Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1505: 1505: You Call Yourself a Martial Arts Genius?

If capturing Ye Xuan alive proves impossible, then eliminating him is the only option.

This individual poses too great a danger; attempting to capture him alive could result in significant losses for the Wang Family, a true Pyrrhic victory.

“Then we shall proceed as planned.”

Zhao Zheng, grasping Wang Shaoyang’s intent, nodded lightly before turning his attention back to Ye Xuan.

Observing Ye Xuan standing with lowered eyes, exuding an aura of calm indifference, Zhao Zheng’s brow furrowed, and he let out a cold chuckle. “Kid, you carry yourself with considerable arrogance.”

Ye Xuan did not even deign to look up at Zhao Zheng, his voice sharp and distant. “You are no match for me. If you wish to live, do not intervene.”

This declaration sent ripples of astonishment through the onlookers.

What? Did I mishear?

Has Ye Xuan’s bloodlust become so overwhelming that he no longer recognizes his own benefactors? To speak such audacious words before the peerless martial arts genius, Zhao Zheng?

Utterly blind to the vastness of the world.

Swiftly, a sycophant in the crowd began to vociferously defend Zhao Zheng.

“Ye Xuan, curb your insolence. This is Young Master Zhao Zheng. It is virtually impossible for you to withstand even three moves from him!”

“Ignorance, sheer and unadulterated! Even if you were the legendary Black Emperor of the battlefield, before Young Master Zhao Zheng, you are nothing more than a speck of dust!”

“…”

Human nature is peculiar; when one stands beside a powerful figure, a fearlessness towards the opposing strength often arises. Thus, the crowd, moments before gripped by terror, erupted into renewed animation.

They appeared as though they were eager to step in for Zhao Zheng and face Ye Xuan themselves.

Ye Xuan offered a faint, disdainful smile, disregarding their outbursts.

Witnessing Ye Xuan's demeanor, Zhao Zheng felt a simmering rage build within him.

Zhao Zheng knitted his brows, fixing Ye Xuan with a cold glare. “What nonsense Black Emperor? You insignificant whelp, you may possess some battlefield prowess, but before a true master of martial arts like myself, you are merely a pathetic fool!”

Indeed.

The battlefield and the realm of martial arts are fundamentally distinct.

While individuals from the battlefield excel in warfare and strategy, martial arts practitioners hold a clear advantage in one-on-one combat.

It was this conviction that fueled Zhao Zheng’s supreme confidence.

“Today, I shall demonstrate to you the true meaning of a martial arts expert!”

Before his words fully left his lips, Zhao Zheng slammed his foot onto the ground, causing it to instantly fracture and buckle. His lean and swift form vanished from view.

In the blink of an eye, he reappeared directly before Ye Xuan.

“It is finished!”

Zhao Zheng narrowed his eyes and launched a ferocious palm strike towards Ye Xuan.

This single palm strike, even among seasoned martial artists, carried the potential for instant death if not skillfully evaded.

But…

Bang!

A dull, yet eerily familiar sound reverberated.

Zhao Zheng was sent hurtling backward like a projectile.

Gasp—

The crowd, which had been so boisterous moments before, fell into a hushed silence.

Gazing upon Zhao Zheng, who was now half-knelt on the ground, a trickle of blood escaping the corner of his mouth, the onlookers were struck with profound amazement.

Their eyes widened in disbelief, struggling to comprehend the spectacle they had just witnessed.

What transpired?

What is this surreal turn of events?

Zhao Zheng, the martial arts prodigy celebrated for his undefeated record over the past three years, had attacked Ye Xuan. With his formidable skills, he was expected to utterly demolish Ye Xuan, leaving him severely injured!

Yet, Ye Xuan remained standing.

Instead!

In an instant, Zhao Zheng appeared to have sustained grievous harm, flung backward dozens of meters to land in a half-kneeling posture, the crimson blood at his lips a testament to the devastating blow he had received.

Meanwhile, Ye Xuan stood as unyielding as a mountain, his expression unchanged, as if Zhao Zheng’s attack had not even ruffled a single hair on his head.

Oh, heavens!

After a stunned pause, the entire venue erupted in collective shock.

Eyes bulged in astonishment, nearly popping from their sockets.

Mouths hung agape in perfect 'O' shapes.

Inconceivable!

The martial arts prodigy Zhao Zheng, rumored to have remained undefeated for three years, was utterly outmatched by Ye Xuan!

“This…”

The earlier clamor had completely dissipated, replaced by an unnerving silence. No one dared to utter another harsh word towards Ye Xuan; instead, many regarded Zhao Zheng and Wang Shaoyang with expressions of concern.

While most were novices in the intricacies of martial arts.

Even the laymen could discern the implications of this unfolding scene!

Ye Xuan’s pronouncements were not mere boasts!

“Young Master Zhao Zheng…”

Breaking the silence, Wang Shaoyang finally stirred, his countenance paling considerably. He glanced at Zhao Zheng, a mixture of worry and speechless apprehension on his face.

Zhao Zheng remained in his half-kneeling position, his handsome features contorted with an overwhelming sense of disbelief.

How could this be?

How was this outcome possible?

“Martial arts genius?”

At this juncture, Ye Xuan's mocking voice sliced through the air. “If you qualify as a martial arts genius, then the current martial arts world is truly pathetic.”

“Bastard…”

Zhao Zheng, with his entire frame quivering and his organs seemingly vibrating, heard Ye Xuan's words and was consumed by a ferocious anger. Grinding his teeth, he glared at Ye Xuan, his eyes promising to devour him whole.

Ye Xuan's pronouncement was not merely a personal insult; it was a profound humiliation cast upon the entirety of the martial arts world!

"I will kill you!"

With a battle cry fueled by pure rage, Zhao Zheng's trembling body unleashed a swift movement. His hand flicked, and a gleaming, sharp soft sword materialized, radiating a chilling, menacing aura.

Ye Xuan's gaze shifted downwards, a look of utter disdain curving the edges of his lips.

"Die!"

Zhao Zheng surged forward once more, his lithe form akin to a wild cheetah's, a blur of lightning as he closed the distance to Ye Xuan.

The soft sword in his grasp, both sharp and yielding, sliced through the air. It hurtled directly towards Ye Xuan’s neck, appearing to cleave through the very fabric of space itself.

This was Zhao Zheng's ultimate technique, his most potent skill.

Yet, even so, within Ye Xuan's perception, it held absolutely no genuine threat.

He remained entirely unruffled.

Just as the soft sword was poised to graze Ye Xuan's neck.

Ye Xuan's arms moved with subtle grace. Two fingers, suddenly present, appeared near his neck, effortlessly intercepting and grasping the sharp soft sword.

All the killing intent and raw power imbued within the soft sword shattered and dissipated in that instant. It was forcefully halted mere inches from Ye Xuan's throat, completely immobilized.

"How… how is this possible…"

Zhao Zheng’s pupils constricted in disbelief, a profound sense of powerlessness finally washing over him.

This crushing powerlessness was an emotion he had only encountered thrice in his entire life.

The first instance was many years prior, during his tutelage under his father, Zhao Yunfei.

The second occurred three years ago, in a fortunate sparring session with the Family Head, Zhao Xunjian.

And the third was this very moment!

Zhao Zheng fully grasped the harsh reality: in the high-stakes arena of expert duels, this overwhelming powerlessness only emerged when there existed an extreme disparity in strength.

In this critical juncture, Zhao Zheng gazed at Ye Xuan with newfound earnestness. He finally recognized that this individual he had so casually underestimated was, in fact… younger than himself!

It was an absolutely earth-shattering revelation.

Zhao Zheng's entire world, as he knew it, had completely crumbled.