Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1557: Jianghu Rules, One-on-One Duel

Leng Qiuge desired to maintain her dignity, but did Ye Xuan himself not value it?

Ye Xuan had fully contemplated the situation on his journey over. Since Leng Qiuge was employing such deceitful tactics, he was curious to see just how long this woman could maintain her stubborn facade.

If she possessed sufficient resolve, let her continue with her obstinacy!

"You miss me?"

Leng Qiuge let out a dismissive laugh. "I have no idea where you heard such preposterous claims. Not only do I not miss you, but I had nearly forgotten your existence. Oh, and what was your name again?"

Leng Qiuge regarded Ye Xuan with a look of feigned inquiry, as if she genuinely had no recollection of him.

Upon witnessing this, Ye Xuan was momentarily taken aback. Had it not been for Leng Feilong's thorough explanation of the events over the past two months, Ye Xuan might have been completely convinced that Leng Qiuge had indeed forgotten him.

Leng Qiuge, you truly are a person of immense ruthlessness; what incredible acting skills you possess!

"My name is of little consequence. What is truly important is whether you will bow your head to me this instant. If you do, I might, in consideration of our past association, choose to disregard your unannounced departure and overlook your antics today."

Ye Xuan stated with a smile, "The opportunity is presented directly before you; make your selection."

"How utterly preposterous," Leng Qiuge scoffed. "Does the eldest daughter of the Leng family require you to grant her an opportunity to choose?"

"So, you are indicating that you have no intention of reconsidering?" Ye Xuan inquired with a laugh.

"What do you mean by 'reconsidering'?" Leng Qiuge asked, her brow furrowed. "You are truly perplexing."

"In that case, I shall depart. Farewell, forever."

Ye Xuan gave a casual shrug and proceeded toward the exit without uttering another word.

Leng Qiuge was left in a state of stunned disbelief and burgeoning panic.

What is transpiring here?

Ye Xuan, is this how you intend to win me back?

As astute as Leng Qiuge was, she readily grasped that Leng Feilong must have sought out Ye Xuan. In fact, her act of striking Leng Feilong upon returning home was a deliberate message, a directive for him to locate Ye Xuan.

This implies that Ye Xuan's arrival signifies his awareness of her genuine sentiments.

If he is aware, then why is he acting with such decisive impatience?

Ye Xuan, could you possibly be any more heartless?

"He is merely putting on an act; it must be an act!"

Leng Qiuge snapped back to awareness, her gaze sharp as she fixated on Ye Xuan's retreating back, forcefully impressing upon herself the need to remain composed.

Whoever speaks first in this situation concedes!

One step, then two...

Leng Qiuge was utterly convinced that by the tenth step, Ye Xuan would be incapable of enduring it any longer, would halt his departure, then rush back, perhaps embracing her legs and offering a torrent of sweet apologies.

However, the reality proved to be quite different...

By the nineteenth step, he still had not paused!

What on earth is going on?

Is Ye Xuan genuinely leaving? Is he truly this resolute?

As Ye Xuan approached the twenty-sixth step, poised to exit the room, Leng Qiuge could no longer remain seated.

All she truly desired was for Ye Xuan to utter a few endearing words, to engage in a bit of tender persuasion. Her ultimate aspiration was to return to East Sea alongside him.

In truth, two months prior, she had harbored no intention of prolonging her stay in Barcelona. However, given Ye Xuan's conspicuous absence, what recourse did she possess?

Now that Ye Xuan had finally arrived, and not without considerable effort, she feared that should she let this opportunity slip away, who could say when another would present itself?

Within the span of merely two months, she had already felt as though she were losing her mind. If this situation were to persist, would she not simply combust on the spot?

Consequently, Leng Qiuge's anger surged.

She abruptly sat upright and called out in a frigid tone, "Uncle Leng!"

"Leng Feilong responding!"

Leng Feilong's immediate reply echoed, and his hunched form materialized at the doorway. "Miss, what are your commands?"

"Stop him for me!" Leng Qiuge commanded, her voice ringing out like that of a wild, unruly chieftain of a mountain stronghold.

"Yes, Miss!"

Leng Feilong's figure blurred as he swiftly positioned himself directly in Ye Xuan's path, declaring sternly, "Mr. Ye, I must request that you remain here!"

While projecting an air of unyielding authority, Leng Feilong seized the opportune moment, unseen by Leng Qiuge, to frantically convey a series of winks at Ye Xuan.

He was, in truth, extremely apprehensive.

Even as the foremost combatant of the Leng family, endowed with formidable martial prowess, he now found himself confronting the legendary Black Emperor. Should the Black Emperor perceive any trace of hostility and act impulsively, the repercussions would be far graver than simply enduring a few blows on behalf of the young lady!

Ye Xuan, observing Leng Feilong's predicament, felt a surge of unexpected sympathy.

You are slightly past your prime for such duties. Life is truly arduous!

Ye Xuan turned, gazing in Leng Qiuge's direction from a distance, and inquired, "What is the meaning of this display?"

"My meaning?" Leng Qiuge pursed her lips, displaying no outward sign of concern. "Do you presume my domain is a place where you can simply enter and depart at your own whim?"

"And what is it that you desire, then?" Ye Xuan asked, a smile playing on his lips.

"I..."

Leng Qiuge faltered, the words catching in her throat.

She longed to speak plainly.

What do I desire? You are already aware!

Naturally, I wish for you to return, to speak with me candidly, no matter how shamelessly bold your words might be, so long as they are touching. That way, I can feign reluctance before ultimately agreeing to accompany you home.

Yet, can such heartfelt sentiments be articulated so directly?

A flicker in her beautiful eyes, Leng Qiuge rose and declared with pride, "I find you quite irritating at the moment. By the rules of the Jianghu, let us engage in a duel!"

"A duel?" Ye Xuan looked taken aback.

Leng Feilong’s expression turned pale, "Miss, you cannot!"

He feared Ye Xuan might not show the same leniency he did, and someone as lacking in combat prowess as the Miss could easily be swept aside if Ye Xuan exerted even a little force.

"What is there not to allow? I have traversed the Jianghu for many years and have never suffered a defeat!"

Leng Qiuge puffed her chest out with confidence, gazing at Ye Xuan with a challenge, "Let us duel, I merely ask if you dare?"

"I too have roamed the Jianghu for years and have never lost, so why would I refuse?" Ye Xuan chuckled, "How shall we duel?"

"The living room, the sofa, the kitchen, the bedroom, the bathroom, the balcony, even the garden outside – choose your battlefield!" Leng Qiuge commanded imperiously.

Leng Feilong's eyes widened, a touch of bewilderment crossing his face.

What was this all about?

Miss, are you certain this constitutes a duel? Why does your method of challenging Ye Xuan seem so different from my understanding?

Ye Xuan was momentarily stunned by her words, then narrowed his eyes with a smile, "In my assessment, we could hold our duel in every one of those locations. Once I begin, it’s an earth-shattering event, and as you know, it rarely concludes in under three hours."

"Do you believe I fear you?" Leng Qiuge sneered, "I am merely concerned your bravado exceeds your capabilities, and you will surrender within moments once things get serious!"

"Since antiquity, no one has managed to best me," Ye Xuan replied with a light smile.

Abruptly, the atmosphere grew frigid.

Their gazes locked intensely, a potent killing intent swirling, and an overwhelming sense of impending conflict permeated the entire manor.

Both stepped forward simultaneously, as if by mutual understanding.

In moments, they stood directly facing each other.

So near, they could practically feel the thrum of each other's heartbeats.