Urban Super Medical Sage-Chapter 646 - 640 Pale-faced (1 more update)

"Wuuuuu... Su Chen, I..." Yu Qingrou was initially startled, but then, she couldn’t control her emotions anymore. Deep within her, indescribable emotions surged—emotions too strong to be illustrated, too unique for words. She didn’t even know what to say. She just stared at Su Chen, and then, without care for the blood all over his face, she kissed him.

It was the kind of kiss from someone who didn’t know how to kiss, a fiercely intense one that almost broke Su Chen’s lips.

"This girl, is it her first kiss or is she nibbling?" Su Chen was speechless. At that moment, his state was one of life and death, fortunately having survived. Then, under those circumstances, to be faced with such a kiss from a peerlessly beautiful woman like Yu Qingrou was extreme irony, yet undeniably had its own flavor!

Just when Yu Qingrou was crazily and passionately messing around with kisses or nibbles, Jun Luoying rushed over.

She stopped in her tracks.

The usually cold and pale face suddenly showed a flush of red, while deep within her beautiful eyes, there was a hint of suppressed envy and disappointment.

"What’s wrong with me?" Jun Luoying asked herself.

Witnessing Su Chen and Yu Qingrou kissing, she actually had the thought of taking Yu Qingrou’s place.

"Cough, cough..." Su Chen pushed Yu Qingrou away: "Qingrou, that’s enough. Luoying is here!"

Only then did Yu Qingrou come back to her senses, and Jun Luoying quickly stepped forward.

The two women helped Su Chen up.

"Su Chen, I...I..." Upon lifting Su Chen, Yu Qingrou could see clearly the horrific state of his bloodied and mangled flesh on his back, a sight too gruesome to behold. That he was not dead was nothing short of a miracle, and the pain must have been excruciating! Yu Qingrou’s heart clenched in pain, and tears streamed down her face.

"Don’t cry, it’s nothing. I’m used to it," Su Chen said, lifting his hand to wipe her tears away and managed a smile. This wasn’t really to comfort Yu Qingrou. At this moment, as long as his Divine Mansion wasn’t shattered, he wouldn’t die. As for pain, he laughed... Pain was what he feared least. His struggle against heaven itself to reach this point had put him through countless near-death experiences; he was already accustomed to it.

"This..." Jun Luoying’s eyes shimmered, shocked as she stared at Su Chen’s back, as though she had seen a ghost.

Right before her eyes, the horrific wounds on Su Chen’s back started to heal rapidly!!!

Having absorbed the Divine Demon Essence Blood, Su Chen’s ability to heal was aberrantly monstrous.

"Don’t be stunned, my body is very special!" Su Chen said with a smile.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

Time hurried along.

About thirty breaths later, when all the dust and gravel had settled, the wounds on Su Chen’s body had almost completely healed.

In the distance, Qiu Wei and his companions stared at Su Chen, dumbstruck, submerged in an endless silence that penetrated deep to the bone. frёewebnoѵēl.com

In that silence was suppressed a mixture of horror, trembling terror, and fear.

Not even the self-explosion of the Tyrant Rat had killed Su Chen!

To them, the danger Su Chen posed had escalated tenfold!

They were truly scared.

"My fellow town masters, you all seemed very keen on seeing me dead!" Su Chen said as he raised his head and glanced at the trio, speaking faintly.

"No...no, Brother Su is joking," Qiu Wei instinctively stepped back, shaking his head, scared half to death, his sweat flowing down his body.

Qiu Zhuang and Qiu Fei were shivering coldly, unable to speak properly.

"Hmph!" Su Chen grunted. Although his injuries were healing quickly, he still needed some time to fully recover to his peak. Therefore, it was best not to take action for now, especially since Qiu Wei and the other two were genuine third-level powerhouses of the Creation Realm. If he acted rashly now, the outcome would not be favorable.

However, Su Chen was not a forgiving person. He remembered everything—after the self-destruction of Tyrant Rat, their curses, their hopes for his death, their mockery, and even their covetous thoughts towards Luoying.

Everything would have to wait until he emerged from the War God’s Tomb.

"Brother Su, if... if there’s nothing else, we’ll take our leave first," Qiu Wei stammered, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and bowing deeply.

"Scram!!!" Su Chen spat out the word.

Immediately, the three of them fled as if they had been granted amnesty.

As for the War God’s Tomb, they completely abandoned the idea. The tomb might be a great opportunity, but one needed to be alive to take advantage of it!

After Qiu Wei and the others left, only Tu Yun and Niu Kang remained.

Both were so frightened they nearly knelt, shivering and trying to shrink into themselves, wishing they could find a crevice to hide in, praying that Su Chen had already forgotten about them.

Unfortunately, Su Chen was not so forgetful,

Especially not about Niu Kang.

"Niu Kang, heh heh..." Su Chen looked at Niu Kang, "If I remember correctly, outside the Ruins, you were quite arrogant."

At these words, Niu Kang’s legs went weak, and Jun Luo’s beautiful eyes flashed with a cold light.

"That Wolf Fang Club is quite something," Su Chen glanced again at the club in Niu Kang’s hand. "Why not let me see the power of the Wolf Fang Club?"

"Young Master Su, you... you’re... joking!" Niu Kang’s demeanor was no longer that of the mighty, strong, and hot-tempered Heaven-shaking Divine Bull clan. At this moment, he seemed meeker than anyone, clearly not a fool—he might have a bad temper but not entirely without a brain.

"I am not joking," Su Chen blinked, "Two choices. First, smash your Wolf Fang Club against my head. Second, smash it against your own head."

Niu Kang’s breathing halted!

He was terrified.

Completely pale.

"Thud..." And next to Niu Kang, Tu Yun could not hold back anymore and suddenly knelt on the ground.

"I..." Niu Kang clenched his teeth, pushed to the limit. The next second, he fiercely raised his hand, the Wolf Fang Club swinging fiercely towards his own head.

Crash!!!

A loud noise rang out.

Accompanied by a spurt of fresh blood.

The Wolf Fang Club had smashed Niu Kang’s head, spreading a crimson mess, a truly pitiful sight.

Even more so, if you looked closely, the ground under Niu Kang’s feet subtly cracked, showing how much force he had put into that swing with his club.

The glaring fresh blood flowed down over his eyes, nose, and cheeks, yet Niu Kang seemed unaware of the pain, just looking at Su Chen respectfully and fearfully, "Young...Young Master Su, are...are you satisfied? If you are not, Niu Kang can continue!"

Even if one lent Niu Kang thirty doses of courage, he still wouldn’t dare confront Su Chen directly—it was a sure path to death. The only option was to harm himself; maybe if Su Chen was in a good mood, he might still have a chance to live.

"Not bad." Su Chen was indeed satisfied. Niu Kang had been merciless and did not try to deceive him. He nodded, "You can leave, too!"