Supreme Divine Physician in the City Chapter 1787 - 1788: Three Sects Defeated in Succession

Swoosh!

Another wind-tearing sound rang out, and a young man with the bearing of a scholar—gentle and refined, folding fan in hand—appeared in front of Chen Xiang.

The scholar put away his folding fan, cupped his fists toward Chen Xiang, and smiled as he spoke: "Independent Martial Artist, Mo Tuozhi, requests a bout!"

As his words fell—

Mo Tuozhi struck like thunder, the folding fan in his hand turning into a murderous blade, attacking Chen Xiang with a fierce and cunning onslaught.

The fierce duel thus officially began.

The long-awaited Martial Arts大会, with the clash of these two, finally blew its war horn in earnest.

On the stage, blades and swords flashed in a storm of steel.

Below the stage, cries of shock came one after another.

First, many Independent Martial Artists fought and struggled, going all out to show themselves before the crowd, hoping to catch the eye of some great Sect and thereby step onto a new height in life.

Then the young rising stars of each major Sect exchanged blows and sparred. It looked peaceful and leisurely on the surface, but in truth everyone was fighting for pride: if you win, your Sect shines; if you lose, your eyes fill with tears.

After that came the true clash of big shots...

At this moment, those facing off on the high platform were Heroic Mountain’s second-in-command, Baili Buxiao, and the current second-in-command of the Mystic Law Association, Wu Qiong.

The two had already exchanged blows for ten-odd minutes, hundreds of rounds, evenly matched, unable to decide a winner.

So much so that the atmosphere under the stage alternated between blazing hot and deathly silent, bizarre to the extreme.

Anyone with eyes could tell this was the real highlight of the Martial Arts大会.

Especially this year!

Now, in the Martial Arts world, the situation was growing more tense and dangerous by the day.

All along there had been Nine Great Sects within the Martial Arts world, restraining one another, and only thus had a fairly long peace been maintained.

But after that great upheaval more than ten years ago, the Ye Family of the Martial Arts world and the Divine Doctor Sect both fell one after another. The remaining Seven Great Sects in the Martial Arts world split into opposing camps, new and old grudges piling up endlessly, the situation growing ever more strained, irreconcilable as fire and water.

Zhanfeng Pavilion, Zhengyang Sect, and Heroic Mountain huddled together for warmth, holding fast to righteousness.

The Zhao Family, Qingcheng Mountain, Ghost King Valley, and the Mystic Law Association formed one faction, ruling the Martial Arts world and suppressing the three Sects, restless and eager, constantly seeking a chance to wipe out in one stroke these three Sects that intended to overturn them.

The so-called Martial Arts大会, in nice-sounding words, was to give Independent Martial Artists and the outstanding talents of various Sects a chance to show themselves.

But in the end, it was still a direct method used by Zhao Xunjian to stabilize his position as Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, while conveniently using the occasion to suppress the three Sects.

Across several Martial Arts大会, everything had gone just as Zhao Xunjian wished.

His position as Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch was as stable as Mount Tai, and the Four Great Sects he led suppressed the three Sects every single time.

As one rose, the other fell.

Because of repeated defeats at each Martial Arts大会, the once-glorious three Sects had their momentum worn thinner and thinner. Fewer and fewer fresh recruits were willing to join them. After more than ten years, the overall strength of the three Sects, compared to the Four Great Sects led by the Zhao Family, had drifted farther and farther apart.

This gap had even reached a critical point!

If at this year’s Martial Arts大会 the three Sects still could not fight for a breath of pride and suppress the Four Great Sects in the大会, then the next three years would absolutely be an unprecedented disaster for them.

At best, they would withdraw from the title of Seven Great Sects and be replaced by those many large and small Sects below.

At worst, following in the footsteps of the Ye Family and the Divine Doctor Sect back then would hardly be an exaggeration!

Therefore, when Baili Buxiao and Wu Qiong crossed hands, the atmosphere on all of Canglang Island naturally became exceptionally subtle, and everyone’s mood was extremely complicated.

Because everyone knew: the three Sects could no longer afford to lose!

This was a truth known to all; how could Baili Buxiao not know?

In this battle, he had already gone all out!

"Lion Tiger Fist!!"

At last, after circling with Wu Qiong for hundreds of exchanges, Baili Buxiao caught a flaw in Wu Qiong’s defense and struck decisively.

One set of Lion Tiger Fist, like a lion, like a tiger—fierce and overbearing!

Wu Qiong’s expression changed drastically.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three punches in a row, each one landing solidly with a dull thud, and Wu Qiong was directly sent flying off the platform by Baili Buxiao.

The outcome was decided.

Seeing this, Hao Datong, who served as referee, let a smile appear on his stern face: "Heroic Mountain, Baili Buxiao, wins!"

"Hahaha!"

Having won, Baili Buxiao was in high spirits. He immediately turned to face the direction of the Mystic Law Association, his gaze blazing as he locked onto its Sect Leader: "Sect Leader Ren, I, Baili, lacking in talent, wish to cross blades with you head-on. Do you dare to fight a battle with me?"

"Hmph, why would I not dare!"

Having just watched her younger sister heavily injured, Ren Xiuyi’s expression had long since darkened. Hearing Baili Buxiao’s provocation, she naturally would not retreat in the slightest.

Her figure flickered; the next second, she was already on the high platform.

"Worthy indeed of being a generation’s Sect Leader!"

Below the stage, exclamations of admiration immediately rose up.

Ren Xiuyi looked coolly at Baili Buxiao, sneering nonstop: "Little Brother Baili, this set of Lion Tiger Fist of yours has improved by far more than just a little compared to three years ago. It seems that not long ago you received guidance from some high-level expert?"

"What’s it to you?" Baili Buxiao said arrogantly. "I’m here to fight you, not to chat the day away!"

"Hmph." A flash of killing intent passed through Ren Xiuyi’s eyes. "Then let fists and feet decide who’s superior!"

As her words fell—

Ren Xiuyi moved.

A petite figure, yet like thunder!

Three moves.

Only three moves!

Bam!

Baili Buxiao was directly blasted off the platform.

The fiery atmosphere on the scene cooled in an instant. Those who had just thought Baili Buxiao was about to rise, that the three Sects were finally going to fight for a breath of pride, had their hearts instantly chilled by half.

Baili Buxiao could advance; did that mean the others from the Four Great Sects would stand still?

Hao Datong’s face didn’t look too good either. He gritted his teeth and announced: "Mystic Law Association, Ren Xiuyi, wins!"

"Heroic Mountain, Baili Ku, requests your guidance!"

The Sect Leader of Heroic Mountain, Baili Ku, took the stage.

But in the end—

After a hundred exchanges, Baili Ku also lost to Ren Xiuyi!

"This..."

In an instant, many gazes changed.

Changed drastically!

At the Martial Arts大会 three years ago, Baili Ku had also fought with Ren Xiuyi. As people recalled, back then Baili Ku had defeated Ren Xiuyi in just thirty moves.

Yet this year, it was actually Ren Xiuyi who beat Baili Ku!

Heroic Mountain had fallen!

Many people secretly exchanged looks, as if they could already foresee that a generation of renowned great Sect was about to step onto a path of endless darkness...

"Zhanfeng Pavilion, Du Buhui requests a bout!"

The Great Elder of Zhanfeng Pavilion made his move.

Ren Xiuyi sneered: "I’ll take you on!"

Crack crack, bang bang!

A total of eighty-three moves.

Du Buhui, Great Elder of Zhanfeng Pavilion—defeated!

The crowd below the stage was shocked and aghast.

"Zhengyang Sect, Gu Qiaolan requests a bout!"

The female Sect Master of Zhengyang Sect, Qin Yitian’s master, stepped onto the stage.

Over three hundred moves, back and forth.

Gu Qiaolan of Zhengyang Sect—defeated!

In that instant!

The tens of thousands in the crowd fell utterly silent!!

Countless gazes converged on the high platform, staring at the petite figure of Ren Xiuyi. Every pair of eyes was wide open, pupils filled with nothing but shock and dread.