.

In that moment between life and death, Yu Tai had no time to escape. All around him, in every direction, was purple gold—the body of Mang He coiling at ultimate speed like an encroaching wall. The idea of breaking out of the encircling trap was pure folly.

But Yu Tai was Yu Tai. At the brink of life and death, he fiercely lifted his foot. "Break open for me!"

Boom!

That stomp, upon the ground, the force was so shocking; it immediately created a pit two to three meters deep.

Yu Tai’s entire body went into the pit.

At that same instant, Mang He’s body trembled, tightly coiling at the spot where Yu Tai had just stood.

Just by that hair’s breadth, had Yu Tai been even a bit slower, he would have been ensnared by the physical form of Mang He.

"I refuse to believe you won’t die!!!" Mang He roared, sensing that he had not ensnared Yu Tai. His already coiled and contracted body suddenly rippled and surged in the air.

And his serpent’s head turned downward, mouth wide open, a gush of purple-gold poison tilting down toward the pit.

That poison poured en masse into the pit, which was only two to three meters deep but... was directly corroded to six or seven meters. The rocks and soil that touched Mang He’s poison all vaporized, an effect too difficult to describe visually.

It was terrifying.

Everyone watching this scene was breathless, their scalps tingling.

"Your snake venom is formidable, but you still missed by a bit!" Just then, Yu Tai’s voice suddenly emerged.

"Not good!" Mang He’s snake body shook, inexplicably sensing danger.

"When you soared up just now, This Young Master had grabbed your tail! Did you not feel it?!!!" Yu Tai’s voice grew louder, and clearly visible, his hand was grasping at Mang He’s tail, fiercely pulling, leveraging this terrifying Strength, his form rippled in the air, a leap that was like a carp leaping through the Dragon Gate, and in an instant, he leaped to the underside of Mang He’s serpent head.

"Your defense may be formidable, but you couldn’t cover the underside of your jaw with scales, could you?" Yu Tai taunted with a grunt, while his hand wielding the longsword was like a shadow of light, fiercely rapid.

Suddenly it penetrated Mang He’s jaw from below, sinking in deeply.

"No...No!!!" Mang He screamed in horror and despair. His gigantic serpent body struggled and flapped in the air, but it was futile.

Under everyone’s gaze, a massive hole could be seen at Mang He’s jaw, purple-gold serpent blood flowing like a waterfall.