Previously on Supreme Divine Physician in the City...
Chen Yue plots revenge against Ye Xuan after another incident. Meanwhile, Ye Xuan reflects on a missed opportunity and receives a challenge from Chiba Sakurako, who forces his hand to accept a duel.
"Because you are a true expert."
Chiba Sakurako stated calmly, "My father once said that true experts possess a competitive and aggressive spirit, unafraid of any challenge. For you, the greatest trouble isn't a formidable enemy, but the loneliness of being unrivaled in the world, like snow. Thus, even if you have reservations now, you will still go to Canglang Island for the appointment tomorrow."
"Your father is trying to fool you," Ye Xuan chuckled indifferently. "While I may be unrivaled, I am far from lonely. My greatest wish in life is a world without enemies; I would be overjoyed if no formidable foes existed."
Chiba Sakurako knitted her brows, finding Ye Xuan's way of speaking quite disagreeable.
Clang!
Losing her patience, Chiba Sakurako swiftly drew the two sharp katanas from her waist with a crisp sound. As a cold glint flashed, the atmosphere instantly became charged with a murderous aura.
A rolling intent to kill enveloped the surroundings, yet paradoxically, there was no direct hostility.
Chiba Sakurako gazed coldly at Ye Xuan, her expression solemn, and commanded, "Make your move!"
Seeing this, Ye Xuan sighed in resignation, bending down to pick up a thin stick from the ground... Since someone has already drawn their katanas, it's only proper that I don't remain unarmed, right?
Otherwise, it would be too disrespectful to this 'big pig trotter'.
However, witnessing Ye Xuan's action, Chiba Sakurako felt deeply insulted, her brows furrowing tightly. "What do you mean by this?"
"Nothing much, I'm simply showing you respect," Ye Xuan shrugged, speaking lightly. "Within my heart, I hold a sword, and all things become swords. If you dislike it, I can also fight you unarmed."
Too much!
Chiba Sakurako's expression darkened, clearly not believing Ye Xuan's grand pronouncements.
A sword within the heart, and everything transforming into a sword?
Grass and trees are mere grass and trees; how could they possibly possess the sharpness and might of a sword?
"Watch out!"
With a sneering smile, Chiba Sakurako channeled all her anger into her momentum. As her cold snort fell, her lithe form, like a phantom, leaped towards Ye Xuan with the agility of a leopardess.
In the blink of an eye, Chiba Sakurako was upon Ye Xuan.
The katana in her left hand quivered slightly, slicing through the air in a horizontal cut aimed precisely at Ye Xuan's waist.
Ye Xuan's eyes lowered, his wrist moving to intercept with the withered wooden stick he held at his side.
Theoretically, Chiba Sakurako's katana was virtually indestructible, capable of slicing through numerous weapons made of pure steel; a mere withered wooden stick should stand no chance against it.
Chiba Sakurako had deemed Ye Xuan's block with the stick entirely unnecessary.
Yet, at this precise moment, something extraordinary occurred...
Clang!
When the sharp edge of the katana struck the withered wooden stick with great force, not only did it fail to cleave through as anticipated, but it resounded as if striking a peerless sword. An astonishing metallic clash echoed, sending back such a powerful shockwave to Chiba Sakurako that she nearly lost her grip on the handle!
Chiba Sakurako's expression shifted dramatically.
Step, step, step!
She retreated three paces, finally managing to dissipate the immense force from her left arm, yet her palm still tingled, trembling slightly with weakness.
As if a realization dawned upon her, Chiba Sakurako quickly glanced down at the katana in her left hand, her beautiful face contorting in even greater astonishment.
The katana, forged from reinforced steel, now bore a shocking gash, as if it had clashed against a supreme divine weapon.
But Chiba Sakurako knew with absolute certainty in her heart.
The object Ye Xuan wielded was merely a withered wooden stick he had casually picked up from the ground!
Chiba Sakurako was utterly stunned.
A soul-shattering shock coursed through her!
This single move was sufficient to reveal the impossibly vast chasm between her abilities and Ye Xuan's. It was like the difference between the heavens and the earth!
"Within my heart, I hold a sword, and all things become swords!"
Recalling Ye Xuan's words, Chiba Sakurako felt goosebumps erupt across her skin, unable to comprehend that such an anomalous individual could truly exist in this world!
No wonder!
Before him, even her father, the Sword God of the Northern Federation's martial supremacy, who had lost only once in his entire life, had held little confidence in victory!
What sort of monstrous talent was this?
And what kind of terrifying ability was required to achieve such a level of cultivation at such a young age?
Suddenly, Chiba Sakurako was consumed by an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.
This profound helplessness made her realize with stark clarity just how insignificant she was before Ye Xuan, comparable to a mere ant.
Chiba Sakurako bit her lip tightly, her eyes blazing with defiance, yet laced with an undeniable resentment.
Observing her unwilling yet powerless demeanor, Ye Xuan couldn't help but shake his head, sighing with helplessness. "The outcome is already decided; there's no need to continue."
"Today, we shall determine both superiority and life or death!"
Chiba Sakurako fixed her gaze on Ye Xuan, gritting her teeth, her voice dripping with venom, "If you spare me today, I swear to end you myself!"
With those venomous words, Chiba Sakurako’s eyes narrowed, and she unleashed her twin katanas once more. The bladed shadows danced with blinding speed, creating a dizzying spectacle against the night sky.
This was the Sword God's renowned signature move, known as Falling Leaves and Floating Flowers, celebrated for its exceptional swiftness.
Legend tells that when the Sword God first sparred against Qin Wentian, he employed this devastating technique, managing sixteen swift slashes in a mere second at the tender age of eighteen.
Presently, Chiba Sakurako executed twenty-seven slashes within the span of a single second.
Though Chiba Sakurako has moved past her eighteenth year and is now in her early twenties, her demonstrated prowess, surpassing the Sword God’s past feats, undeniably signifies that this prodigy has outstripped the previous generation.
Chiba Sakurako's martial talent is truly greater than the old Sword God's!
Yet, raw talent alone cannot guarantee victory.
Even such incredible speed posed no true threat to Ye Xuan.
Observing the myriad of flickering blade shadows, Ye Xuan let out a continuous sigh, murmuring, "Oh, great prodigy, why must you be so stubborn?"
"Watch out!"
Chiba Sakurako's sharp cry pierced the air. As her voice sounded, her elegant form blurred, approaching Ye Xuan like a phantom. Wielding her dual swords, she launched a barrage of dozens of attacks upon Ye Xuan in the blink of an eye.
Each incoming strike was engineered for a lethal blow.
With a sigh of resignation, Ye Xuan closed his eyes, casually swinging the weathered wooden stick he held.
Clink, clank!
The resounding clash of metal against metal echoed through the air, a chaotic symphony of impacts.
The entire exchange transpired in mere seconds, fleeting as a lightning flash.
Suddenly.
The intense barrage of blows ceased without warning.
The blinding dance of blade shadows vanished into thin air.
Silence descended once more, the scene hanging frozen in time.
Ye Xuan remained standing in the gentle breeze, the tip of his weathered wooden stick now resting lightly against Chiba Sakurako's exquisitely beautiful neck. A mere whisper of force was all that stood between her and utter disintegration.
Chiba Sakurako stood stock-still, her once pristine hands now marred by streaks of vivid crimson blood. The base of her thumbs showed faint fissures, a stark and unforgettable image etched into the observer's mind.
The twin katanas gripped tightly in her grasp had been transformed into something unrecognizable, riddled with countless holes, appearing now like mere discarded scrap metal.
