Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1602: I Only Draw My Sword Once

Ye Xuan could only close his eyes, a helpless expression on his face.

"Take this!"

A sharp cry shattered the established tranquility of the moment.

The Sword God, carrying himself like withered wood, suddenly unsheathed his blade. With a resounding clang, the sword gleamed like a vibrant rainbow, intimidating onlookers and revealing an extraordinarily sharp, irresistible edge that effortlessly sliced through the withered branch Ye Xuan held.

Instantly, countless sword shadows filled the air.

These innumerable blade shadows converged upon Ye Xuan like a divine aura, compelling him to retreat repeatedly, appearing flustered and cornered.

The Sword God's assault was relentless, akin to a predatory tiger poised to kill.

Facing such a ferocious onslaught, Ye Xuan seemed outmatched, constantly retreating without any apparent opportunity to counterattack, at least in the eyes of those observing the duel.

The previously vibrant atmosphere grew tense and peculiar once more.

Eyes focused intently, and whispered speculations began to surface.

"Did you witness that? That is the Sword God, the true Martial Arts idol of the Northern Federation!"

"I had a feeling it would be this way. How could Ye Xuan possibly contend with the Sword God? It turns out the Sword God was holding back earlier. This clearly shows he holds Ye Xuan in some regard, allowing him to win a prior round so that Ye Xuan wouldn't lose face in what is essentially a life-or-death duel."

"Respect Ye Xuan? You're giving that young man far too much credit. He's actually showing respect for Yan Country's martial traditions, respecting the very essence of Martial Arts!"

"The Sword God's 'Falling Leaves and Floating Flowers Blade Technique' is simply peerless, utterly flawless. Underneath such a formidable technique, Ye Xuan won't last another three minutes. This battle appears to have no suspense whatsoever."

"Hmph, the outcome is far from decided. You shouldn't judge prematurely. Let's wait and see!"

"..."

All gazes shifted towards the disciples of Heroic Mountain, noticing that at this tense moment, the only individual still placing faith in Ye Xuan was the typically eccentric Baili Xiao. This revelation caused a flicker of astonishment, followed by sardonic laughter echoing in the hearts of many.

It was widely known that following Ye Xuan's decisive victories over Zhao Yunfei and his son in Yanzi City recently, Heroic Mountain had forged a friendly alliance with him. This partnership was undeniably the most significant gamble the sect had undertaken in decades.

Now, it seemed that Heroic Mountain's bold decision was proving to be utterly misguided!

Chen Yue, observing Baili Xiao's steadfast belief, let out a sinister chuckle, thinking to himself, "Baili Xiao, I wonder if that smile will remain once Ye Xuan meets his end!"

Suddenly.

Bam!

A powerful, explosive noise reverberated through the arena.

Everyone quickly turned their attention to find Ye Xuan cornered, with no apparent escape. He finally lowered the long wooden box from his back, which had been fractured by the Sword God's earlier strike, revealing a formidable and gleaming sword within.

"What an incredible sword!"

Witnessing the radiant Dragon Sword, countless individuals gasped in admiration, their hearts consumed by escalating greed.

Even the Sword God, upon laying eyes on the sharp and exquisite longsword, took several steps back. His expression turned solemn as he regarded Ye Xuan, stating, "So, you have finally decided to draw your weapon."

Ye Xuan offered a wry smile and gently shook his head. "If I draw my sword, one strike will suffice. After that single blow, this entire battle will conclude."

If I draw my sword, one strike will suffice!

After that single blow, this entire battle will conclude!

These two concise declarations instantly silenced every single person present.

A wave of profound shock washed over the crowd.

Complete and utter astonishment!

What could Ye Xuan possibly mean by such a statement?

He was implying that defeating the Sword God required merely one decisive strike?

From where did such unshakeable confidence stem?

What an audacious declaration!

It smacked of utter ignorance towards the vastness of the world, a complete disregard for all others!

This was the renowned Sword God of the Northern Federation, not some insignificant alley fighter!

Within the suffocating silence.

One spectator could no longer contain their disbelief and erupted, "Ye Xuan, you are far too arrogant, spouting nonsense without basis. Have you no shame? What a preposterous clown!"

"Precisely! I can barely contain my laughter. Such ignorance from a youth is utterly laughable!"

"Just one strike? Your presumption is outrageously arrogant and ill-informed!"

"Arrogant brat, do not bring shame upon Yan Country with your foolish boasts!"

"..."

In that moment, even Baili Xiao of Heroic Mountain regarded Ye Xuan with a subtly altered expression.

He was aware of Ye Xuan's formidable power.

He had observed that Ye Xuan's strength surpassed that of the Sword God.

However, could the Sword God truly be such a simple opponent? For decades, he had been hailed as the Martial Arts God of the Northern Federation, never faltering, never defeated, a testament to his absolute dominance. For such a figure to be vanquished by a single sword strike would require an unfathomable level of skill!

Baili Xiao harbored doubts that Ye Xuan possessed such power at this very moment, perhaps in a few more years, but certainly not today!

Scanning the surrounding arena.

Only the Sword God, upon hearing Ye Xuan’s arrogant and bold declarations, did not become enraged but instead was filled with extreme excitement and thrilled delight, with even his typically composed demeanor overcome by sheer joy.

Overjoyed indeed!

This sensation was akin to Dugu Qiubai in Jin Yong’s sagas, who, after a lifetime of solitude, finally encountered a worthy adversary.

The Sword God placed his faith in Ye Xuan.

Thus, his exhilaration was profound.

"Just one strike, and this battle shall conclude entirely..." the Sword God softly uttered twice. Then, fixing his burning gaze upon Ye Xuan, he declared in a resonant voice, "If in my lifetime I have the privilege to witness such an unparalleled strike, I, Chiba Choko, shall have lived without regret!"

Ye Xuan's hands remained lowered, his sword held loosely in one hand, utterly motionless.

The Sword God clasped his own hands together once more, earnestly imploring, "I beseech Brother Ye Xuan to grant a wish of mine!"

The surrounding crowd was utterly astonished.

What sort of peculiar situation was unfolding?

The entire world doubted Ye Xuan, yet the Sword God believed in him?

"This must be mockery!"

"Precisely, this is a classic tactic of feigning weakness to defeat a stronger foe. The Sword God initially shows Ye Xuan ample respect, only to decisively end the duel with a single strike himself. Wouldn't that magnify his own glory? Wouldn't it bring honor to the martial arts of the Northern Federation?"

"Wisdom comes with age, yet Ye Xuan, this fellow, seems intent on endlessly humiliating the martial arts of Yan Country?"

"..."

One by one, those individuals who professed loyalty and patriotism were seized by indignation. They yearned to rush forward, vanquish Ye Xuan with brute force, and then tear him limb from limb, all to convey to the Sword God that this individual did not represent Yan Country.

Meanwhile, Ye Xuan, hearing the Sword God's earnest tone, felt an immense sense of helplessness welling within his heart.

It was a ludicrous irony.

Originating from the same land, not a single soul believed him, yet in a foreign territory, the Sword God placed his unwavering faith in him.

What were these so-called prestigious orthodox sects of the Martial Arts world contemplating?

It was pathetic, truly lamentable!

"For me, it is merely a matter of lifting a hand."

Ye Xuan tilted his head upward, calmly meeting the Sword God's gaze, and stated, "Since such is your desire, so be it."

The Sword God's face lit up with immense joy, exclaiming, "A singular fortune of a lifetime!"

Ye Xuan uttered no further words.

The jubilant expression on the Sword God's countenance gradually subsided, slowly yielding to an aura of profound solemnity.

Their four gazes converged upon each other.

Regardless of the surrounding clamor, to them, it felt as though the entire world had fallen into a profound silence.

Abruptly.

Ye Xuan made his move.

As steadfast as a towering mountain when at rest, and as rapid as a bolt of lightning when in motion!

The Sword God perceived Ye Xuan take but a single step.

And that step, effortlessly covering a distance exceeding ten meters, brought him before the Sword God like an unfathomable phantom.

The Sword God recoiled in shock, his pupils constricting instantaneously.